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<blockquote data-quote="threshel" data-source="post: 2176958" data-attributes="member: 5164">OughtThe glow of the large screen was the only light in the small mountain cave.&nbsp; Standing before it, Ought’s gaunt frame cast a long shadow on the opposite wall.&nbsp; The two black dots that served as his eyes flicked slightly as he scanned the news reports.&nbsp; “Justice League Establishes Temporary HQ in India”, and “Metropolis’ Newest Meta Holds Press Conference” flashed by, nearly too quickly to read.&nbsp; The large tape spools on the computer whirred, the only sound in the room.&nbsp; Even constructed of old technology, such was the genius of its builder that the computer was still able to process data as fast as Ought required.One look at Ought proved his artificial nature.&nbsp; At first glance, he seemed to be a thin man wearing a full white body suit, with a full mask.&nbsp; Alas, such was not the case.&nbsp; The shallow bump of a nose, the slight line where a mouth would be, the nearly flat places were ears should be were not the coverings of fabric, but his very real face, and the white “fabric” was his skin.&nbsp; Drifting like restless clouds over his entire body were large black dots.&nbsp; Some were as small as a hand, fingers spread.&nbsp; Others were as nearly as large as his torso, always wrapped around the curve of chest or shoulder, too big to show fully.&nbsp; All swallowed light whole, leaving no bits to shine.&nbsp; His build was lithe and athletic, but his abdomen impossibly thin, belying his lack of intestine.&nbsp; Below that, only smooth skin, and the muscles necessary for locomotion.&nbsp; Even the appellation “he” was only in evidence in his muscular structure.&nbsp; Over his left breast was the only thing on his body that wasn’t a black dot:&nbsp; a single brand of the numeral &quot;0&quot;.Ought didn’t need to touch the computer to make it work.&nbsp; All he had to do was stand and will it.&nbsp; Ought wasn’t interested in the news, not really.&nbsp; At least, not any more than he was interested in anything else.&nbsp; Ought was 5 years old, and Ought was only months free from the place that created him.&nbsp; This was his first night in Warhawk’s Aerie, and mostly, Ought was looking because he could.That’s why it came as such a surprise when his screen cleared, and large letters filled the blank space:“Oh.&nbsp; There you are.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="threshel, post: 2176958, member: 5164"] [b]Ought[/b] The glow of the large screen was the only light in the small mountain cave. Standing before it, Ought’s gaunt frame cast a long shadow on the opposite wall. The two black dots that served as his eyes flicked slightly as he scanned the news reports. “Justice League Establishes Temporary HQ in India”, and “Metropolis’ Newest Meta Holds Press Conference” flashed by, nearly too quickly to read. The large tape spools on the computer whirred, the only sound in the room. Even constructed of old technology, such was the genius of its builder that the computer was still able to process data as fast as Ought required. One look at Ought proved his artificial nature. At first glance, he seemed to be a thin man wearing a full white body suit, with a full mask. Alas, such was not the case. The shallow bump of a nose, the slight line where a mouth would be, the nearly flat places were ears should be were not the coverings of fabric, but his very real face, and the white “fabric” was his skin. Drifting like restless clouds over his entire body were large black dots. Some were as small as a hand, fingers spread. Others were as nearly as large as his torso, always wrapped around the curve of chest or shoulder, too big to show fully. All swallowed light whole, leaving no bits to shine. His build was lithe and athletic, but his abdomen impossibly thin, belying his lack of intestine. Below that, only smooth skin, and the muscles necessary for locomotion. Even the appellation “he” was only in evidence in his muscular structure. Over his left breast was the only thing on his body that wasn’t a black dot: a single brand of the numeral "[FONT=Fixedsys]0[/FONT]". Ought didn’t need to touch the computer to make it work. All he had to do was stand and will it. Ought wasn’t interested in the news, not really. At least, not any more than he was interested in anything else. Ought was 5 years old, and Ought was only months free from the place that created him. This was his first night in Warhawk’s Aerie, and mostly, Ought was looking because he could. That’s why it came as such a surprise when his screen cleared, and large letters filled the blank space: [COLOR=Blue]“Oh. There you are.”[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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