"Genga, if you are unhappy, you have to tell me." Saleen walked towards the end of the vessel slowly and spoke to the clone of the Mechanical Soul, who was by his side. Each clone was controlled by the Mechanical Soul, and unless he gave up the power, the clones would not have any will of their own.
"Master, why would I be unhappy? You are great, honorable, and righteous! I will remember everything you say and carry it out, without running away…"
"Alright, I am a human, not a spirit of the dead. If you say anymore, I am going to puke." Saleen stepped in front of a metal puppet and looked up, only to see the medium-sized metal puppet of eighteen yards long standing in a daze amidst the sea breeze. There were no flashes of light in its eyes and its full body of metal armor was full of smooth grooves.
