He devoted these lives to finding out how to craft the truly perfect body, the absolute highest level of being the human race could possibly reach. While they worked with shaky hands, he rewrote the missile’s coding with a small computer on his wrist. Slender arms wrapped around Noah’s neck, and he felt a kiss on the back of his ear. The rest often made the frequent rain in this bleak city a blessing. It was a simple, boring, and comfortable life. She was like a puppet, with the strings all leading to his tongue. Noah mimicked their movements, joining along in their games as they played with rocks and sticks. His organs had received lush nutritional pampering, as well as harsh training, all to augment their endurance and functions. Taller than a human, the slade’s armored body moved on three legs and had three double-jointed arms, operating in any direction with a 360º view.
