Not A God

Chapter 26 - The Bionic Leader

Mechanical Age Endless Ferry

It's a ferry carrying passengers, drifting across a vast ocean with no end in sight. All around him, hungry robots were hunting their own kind, sucking the oil from their bodies to quench their thirst.

As a bionic man, Monarc didn't need to drink the oil, he could go and eat the regularly refreshed food in the dining room and rejuvenate his spirit, everything was peaceful except for the need to avoid his master, Aethas. After getting his food, Monarc quietly left the restaurant, leaving behind him the screams and sounds of dismantling mechanical chests. Walking down the empty corridor, Monarc saw a few bionic men collapse in a corner, obviously starving to death, and although the restaurant was littered with food, these loyal bionic men would not take it without orders from their master.

Mornac watched the scene, his face still expressionless, the same expression as the ones on the floor. The light from the corridor fell on his thick blonde hair, making his face cold and stern. As a bionic man, his body was made of carbon-based flesh and blood, not exactly designed to look like a cyborg, which made him stand out from his cybernetic-eyed and mechanical-looking counterparts, and made him look very strange.

Of course, his intelligence is more unusual than these differences.

In a society dominated by cyborgs, artificially created bionics are fragile things, as soft as snowflakes compared to the hardness and strength of cyborgs, and Mornac is a broken product, even more fragile than the average bionic. But he knew that he could not reveal himself, so he was careful even to take food, as the less intelligent Bionics would not do such superfluous things without orders from their masters. Especially after several of the ship's mechanics had starved to death and no one cared about the Bionics anymore, many of whom had died of starvation as a result.

The ship had been trapping them for half a month, fifteen days, and not a single crew member had appeared, except for an eerie voice reminding them not to go out at night, to do as they pleased during the day. To eat in the dining room, and other precautions. However, the food in the dining room was made up of flesh and blood, which was unacceptable to many of the mechanics, who scouted around to try and find some food for their stomachs, but they could not find any.

It was as if a mysterious force had trapped them, making them struggle for survival here, not to mention contacting the outside world, and they could not even step onto the top cabin, but could only move around in the three lower cabins. The result was that they were now killing each other, countless mechanical people who normally prided themselves on being civilised began hunting each other for oil and power to feed their hungry stomachs.

Monarc looked at the dried black oil and severed arms and limbs littering the ship and walked by expressionlessly, wanting nothing more than to survive here and not become a slave to the mechanicals at will, nothing else was on his mind. Monarc's thoughts were simple, no matter how horrible this bizarre ferry was, he just had to survive, and to do that he would do whatever it took. Thinking back to his time serving his murderous master, Aethas, before he came aboard, many bionic bodies had piled up in his master's courtyard, and he had bought the servant to bury and destroy them.

Monarc lowered his eyes, not wanting to remember.

He didn't understand why being a Bionic was a sin, why a cyborg was destined to be a master, and if he could, he would love to change that sad state of affairs. Even though he was perhaps the only one of his pathetic kind who had this ridiculous idea. Accidents always happen without notice, and as he was about to return to his cabin, Mornac was caught up in his memories when he bumped into his master, Aethas.

The master, who was fully clothed and missing an arm, his electronic eyes dimmed, and the moment he saw Monarc he showed a flash of rage, the same gaze that had killed the bionic man countless times before. Already irritated by the desperate atmosphere in the cabin, Aethas looked at the long-lost Bionic servant and wanted to pull his bones out and vent his accumulated fear and hunger-induced terror.