Post by Amber (Evol) on Aug 4, 2017 18:46:02 GMT
Blazing lights, loud noises, the choking smog of pollution and the busy hum of humans. Empire City.
Amber didn't like it.
Yet she was here anyway. Why? She could be back at the Glass City, maintaining the Corrupted for Morion and Obsidian, and running her own healing projects. She needed to help those poor space rocks...
But here she was at Empire city anyway, not doing any of that. She was just.... here. Maybe memories brought her here -and not ones that had been obtained through her waking state. Memories gathered from when she was a sole amber buried beneath her old ship, her projection out travelling the world and gathering Intel without much conscious to its being. She certainly could remember the busy layouts of these streets as if within her head was a printed map. She knew these faces, the terminology of the street-wise, the ripple of the water beneath the city's bridge. They were all images seen before at some point in her stasis.
She also remembered the smell and taste of human food. Odd how her dream projection had fancied such things when there was no need for it at all. Normally Amber wouldn't have wasted her time with things that were all but necessities, ruining time for her work when there could be gems out there needing her help. Help that probably wasn't needed... but help, nonetheless!
The thoughts about human food made her stop outside of a place she firmly recalled the humans calling a "diner", where they stuffed their organic faces with food, then throw whatever they don't or can't eat into bins that will be taken out later to pollute this miserable planet and further ruin it more than what the gems could ever have. Humans destroying their own home. The species confused Amber, and no matter how knowledgeable she was of them, she could not fathom everything of them. It was almost impossible, or, at least it was for a gem of her casting. She was no Peridot by far. She was only a healing gem, programmed to mend the broken and make strong the weak.
Only she sucked at that too.
Amber entered the diner and took a swift glance around. The smell of warm human sustenance greeted her nostrils, and she had to admit that it smelled divine and even made her mouth water. Maybe she could order something while she was here, and find ways to dispose of the waste without it harming the planet. Homeworld wanted this place, after all, last she knew, and what use was Earth if the humans just ruin almost everything?
She sat down at one of the booths, kicking her little legs over the side like a kid. A waiter would be with her shortly, but for now, Amber just sat back and began to think, thumbing the cash Obsidian gave her once just to try just human purchases. What was she going to do now? How long would she have to keep collecting these corrupted gems? How long will it be before she can save them all?
Amber didn't like it.
Yet she was here anyway. Why? She could be back at the Glass City, maintaining the Corrupted for Morion and Obsidian, and running her own healing projects. She needed to help those poor space rocks...
But here she was at Empire city anyway, not doing any of that. She was just.... here. Maybe memories brought her here -and not ones that had been obtained through her waking state. Memories gathered from when she was a sole amber buried beneath her old ship, her projection out travelling the world and gathering Intel without much conscious to its being. She certainly could remember the busy layouts of these streets as if within her head was a printed map. She knew these faces, the terminology of the street-wise, the ripple of the water beneath the city's bridge. They were all images seen before at some point in her stasis.
She also remembered the smell and taste of human food. Odd how her dream projection had fancied such things when there was no need for it at all. Normally Amber wouldn't have wasted her time with things that were all but necessities, ruining time for her work when there could be gems out there needing her help. Help that probably wasn't needed... but help, nonetheless!
The thoughts about human food made her stop outside of a place she firmly recalled the humans calling a "diner", where they stuffed their organic faces with food, then throw whatever they don't or can't eat into bins that will be taken out later to pollute this miserable planet and further ruin it more than what the gems could ever have. Humans destroying their own home. The species confused Amber, and no matter how knowledgeable she was of them, she could not fathom everything of them. It was almost impossible, or, at least it was for a gem of her casting. She was no Peridot by far. She was only a healing gem, programmed to mend the broken and make strong the weak.
Only she sucked at that too.
Amber entered the diner and took a swift glance around. The smell of warm human sustenance greeted her nostrils, and she had to admit that it smelled divine and even made her mouth water. Maybe she could order something while she was here, and find ways to dispose of the waste without it harming the planet. Homeworld wanted this place, after all, last she knew, and what use was Earth if the humans just ruin almost everything?
She sat down at one of the booths, kicking her little legs over the side like a kid. A waiter would be with her shortly, but for now, Amber just sat back and began to think, thumbing the cash Obsidian gave her once just to try just human purchases. What was she going to do now? How long would she have to keep collecting these corrupted gems? How long will it be before she can save them all?