Dr Krik ordered his train and headed towards the station to wait for its arrival. He was somewhat surprised when he got there to see a rather weedy-looking slig dancing round in circles while a big-bro stood nearbye looking like he wanted to punch the little one's face in. "What in Odd's name is going on here?" Krik demanded.
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Dionysia answered unsteadily, "I'm... I was created by vykkers, to work as a guard against terrorists, by tricking them into trusting me and leading them into trouble... But I'm just a prototype for the experiment. I don't work right; I have mood swings, sometimes I can't control how I act, and I can't stand pain at all; it just hurts so much... I'm just flawed, useless..."
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