Clockwork
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Last published Thu, Mar 24, 2016
She was created, she was loved, she was tainted, she is gone. A story about a girl, different from the rest, a minority. The world looked down upon her, a love child between two races, mech and human. Mechs are mechanical people, highly intelligent robots capable of thinking and feeling. Our young heroin is Clockwork, choosing the name her mech father gave to her. Donning the sword her father crafted for her out of spare parts, she joins a group of four others, in search of a mythical haven that may truly exist. Clockwork and friends face many adverts and challenges, not even sure if their sacrifices will be worth it.
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