Mech 3: the Empress
“In a society that so valued rank, pomp and circumstance, a twisted soul such as Garth was almost automatically ignored. He carried no more interest for the people of this world than might a blob of manure left upon a cobbled road. The most they would do, if forced to recognize its existence, would be to steer around it, so as not to be soiled. Such was the way they treated Garth.Ornth, the Tulk driving Garth’s body, found it very easy to escape the attention of the human throng. Their very presence in his vicinity he found disturbing—even more than they found him. To him, they were creatures of unrelenting filth, exposed as they were to the filth, grit and microbes of the world. They were dirty reefs of organic mud. Looking out through Garth’s eyes, he could not help but think of the trillion microbiotic things that crawled within each mass that passed by. At first, these filthy creatures waved and pawed at him when he exited the ship. But over time, they came to realize he wasn’t int...erested in their attentions and, as he remained unresponsive to their queries, they left him alone.MoreLess
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