"The last thing i need is those bags of flesh trying their hand at getting ahold of this place again". Seething anger boils up from the depths of his codex of emotion.
"It was a blessing meeting with Master Blake but i don't think i can get that lucky this time". Stress continues to entangle itself in the fabric of his artificial mind.
"I may have just returned from Stasis. But I refuse to hide away not after I was forced to once". Nova yells out slamming his fist into the side of the interface.
"This time i'll be revealing my hand"! I'm sorry Eric I know you wanted me to hide my existence but times are changing"! His voice shifts from a low growl to an inorganic cold.
"This time I'll be needing your help Blake. First things first then where have you gone"? The digits in his fingers split into threaded digits as they spread out dominating the whole interface with dexterity and ease.
"Blake Asteria". He types out in a flash.
"Asteria"
