My name is Liam. And boy, am I sad. I'm a prince. I have servants. I have a good family. I have a good friend. That also happens to be a pretty girl. And an unbelievably strong warrior. Oh yeah, and a bazooka for an arm. Ok, maybe not as long as a bazooka. It's more of a...hmmm....how should I describe it? A slightly fatish cannon for my left arm. That shoots out a sort of cool laser pulse? That is cool but is slightly awkward when trying to dress? Just to be clear, the reason why I'm sad is not because of my bazooka. I find it pretty awesome to have. But it does have some down effects. Which brings me to why I'm so sad.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm a prince. People would probably kill for my position. But hey, we royals are humans too. We're allowed to be sad.
Anyway, the reason. You see, a couple of weeks ago, I finally found THE ONE. The one that I would like to be with all my life. Yeah. I'd fallen in love. And she was so pretty! Well, stunning, really. Blond hair that seemed white, flawless face, yeah. Beautiful. Except that I have never seen her again. So I spent a few weeks tracking her down. Finally, I found where she lived. She lived with an old man. A man that created robots, artificial intelligence. And she was his daughter. In a sense of he was the one that created her. Legit. That's right. The Prince of Fondeva with a weapon for a left arm has fallen in love with a robot girl. Sad, right? But get this. She was captured. Kidnapped. Robotnapped. Artificialintelligencenapped. Whatever. She was taken. By another country. To be used as a weapon. Of war. Against, quite potentially, us.
And the worst thing?
I'm not allowed to find her.
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Deactivated Beauty
Romance'There she was, in a chair, unmoving. The same as I remembered her. Yet somehow, she was different. She was still so pretty that it made my heart yearn for her, but she seemed so...lifeless. I made up my mind. A glimpse of her isn't enough. I needed...
