Kaili Talith
Forgotten, not gone.
The girl took two steps through the grand glass gates and quickly found herself in a sweat-drenched haven of technology. Had this been literally anywhere else she would have gagged and coughed, but around here it was just part of the atmosphere. From all around you could hear the beeps of droids and hisses from huge robotic arms as demo after demo was brought forth for everyone to see. From overhead there was a non-stop flow of music from the latest and hottest artists. This was technophobe hell, technofreak’s heaven. Kaili’s eyes peered towards the ceiling only to set themselves upon the name of the greatest event that she could ever think to visit:
It was where culture collided with the obscure and formed a melting pot of visions and ideas for the near and distant future that few ‘normies’ would ever bat their eye at. Obviously the girl was perhaps romanticizing the idea of this particular convention pretty hardcore, but who could blame her? Anyone who was anyone attended this meeting of brains. Some to brag, others to steal, many others to hold press releases relating to new products that was to be released between now and next year’s convention. While Kaili would no doubt have loved to have displayed one of her droids on the floor this year it was still an endeavour that was far beyond the reach of the money in her pockets. Maybe next year, or in a few decades, but until then all she could do was enjoy the sights and keep breathing through her mouth.
Step for step she delved even deeper and deeper into the crowds until finally she was at the main floor itself. Whether by pure dumb luck or not, Kaili had somehow managed to find herself by a boot held by none other than Silk Holdings themselves. A quick, high-pitched whine of a chuckle managed to push its way through her throat and nose. Maybe if she was lucky she’d see Mara around, but considering who that girl was and the whole ‘work work work’ attitude that they didn’t really share between them, it was fair to assume that Kaili wouldn’t be seeing her friend on the floor at all.
For a good while she wandered rather aimlessly, but eventually something managed to catch her eye. An arm, but not just any kind of arm. A cybernetic arm. The company who made it was still a newcomer on the market, one of the skyrocketing success stories that you ever so rarely heard about these days. The arm in question was a sleek, white thing with built in defenses against almost anything a person would want to defend themselves against. Sure, Kaili had her qualms about having weaponry installed in something like an arm, but even she had to admire the way they had managed to almost hide that one away from the naked eye.
“No touching the glass!” A very frustrated Ithorian warned Kaili. The girl proceeded to grab a hold of her wrist and pull it in close. She wanted to touch that glass, her mind practically screamed for it, but even so she held herself back.
“Sorry.” She bowed her head at the Itorian who gave her a firm staredown in return. “I won’t touch it, I promise! ...Geez.”
[member="Anna Sachae"]
The Annual Droid Convention & Emporium
It was where culture collided with the obscure and formed a melting pot of visions and ideas for the near and distant future that few ‘normies’ would ever bat their eye at. Obviously the girl was perhaps romanticizing the idea of this particular convention pretty hardcore, but who could blame her? Anyone who was anyone attended this meeting of brains. Some to brag, others to steal, many others to hold press releases relating to new products that was to be released between now and next year’s convention. While Kaili would no doubt have loved to have displayed one of her droids on the floor this year it was still an endeavour that was far beyond the reach of the money in her pockets. Maybe next year, or in a few decades, but until then all she could do was enjoy the sights and keep breathing through her mouth.
Step for step she delved even deeper and deeper into the crowds until finally she was at the main floor itself. Whether by pure dumb luck or not, Kaili had somehow managed to find herself by a boot held by none other than Silk Holdings themselves. A quick, high-pitched whine of a chuckle managed to push its way through her throat and nose. Maybe if she was lucky she’d see Mara around, but considering who that girl was and the whole ‘work work work’ attitude that they didn’t really share between them, it was fair to assume that Kaili wouldn’t be seeing her friend on the floor at all.
For a good while she wandered rather aimlessly, but eventually something managed to catch her eye. An arm, but not just any kind of arm. A cybernetic arm. The company who made it was still a newcomer on the market, one of the skyrocketing success stories that you ever so rarely heard about these days. The arm in question was a sleek, white thing with built in defenses against almost anything a person would want to defend themselves against. Sure, Kaili had her qualms about having weaponry installed in something like an arm, but even she had to admire the way they had managed to almost hide that one away from the naked eye.
“No touching the glass!” A very frustrated Ithorian warned Kaili. The girl proceeded to grab a hold of her wrist and pull it in close. She wanted to touch that glass, her mind practically screamed for it, but even so she held herself back.
“Sorry.” She bowed her head at the Itorian who gave her a firm staredown in return. “I won’t touch it, I promise! ...Geez.”
[member="Anna Sachae"]