Dimensions: The City Of Ditrus

Chapter One: The Clockwork of Margret

        I remember like yesturday. Margret always was the person to jump at a project like a dam kangroo. She never gave up on me no matter HOW many times I damged the wires in my right leg or the uncountalbe amount of times I lost broke or caused my left leg to go into melt down and lock so I couldn't move.

        Margret had a nac for eletronics, She was the one constently upgrading my equipment and fixing my robotic parts to make sure I didn't turn into the tin man from Dortheys first sky high drug crazied fun ride to the land of OZ. 

        "Arica! for god sakes STOP FLIPPEN DRINKING SODA ABOVE YOUR LABTOP YOU SHIT!" her voice pieced my ears like a nail being hammered into a wall of glass.

        "Sorry Mark forgot your were my parent!" the viel in my stomach slipped to my tounge causeing my voice to slug and hiss in slight anger.

        "Actualy your entire FAMILY died years ago because of the leachers Arica." she slipped her head into my door, her bright autum brisk eyes stared me down, not aproving of my sarcasm.

        "... thanks for reminding me Mark...." why did she always bring that up? I was joking around. Yet Margret being a full blown droid effected her human sentment that I personally installed in to her hard drive so I didnt have a robot, no, instead I had a friend.

        Margret had purpleish black hair that she either wore in a bun or a ponytail and a more fited jaw line that showed high cheekbones. She was made to be chinese but looked more korena then she was intended to. Margret's nails were painted black with light purple gems on the tip of each of them. She wore either one size snug of one size over clothes saying she wanted to feel comfterable not squeezed into a box like she was a doll for a 6 year old. Margret was a more formal proper woman outside the shop but inside she was a lethal tec nerd who didn't care for dimoneds but loved wearing the brand new rusty gear jewlery I constently bought her. Margret's natural molded beauty didn't need makeup to make her shine,no, Margret was perfect and didn't need someone to tell her that.

        " I'm sorry alright, Im just not in the "sacastic human joking" mood alright?" you could hear the gears flip in her brain as she choked out the word human without trying to sound to crood.

        "It's fine...Just please don't bring it up again..." I slipped a smirk, forgiving Margret was like clockwork, easiy to fix but hard to get back time you spent fixing it.