The Greatest Mecha

Sól ended the transmission and sighed, she sat cross-legged on her bed which was a fluffy white cloud. Her room was massive enough and white in colour, the curtains were silver in colour. There was an indoor library of a small proportion, gadgets and amenities which she had procured over the years. The room was well kept with nothing out of place, there were two massive gaming pods at a corner of the room, a small worktable by the small indoor library, the worktable was made of a substance called polished wood. Its origins from things called trees.

Sól had heard that they were organic which was strange to her, she had only seen trees in the books she read but the concept of life growing from one tiny seed was ludicrous. In that era metal was the most profound element known and used but the Seraphyne used wood to show that they had dominance. They were also one of the only known classes of people who used real books to study, in an era where technology and data could be found online the idea of knowledge in physical form had long since been extinguished.

Only distinguished people of great prospect to humanity still used books, some in secret. What made these books so interesting was the information they held within which at most times was priceless, these books though seeming ordinary were coated in a firewall that prevented them from being scanned by any comm device or scanner to be uploaded or stored in any digital format. This ensured that the knowledge in these books could only exist in its physical form and in the mind of whoever had read them. In a world where there were hackers and pirates the holy blood implemented such a method to prevent the spread or leak of information.

Sól brushed back her fluffy white hair and massaged her temples lightly, she did nothing for a few seconds before sighing and saying, "You did it again Sól, why did you have to piss me off Damian?" She spoke to herself which was a habit of hers since she did not have anyone to talk to besides her pet cat who was sleeping heavily in her lap. She smiled and caressed its white angelic fur, it purred at her and rolled around. "I did it again, Sylphie."

Sól was annoyed by Damian’s request, she hated how he would at times ask dumb requests of someone of her IQ, it was suffering at times to even listen to them. But she had to remind herself the reason why she became close to him, she wanted to understand how people of the outside world portrayed life, being who she was she never got to experience the true world. She doubted any Seraphyne had stepped out of their comfort zone in over a hundred years unless it was for a diplomatic reason which was very rare, she did not want to live and die in her much cherished and flamboyant home. She wanted to experience the outside world through the eyes of another.

And from what she saw in Damian, aside from his comically fun self, he showed that the world was very dumb and unreasonable. He got excited about vague and sometimes useless things. While the holy bloods’ form of amusement sometimes came from artistic geniuses which was a bore to her. She would rather listen to her dumb friend than look at a wall of ink and lines for hours.

But after years of getting closer to Damian the fear in his eyes never once vanished only but reduced to an extent. But maybe she thought people from the outside world were dumb and idiotic or maybe people of her class were too smart and advanced to comprehend their type of humour, to compare their standards of life. She grew up at what was called the pinnacle of human existence and Damian grew up in the world, the real world. Of course their views would be different, and this caused a gap between them. A gap she desperately tried to fix by trying to bring herself down to his level as best as she could even if it was more tasking on her mental prowess. It was hell.

"What do you think Sylphie, did I overdo it this time?" She asked the sleeping cat. Why was she so interested in the world in the first place?

The answer was simple, she did not want to die just by living in one part of the world her whole life. She could not call Damian to apologise since she was clearly in the right and she had never once apologised for anything in her life, her pride would not allow it.