Fiction:UM-X/Holo-Record 2

=Holo-Record 2= For the rest of the story, some author commentaries, and the shitty old story, check out Fiction:UM-X

For this Holo-book's author commentary, check out Fiction:UM-X/Holo-Record 2/AC

Chapter 1
Nychus

I sized up the half-drunk creature in front of me. It was small. The weaponry on it's body, however, was as hi-tech as it was profuse. I couldn't really identify what it was, however. It seemed to be powered by the creature it was attached to. From the rhythmic motions of it's chest and fidgety scanning of it's eyepiece, I also assumed that the machinery was more than an outfit- it was part of the person it was attached to. Creature and technology- neither could quite function without the other.

Of course, the creature wasn't exactly functioning properly now. It's eyes were drifting in and out of focus, at least the one not covered in machinery, and breathing was slow.

"I said, who are you?"

The wierdest thing by far, though, was it's Ssik accent. Hissy, abrupt, and commanding. And yet this creature commanded no respect at all. For starters, I was still sizing it up rather than bothering to answer it's question.

"Fine, don't answer. See if I care." It swiveled the seat it was perched on around and peeked over it's shoulder.

"Carbon-based carnivore drink. Sorry if it's a little bland, we can only afford the simplest of drinks when we have to carry so many different kinds." The bartender turned around.

"Say barkeep, what's your name?" I asked.

"Sam."

"Thanks. Last time I was in here there was another bartender. My dad brings me here now and then."

"Mhm." Well this bartender's a lot nicer than the last.Rest of the place is still the same old, though.