Trinity huffed and restored her sense of taste and smell.<span style="color: #336600"> "Fine, fine. Seer... Looker, I would like to try something else." </span>Looker smiled brightly and poured Trinity a bright pink drink befitting her Gnomish appearance.<span style="color: #99ffff"> "Then Creator is stupid, cowardly, and cruel. If not for that mortal on her ship... Never mind."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"I do say so. I'm the one who can see through the ground under it when it walks." </span>He smiled at her and leaned against her softly. "Sunrise... is nice. Warm."<span style="color: #666600">"I agree with the big guy. It may not be enough to save your life, perhaps nothing will be, but I reckon we have enough time in your life to at least help you check off some things before you die."</span><br/><br/>Sonia sighed softly and tapped her screen a few times.<span style="color: #b30059">"Darius. More coffee, sweetheart."</span>"Y-yes, ma'am!"<span style="color: #b30059">"Keep your scans to yourself, Eternal." </span>Other than being a little overbearing with his honesty and affection, the man and the farm girl in question were an adorable couple of lovers.<span style="color: #b30059">"Corpses? Hm, I figured they would have been completely decayed by now. Typical, I assume it was work of that rat. Those Draenei you found were the original caretakers of the Animus. You know of Nalo, my... let's say big sister. Her big sister and her siblings had some genetic malfunctions and turned on their creators. I disposed off the refuse."</span>She looked at Order then back to her tablet.<span style="color: #b30059">"Yes, I can see that. It seems the Animus was heavily effected by that strange Eternal power surge. Which I'm sure you had nothing to do with. Animus was heavily corrupted by Chaos' influence and many  of its systems cannibalized themselves to remain functional. Bane of Life. Yes, it's a fitting title given your history with your kind, don't you think? And your current recent behavior here on Azeroth. But you can thank Machinist for that, we are all her creations after all." </span>She motioned at the man brewing her coffee. The man, like her, was also a highly advanced machine but his mind was as natural and open as any mortal's.<span style="color: #b30059">"So what can I do to assist you, Order, Bane of Life?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>