A small black cube, slightly larger than a grown man's fist, floated quietly at knee-level along the streets of the streets of the Seventh Circle. It weaved through the legs of larger humans and humanoids, only stopping when reaching a signpost at a stone bridge that spanned a small river that flowed through the city.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Markettown. Technology may not function normally in this district,"</span>an electronic voice sounded out quietly from the box itself. Orpheus had spent so much time in the company of humans and stranger folk that he occasionally voiced his thoughts aloud. He imagined himself a smile; perhaps one day, he would be completely human. Or at least human enough to not be trapped in a lost-and-found box for a day. Those were memories that he shuddered upon recollection, and could never summon up the courage and processing power to delete.<br/><br/>But his processes went back to Markettown. Orpheus experimented whenever he had free time; he would enter the borders of Markettown and simply attempt to maintain computing sanity. If 1+1 failed to add up to 2, more complicated processes could barely function properly. It took him weeks of practice, but at the cost of more processing power, Orpheus could maintain 99.9999% functionality within the worst of magical times in Markettown.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I went into Markettown as an AI and only contemplated global thermonuclear warfare 27 times. Thank WarGames for Tic-Tac-Toe,"</span>snarked Orpheus. He lowered himself onto the ground and sprouted wheels, rolling across the bridge with a few squeaks.<br/><br/>Perhaps he needed to oil himself later.<br/><br/>A small shock jolted his mechanical mind as his wheels rolled him into Markettown. It felt like the worst of times, at least for him, in Markettown, and a great relief that his mental functions weren't as impaired as he expected. His energy reserves were burning up at a greater rate though.<br/><br/>His little wheels spun with greater ferocity, but as he rolled into a small puddle, his wheels skidded. The cube flipped over and slid down the other end of the bridge, smacking lightly into the boots of a female guard.<br/><br/>Mentally, Orpheus had descended into panic, though the cube's actions showed nothing of that sort. He recovered quickly, though, at the same time his cube ascended and put himself the right way up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry about that!"</span>With a small flicker, the holographic projector on himself went to work, sprouting out a full-size image of his 'human' form, smiling as apologetically as possible, to Tani. Orpheus was taller than her, though the brown-haired woman in front of him had an athletic figure that most would kill for. And she probably could kick his cube across the bridge if she tried.