The apartment door in the scientific department area opened, bringing a fourteen-year-old man wearing his school uniform in. "I'm home," he said—as if someone lived in the apartment. He also did not forget that his father, who had been living for him, preferred to sleep in a laboratory.
Take off his shoes and put them back on the shelf. The slender and tall man stepped into one of the rooms. He laid his body on top of his single bed.
He closed his eyes briefly, feeling tired in his body to vent. "Yoshua, are you feeling tired? You should change your clothes," the man said to himself. He then got up and opened his wooden cabinet. There was a pale man with a handsome face who looked like he was asleep.
"Aidan, aren't you supposed to greet me like that?"
There was no answer, whether he had forgotten that the man who seemed to have never opened his eyes had died two years ago. But how can there be no signs of decay in the beautiful body? Instead, it looks to grow and live without a heartbeat and the roar of breath.
Yoshua kisses Aidan's lips. The undead on his wrist relies on infusion for nutrition. Yoshua doesn't even care how Aidan's body gives up nutrients because the blood doesn't make the nutrients spread throughout the body due to the heart malfunctioning. "Happy 2nd Anniversary, Aidan."
Crazy.
Yes, Yoshua -the young man sitting in the High School Senior's chair should have realized he was different. He loved someone dead.
~G.0.D~
A little boy sits in front of a hologram that shows him some snippets of sweet images—according to him—that illustrate how messed up the world is. He held a lollipop in his hand and folded his legs on the chair he was sitting on. He grinned occasionally when he saw some soldiers who were shot dead by the war superiors of other soldiers to show strength. Inhumane indeed.
Vixon -the boy who was eating the lollipop, moved his lips. Ugh! Who the hell is the person who sent him the email? He should be willing to change the question, Who is someone who knows his email? He grumbled, but at the urging of his curiosity, he opened the small letter emblem in the corner of his holographic monitor.
From: Dexmon Sammael Anderson
Subject: A new game
Hi ... old friend. Did you miss me? This time, I've come out of the confines of people who are too genius. Hahahahha... Interested in playing Vixon Wolf? I'm asking you to control the world instead of being someone who pretends to watch everything.
Growling. Vixon hated him, hated the friend who had been his peer when he was in kindergarten. He hates the sophisticated one who always carries a stupid cat everywhere, sometimes making him sneeze indistinctly. He hates someone who always bothers him, plays PSP and challenges him to talk economically.
"Oh," Vixon muttered, taking a deep breath. His eyes began to circulate to pay attention to his surroundings, which were too peaceful. "Mama, Papa," he called to the pair, staring at the TV in the middle of the room.
The two people turned their heads and showed a distinctive face made of iron. A Vixon Wolf makes two pairs that are androids father and mother, who do not fit the criteria of his desire. Just like Dexmon, he also doesn't want to be among the annoying adults who don't understand his taste as a lover of creatures made of iron—maybe.
"Yes, dear?" the robot woman moved from the sofa, approached Vixon, and stroked the creator's curly brown hair. "Does Vixy have to join that ugly Sammy playing?" Vixon asked, for sure he knew the answer. The two robots are the programs he created. He provides thousands of possible questions with the answers he wants.
"Go if it's interesting baby, mama and papa support you."
Vixon laughed happily, then, like a sweet child who was allowed by his parents to play outside with his new neighbors. And make sure Vixon has a neighbor of his creation. He immediately pressed the reply button on his holographic screen.
To: Dexmon Sammael Andersoon
Hi, Sammy. Of course, I miss you. Would you like to meet me at Imagine City? I can't wait to see you. Hehehehe.
Soon, the reply was received by Vixon.
From: Dexmon Sammael Anderson
All right, but before. Alcatraz security breach: I want to go there to pick up a friend.
Vixon frowned. Friends? He couldn't remember that he and Dexmon had any other friends. Only the damn cat that always makes him sneeze uncontrollably and also the few robots that he introduces to Dexmon and is constantly damaged by Dexmon, of course. Given the answer given by the robot when asked, different from expectations Dexmon.
His genius brain started looking for someone who might come to Dexmon. There were many great people there, and he often looked -watched- from his holographic monitor about a fun War. He grinned happily as he found out who might have caught his old friend's attention.
To: Dexmon Sammael Anderson
Are you looking for Yesung? Just because I'm good, I'm sending you a plan for Alcatraz, and I'll control it from here so you can pick her up and keep her in good health. Hehehehhe ... but I heard she didn't want to get out of there because she was sorry about her lover who died on the battlefield.
Vixon is quite interested in the way that Kibum will drag the stupid soldier who destroyed his battalion and the enemy battalion a few years ago. The person is too devastated by the death of the beloved—it means that he is ready to die, and there is nothing that Dexmon can use to threaten.
But it's still a Dexmon. Vixon was sure Dexmon had a great informant before taking the great warrior out of his golden cage, right?
From: Dexmon Sammael Anderson
I'm sending someone who will take Jeremy out and be someone who makes our new game even more interesting, Vixy. I'm sending you a picture, and you'll see how much better the new people are than your imagined city.
Once again, Vixon was a little curious about how great the informant was this time. What former CIA agent? Come on, everyone knows they're just a bunch of cash-strapped traitors. Or an FBI agent who is easily bribed because he doesn't get promoted?
Vixon bulged his eyes when he found a photo of someone with a chubby face and round eyes. Vixon quickly opened the secret data of the World Police, opened gates with a computer virus that he made, and broke into internet security with his spyware. Bingo! He's got it.
He didn't feel great this time and bit his lower lip. Not seeing the sun makes the old friend so long for a change. Jonah Cluster. Vixon read the biodata owned by someone whose photo is the same as the one Dexmon gave him. Vixon re-opened his file a few years ago, trying to remember where he kept the battalion data that Jeremy had held.
Lia Smith. Lia Smith. "Lia Smith and Jonah Clauster. Damn they look like," curse Vixon, and enough, he convinced himself that the old friend had not changed much. Great at judging people with an identifiable portion of their brain damage.