sheeshy

 It was a warm winter evening, and there I lay aboard {Prodigy, the gizmatic serpent of a city. Two DeltaDoves flew silently together, their mechanized wings clicking in the distance. Nestled safely in the metal clutches of one of them - the AlphaMale - was a nineteenth-century style key. I had only seen one like it, long before. It belonged to someone I once knew.  The DeltaDoves flew nearer, and once they were almost directly above me the AlphaMale's gears started turning counterclockwise, and the key dropped, only five or six yards infront of where I was laying. Cognitive. //Initiate transmission: [ I need to find you. Where are you? Wh