The Wolf and the Machine

"You assumed escape was an option?" The deep voice echoed throughout the room. The Wolf struggled, panicked, as rails on the ceiling allowed the mechanical arm to drag him around the room in between mechanical appliances, and straight down toward the back where the empty cryotank and dark figure near resided, and stopped a couple yards in front of them as it forced him down into a kneel.

The figure tending to the wall panel was basically a bunch of mechanical pieces holding up the remains of an organic old body, which consisted of a partial head, chest and right arm which stopped at the elbow. The machine limbs and torso were all very functional replicating human movement, made up of basic metal frames and joints with wires running to and fro, his middle section covered by a dark rubbery mesh held up by a hip frame and a ribcage frame. The entity was almost entirely a machine.

"I see you're another who can access the minds of others." the Machine said, still tending to the wall panel, back facing the Wolf.

The Wolf went wide-eyed. ...had the Machine...entered his mind? ...There hadn't been single word of conversation or even general interaction. He never in his life had known anybody else with the ability.

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Rhim, a young humanoid creature of an odd race nobody knows, must find his place along with his friends he gathers on the way in a universe of its own unique kind of fantasy as he tries to uncover the truth of his and his world's heavily mysterious past, and defend it against the menacing mechanical monsters that inhabit it throughout.