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1991 | s, sk _________________________
a creator without the ability to unmake, made, made, made, and made
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in the midst of one of the most crowded streets of seoul, a sleek, black limousine pulls to a stop in front of a thirty floor building. a machina bearing the semblance of a young man with sleek hair and a polished uniform rushes forward to open the car door.
"goodmorning creator!" the machina greets cheerfully as it steps aside to let the passenger out of the backseat. a pair of expensive, polished leather loafers hit the ground then before the man emerges from the back of the limousine.
"not so loud, thomas." the man tells the machina quietly. he looks around quickly then to make sure no one has heard the machine. when he sees that the coast is clear, he smiles nervously and corrects the machina, "my father was the creator, i am simply his son, government agent zero. remember?"
"yes, government agent zero." is thomas' automatic response that makes his (current) creator smile.
"good, now please take me up to see president park." the man says, watching as the machina's eyes flash green, a sign that the machine understood it's task. thomas turns and leads the way inside the building, holding the door open for the creator, to which the man smiles.
"good morning mr. kim!" the staff within the presidential building greets.
the man nods and smiles politely in response. he didn't like to appear too friendly, a habit that had been instilled in him by his father. as the creator of the world changing machina, he was meant to be a feared man. he held a lot of power and he was meant to display it accordingly. technically, his father had invented the machines, but when the older man passed, it was his son, the man, who had finished the project and sent them out into the world.
"if it isn't the feral robot maker," the man rolls his eyes when he presses the elevator button and it opens to reveal kaito park leaning against the wall, slouching and unkempt as usual, "let me guess, you've come to see how your little project is doing these days? well, i'll save you a trip all the way up to the top floor. it's just as shitty as usual. rebels were beat in the street recently for trying to protect an innocent child from a hostile machina."
"the child may not have been as innocent as it seemed." the man shrugs, smirking when kaito glares at him.
"oh yes, that innocent child must have really been up to something, he was probably going to destroy the very world as we know it." kaito replies sarcastically, "do you even fucking hear yourself? what are you getting out of this, seeing innocent people be tortured by your little invention?"
"i receive joy from seeing the world become a safer place." the man recites the words his father would always tell him when he asked about the machina as a child.
