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Prologue

    The moon was slowly rising over the city. The same city that had previously been destroyed to some extent. A large tower was being constructed in the very center of it. The city was the same Ninjago City that its residents knew but at the same time it was different. Cyrus Borg had grown to be very popular in this time. Especially with all his new inventions. Borg had used his newly developed fame and wealth to help rebuild the city. Ninjago City was now advanced with the new technology Borg had implemented. It didn't look like anything anyone had ever seen before. The tower in the center seemed to complete the new futuristic look of the place. However it wasn't yet completed. Off in the distance from the city a manor stood on a hill. Borg's wealth had gotten him to the point where he could afford practically anything. The newfound fame left him as one of Ninjago's most famous faces.

Inside the manor Borg watched the construction of his new tower from afar. After it was finished being built he would go live inside of it. It was moments like this where Borg often forgot that anything else was going on. He was far too excited to peel himself away from the window. His tower, his legacy would be secured by this new building. Like a brick placed on the top of a recently built wall that cemented the wall's completion. Cyrus Borg's tower would cement Ninjago City's reconstruction. The building had taken quite a while but now it was finally coming to a finish. He had waited months for this and his vision was taking just the shape he had envisioned it would. Floors of factories to mass produce his technology, his products would be everywhere in Ninjago.

'Borg had been told for quite some time that once he was focused on something he wouldn't let it go. He didn't really know if that was true but what he did know was that no matter what anyone said he would build his tower. Some citizens had shown a bit of concern for where he had chosen to build it but he assured them their concerns were futile. The people of Ninjago City had cautioned against it even but he insisted on where he would build. He insisted nothing was going to go wrong it couldn't, after all what could possibly go wrong. No it wouldn't go wrong because everything was perfect. Or at least it was going to be after his new implementations of technology were finished. Everything would work out exactly like he planned. Ninjago would enter a new era, an era of technology made by him of course.'

"Borg?" A monotonous voice interrupted him from his thoughts.

Bright green eyes blinked slowly. Borg shook off his thoughts and turned to face the one who had interrupted him. Borg noticed the familiar titanium build of the droid he had built behind him.

"Oh! Pixal, did you need anything?" He questioned.

"You said you did? Or was I mistaken?" Her soft monotonous voice seemed confused.

"Oh yes, dinner. Apologies, I was lost in thought."

Pixal gently grabbed the handles of his wheelchair and began moving him towards the dining room. With a soft smile on her face that anyone would dismiss as genuine but someone who looked closely could almost call it fake. As for the smile itself that was unknown, perhaps it was in fact genuine or perhaps the droid did not fully know the emotion she kept on her face. Whatever the case Borg didn't notice, but of course he never really did. She stopped the wheelchair in the place of a chair at the dining table. The table had been carefully set and the food was placed in front of Borg so he wouldn't have to reach very far to get anything.

"Thank you Pixal." He mentioned before draping a napkin over his lap.

Pixal quietly nodded and went to sit at the opposite end of the table. She folded a napkin over her lap as well. Even though she didn't typically try to eat anything. According to her it wasn't necessary. Being a droid it was in fact not necessary but if she wanted to she could. Pixal sat quietly while Borg ate which seemed to be the only noise in the large manor. It was ironic only two people, if you could even consider Pixal as a person inhabited the manor despite its size. Borg preferred to live on his own.

"The tower is almost complete. Do you have any feelings about that?" Borg asked the only other person at the table.

"I am unsure how to respond."

"Do you feel excited or nervous? Things like that."

"I do not know. Should I feel this way?"

"Well typically people have different emotions for change. I myself am very excited to go to the place I have worked hard to have built. Do you feel anything like that?"

"I do not feel anything like what you have described."

"Then what do you feel?"

"I do not feel anything on the matter."

"You have to feel something. Perhaps you just don't know how to express your feelings. All people have feelings." Borg gave a small smile.

"I am not a person, I am Pixal: the Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Life-form." Pixal responded in her monotonous voice.

"Right." Borg's intrigue seemed to fade.

The rest of the evening was silent after that. Nothing of interest happened and neither of the two inhabitants said anything to one another.

A/N: Here we go! This is the shortest "chapter" in the story don't get used to it ;) The image above is a drawing made by me it's a fake MAP thumbnail (she's a cat since I can't draw people, don't get used to a drawing every chapter either-) The song is Lily by Alan Walker if you want to know more about the story. Starting off with the prologue, look forward to next Monday when Chapter 1 will be posted ~ Wanda