Odin quietly ate his burger as he watched the surrounding people. Odin looked to his left and saw Mordred eating an ungodly amount of food in single bites.
"Where does the food even go?" Odin asked Mordred.
"The food is turned into energy that is then stored for emergency use and the waste goes to the black hole in my abdomen," Mordred said as she ate an entire rack of ribs in one bite.
"So what do you think about old earth?" Odin asked.
"I have only been here for half a day, but from me and my group, it's like looking at monkeys with greater self-awareness than the rest." Mordred said as she looked at the people in front of her.
"Out of 195 countries, only 31 are first world countries the other 164 are either second, third, fourth, and fifth world countries."
"While other lower world countries struggle to develop, you of the first world argue over pointless problems, you know nothing of struggle or poverty or the oppression of the privileged."
"You have turned words into meaningless titles. You have let chemicals in your brain blind you to the truth. You divided yourself and become prey to others that have ill intent."
"You speak of righteous ideals, but when it's his time to do so, you either run away and hide or just yell or sign on a paper that no one will care to look at."
"Today there is more slavery than ever, yet you do nothing at most. It's a post on your telecommunication device and that's it. Your success has reached the point that it has become a poison."
"Humanity can never have a utopia as it is anti-human. If it was created, the people that created it would destroy it because humanity needs to struggle to survive."
"Humans of today live in stagnation and in not long will face true struggle, not one of whether I am this or that or you are this or that no it will be a struggle that will kill you it will break your soul and mind and body into nothing and only those that can withstand it will survive and lead humanity."
"The world of the future is not the utopia you imagine, but at least we don't masquerade as you do." Mordred said as her eyes turned emotionless, yet there was a clear display of disgust in them.
"As they say, all problems become meaningless once you are at the point between life and death. The only thing that matters is your survival and you'll stick to your role." Odin said as he finished his burger.
"That is right, but it matters not what will happen will happen in the end humanity lives or dies, it is something future humans came to accept." Mordred said solemnly.
"By the way, how old are you?" Odin asked, trying to change the topic.
"I was made in 20,555 on the mega continental city of what is known as old Australia. I am the oldest droid from the star age before arriving here. I was in the year 80,267 or the age of resentment." Mordred said as she finished all the food.
"So you are nearly 60 thousand years old, wow!" Odin said as he did the math.
"Yes, to the other androids, I was considered their ancestor. I was also very involved in their development and in many political areas of the galaxy of sera-4 or Canis Major Dwarf, the satellite of the milky way."
"Oh, how was it?"
"The galaxy was run very militaristic considering it was involved in the defense of the milky way it was like being in the military from birth to death without retirement but we only recruited and never allowed people to be born as if they were they could never leave we were involved in the determination of forgive thereat and some times ending potential civilizations that may become a threat."
"So lots of paperwork with some boom booms in between?" Odin joked.
"Actually, yes, that pretty much sums up my life in the galaxy. It was boring but also pretty comfortable. I had my own star to live in, so it was nice."
"Ha, I only have a summer home on sol's surface but now I live in an apartment complex but hey the life isn't so bad," Odin said as he got up.
"House on sol?" Mordred muttered in confusion before following Odin.
The main part of the event had started as the event was a donation drive everyone here had come to donate. Some people placed dollars and others sent money through their phones.
Odin had prepared to donate, so he had called the bank to withdraw money that he had picked up before arriving. Inside the two briefcases was 500,000 USD. Odin placed the briefcases on the donation table and quickly returned to his seat.
Gabriel opened them, and his eyes widened in shock. He looked up at Odin and said.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, just make sure you give it to a charity and not some corp that will only give a bit of the money away." Odin said as he laid back on the chair.
The amount he had donated was quite a sum as it was at least 5% of his wealth, but Odin felt nothing towards it as he would soon make more.