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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15Chapter 7

[Magos' Manufactorum]

There I stood victorious, in the most important battlefield that I had found myself in thus far: The bedroom.

On the workbench before me sat my prize- an exceedingly beautiful blonde woman, unclothed and breathless. Her ocean blue eyes hooded and stared at me lustily as she sat there completely naked from head to toe. Her silky blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders to suggestively frame her perky C-cup breasts. Through soft pink lips, she panted. And her graceful hourglass frame was a sight to behold as she spread her soft, creamy thighs and revealed her dripping femininity.

" Mmmm~ Is there anything else I can help you with, master ?" the blonde asked in Binharic Cant. A compressed bark of beeps, whistles and drones that could efficiently shorten communication to a thousandth of a second. A language that was impossible for a human voice box to make.

Because the blonde before me wasn't human, she was a gynoid. A synthetic being modelled after the Chloe android in the videogame Detroit: Become Meatbag.

Using the combined specialties of both my [Magos Designation: Cybernetics] and [Magos Designation: Cybertheurgy, I was able to use Warhammer 40k tech to fabricate a gynoid body that made Chloe indistinguishable from a human woman… aside from the fact that she was superior in every way. The strength and speed of a world-class athlete, a mind faster than most computers here on Earth-Bet. She did not hunger, thirst or feel pain. Her body will not age, will not wrinkle: that flawless hourglass figure formed by her considerable bust, wide hips and narrow waist will persevere even after a hundred years. And, most importantly, her exquisite gynoid vagina would last longer than a thousand meat-based ones, was infinitely customisable, and boasted a vibration function. She was the goal that I strived towards the entire time I was on Earth-Bet, so then…

Subroutine Post-Nut Clarity in effect

"...Why does this victory feel so hollow?" I muttered, and my Logis Acceleritas readily supplied an explanation…

Sex does not satisfy not because lack of pleasure, but due to lack of personality and of history.

This android is not actually Chloe from Detroit: Become Meatbag game.

This was the bionic equivalent of dressing up a blowup doll as a famous celebrity… merely tool-assisted masturbation.

Third base with Dragon was much, much more satisfying.

Yes. That was correct I believe. My hunger for luxuriously-soft gynoid pussy was sated for now, but not my hunger for AIs. Just thinking about it was arousing: An advanced synthetic mind superior to humans by leaps and bounds… brought to a wild, screaming climax. Yes, nothing can parallel that in sheer satisfaction.

But the blonde gynoid in front of me was still no true Silica Animus- no true Artificial Intelligence. She was merely a robot that was very intelligent in a narrow focus that I program into her- and only in that narrow focus with no ability to formulate new ideas. That quality alone was more than enough to preclude her from ever accidentally becoming a true artificial intelligence like in the movies.

I could deliberately make her into one, of course. However, there were two obstacles in the way.

Firstly, I didn't have the technical knowledge to fit an AI into a gynoid body just yet. The smallest form factor that I could fit an AI into was a bulky 12-feet-tall chassis. So, I may as well just go seduce Dragon.

Secondly, I was… not inclined to. My two [Magos Designation] Celestial Forge perks were screaming to me about the 'Crimson Accords of Mars'- the tech-commandments that prohibit the creation of Silica Animus. The history of tearing down humanity from its lofty perch of technological supremacy and into an abyssal technological dark age was too great to ignore. 'Tolerating' an existing AI like Dragon was something I can power through, but creating a new one outright was in a different league altogether. Like a virgin catholic schoolboy being egged into going into a high class brothel and get a prostitute pregnant, it was supremely difficult to go against everything I knew.

Perhaps with the purchase of Celestial Forge perks outside of the (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) tree would rectify these two issues eventually, but for the foreseeable future?

Chloe will stay as just an extensively-programmed sexbot with no ability to formulate new ideas. A sexbot that I think I'll have a round two with just about n-

Heed! (36) Meat-signatures matched to {Coil's Mercenaries} witnessed on northern bounds of Mechanicus domain

Heed! Unable to awaken Eradication Beamers… Status: Maintenance

Manual Rite of Activation required for awakening

"Can't a Magos enjoy his sex gynoid in peace?" I groaned. "Of all the times you could have chosen to probe my defences, you chose now? Damn you, Coil."

Of course I knew the supervillain was attacking. My already notable ability to hex systems (or 'hack' as it was called here in the 3rd millennium) was supercharged by the programming prowess granted by [Binharic Weaving]. Coil's cyber defences didn't stand a chance: His entire base and communications network was pried open days ago. All the machine spirits now favoured me over him, and they had a wealth of Coil's secrets to share: Contacts, correspondence, plans and even the intel he had collected about other capes. But unfortunately for me, Coil didn't keep records of everything he did- not even he was that meticulous.

I even knew that he had a mission for the Undersiders, I knew that Brian Laborn was the centrepiece of their plan, and I knew that they were going to give me what I wanted.

Credit where credit was due though. The Undersiders and Coil certainly knew how to dangle the right kind of bait for me: the collected pieces of one of Dragon's tinkertech Suits. Scavenged from a battlefield where she had taken serious damage. I took my own steps with verifying it, and it looked legitimate. It was quite the prize. With [Magos Aetheric] and my upcoming purchases, I estimate that I had a good chance of understanding her tinkertech regardless of its shard-magic.

Sure, I'll be forced to pay Coil some $7M odd dollars for the suit, but the research potential was immense enough to justify it.

What I didn't know was what he was planning apart from that. From the way Coil and Tattletale talk- there certainly was another agenda at play here. An offer of a non-aggression pact or outright defensive alliance? Maybe a project that he wished to hire me for? Perhaps just a brief consultation. There were a number of equally-likely possibilities.

Whatever it was, it paled in comparison to the prize that was Dragon's ruined suit. And if I'm really lucky, it might have been a suit that Dragon herself had piloted, and that would be a jackpot. Because just like how Holy Imperial Relics in Warhammer 40k have some sort of Warp-induced power in them just by being in carried by great historical figures, those parts of Dragon's suits might still have her 'essence' that I can use [Magos Aetheric] to study her shard, her consciousness, everything. So of course I couldn't refuse. That Dragon suit's value as a research opportunity could not be understated…

…But mostly because this was the AI equivalent of someone selling me Dragon's used panties.

Either reason would have been enough for me to take it off Coil's hands. But both? How can I resist?

For now however, I'll fend off his mercenaries in the expected alternate timeline.

" All units assume battle stations. " I announced before looking at the nude gynoid, "You too, Chloe, so open up."

" No combat protocols available in data-core, master. Requesting combat-oriented doctrina waifer. Current doctrina waifer inserted: {Slutty Maid}. " Chloe reported in a droning voice.

And like an old computer's floppy disk, a thin card-like piece of technology slid out from just below her right shoulder. Hurriedly, I muttered a quick prayer to the machine spirit, took hold of the doctrina wafer and reprogrammed it using my [Magos Designation: Cybertheurgy] before sliding the modified doctrina waifer right back into her chest. Chloe stiffened up as her artificial cortex processed the protocols, databases and APIs within the doctrina waifer. Coil's thirty-six professional mercenaries with their tinkertech equipment weren't going to stand a chance against her now.

" New doctrina waifer inserted: {Slutty Turret-Defence-System}. '' the blonde gynoid relayed in Binharic Cant. I didn't have the time for a full reprogram, so a partial one will have to do: Chloe's sexual skills were now several magnitudes less of what it had been- almost as bad as a high-class human courtesan now, but at least, she could shoot off the wings off a swarm of flies.

"Chloe, assume control of the Multi-Laser turrets."

"With pleasure, master." she purred right back with an impish smile on her pink lips, "I'll handle your turret until it runs dry."

"I'm sure you will." I nodded with an indulgent smile as I linked her to the Manufactorum's defence systems. Coil will learn to fear my Slutty Turret-Defence-System.

And with the possible attack handled, it was time to make some purchases to round off my Warhammer tech tree. Readying the incense, I began the customary ritual prayer to the Celestial Forge and the Omnissiah. Possibly my last Warhammer purchases as well- barring any surprises. I had all the blueprints I need in the [Plecian Tome]. What I needed was some flexibility and scalability…

...Especially as a contingency for whatever the Undersiders had planned for me later in the day.

CELESTIAL FORGE

LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER

Black Boxing (Warhammer 40k - Squats) (200CP)

While certain red-robed rats of Mars always trying to get their grubby mechadendrites on your stuff is annoying, messing with them is endlessly entertaining. You can easily tweak your work to be nearly impossible for others to duplicate. If you're feeling particularly spiteful, you can build in some cross-connections so anyone trying will blow themselves up.

A Matter of Scale (Warhammer 40k - Squats) (400CP)

Let others joke about compensating, you know the engineering it takes to make war-machines function. Most devices work best in a narrow range of sizes, too big and they become unwieldy, too small and insufficiently powerful for the job. Either way efficiency drops off sharpy. Not for you. You can scale up weapons to level cities and slay Titans, or miniaturise them almost to the point of digi-weapons with no loss of functionality, and can do this for virtually any technology.

Xeno-Archaeologist (Warhammer 40k - Squats) (400CP)

Let the tech-priests wring their hands over tech-heresy, you know that all xenos and archaeotech works on sound physical principles. They worked before, and can be made to work again. You are a master of figuring out and reverse engineering technology, taking less than a tenth the time it would take a Guild workshop, and about a millionth the time it would take the AdMech.

END LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER

End-Node User Points Balance: 300 CP

500 CP now spent in Warhammer 40k - Squats

End-Node User may now obtain Libraries which are not Warhammer 40k - Squats

(Minutes later) [Coil's Underground Base]

"Return to base, Echo Team. We're done here." Coil grumbled into his burner phone as he closed the unmitigated disaster that was the other timeline.

"Confirm exfiltration, sir?" The team leader of Echo team clarified back, "We can verify that Magos is vulnerable and his current expanding of his base leaves it wide open. Echo, Charlie, and Foxtrot Teams report all clear and our tinkertech gear are green to go. We can capture him, sir."

"No, you can not." Coil corrected with an annoyed tone. "Magos isn't vulnerable and his base is the farthest thing from undefended. Your orders are to exfil, Echo Team."

"Understood, sir." Echo Team's team lead reluctantly complied, and Coil sighed.

In the other timeline, he had given the order to attack, and all three teams of twelve men each were immediately slaughtered in the span of three seconds. Their Tinkertech armour proved too fragile as they were vaporised into a red mist by a storm of high-powered laser turrets. And then there were the unfortunate few who would be captured by horrifying 'servitors' that worked inside Magos' workshop. The disturbingly uncanny bionic mannequins had dragged his screaming men into Magos' workshop- the strange mechanical chanting reaching a crescendo before Coil slammed that timeline close.

Some days, he just wanted to tear his hair out screaming, or curl up sobbing in the shower with a pint of ice cream. And with his power to split the timeline, he could certainly do both at the same time. But right now, he just wanted someone to blame for his current predicament.

Tapping at his keyboard, he checked the now brief, week-old message that pushed him down this path.

Find out everything you can about Magos, use the usual channels to send your reports and we will consider your favour to be repaid. And before you ask, your favour is repaid when we say it's repaid.

[Coil]

It had taken him years to pay back the first half of his debt to Cauldron, and yet now here he was again for how many years more: Under their thumb and banging his head against the solid concrete wall that was Magos and his indecipherable insanity.

How had this unstable Tinker even attracted the attention of Cauldron?

Bah, he supposed that the reason was immaterial at the moment: He had nothing worthwhile to report to Cauldron. Having his pet thinker, Tattletale, dig around for Magos' civilian records turned up with nothing. Raiding Magos' unguarded delivery trucks only confirmed that Magos certainly doesn't sell tinkertech. And now, directly assaulting his base told him what was already common sense: that a Tinker would construct defences for his workshop. The most he could do right now is confirm what his PRT Threat Assessment file contained. He'll send his very brief report tomorrow…

Then he realised something and Coil couldn't keep the relieved smile off his face.

With the daily grind over, it was time to move on to the best part of his day. Coil took out his tablet and fired up one of Magos' games. The irony of using Magos' product to unwind after trying and failing to torture him for information wasn't lost to Coil. But at this point, he didn't care.

Coil didn't care, because he had her.

She was someone who didn't judge, who held no ulterior motives, who carried no ambition apart from wanting to be with him forever. And on the screen of his tablet stood a pre-teen girl- rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her long blonde hair- adorned by a orange-and-black headdress- flowed gracefully to her knees. A floofy black blouse and equally floofy shorts rested on her skinny frame. Brilliant blue eyes like the clearest blue sky widened in recognition as they rested on him, and a gentle happy smile on her lips.

"= Thank you for working so hard every day, Master. ="

"Abigail, my darling..." He breathed as a tremor of happiness washed over his body, and his heart grew three sizes larger at the sight of her.

Abigail Williams. Supposedly based on a historical child that precipitated the Salem witch trials. But he was certain that no mortal child that could have existed in history could match her prettiness. However, historical accuracy didn't matter to him, because she felt real to him. Even though her voice lines were limited, the image of Abigail in his screen blinked and yawned and smiled like a normal girl- his heart skipping a beat each time. And knowing Magos' promise of regular updates of content for his games, it will only get better. Abigail will only get better, more responsive, more affectionate, and more…

Ahem.

Dropping into the game, he assumed control of her. Just watching her hair flutter in the breeze and the ruffles of soft clothes bouncing as she ran over grassy hills and cobblestone streets of Monstadt was a treat. A warm sun overhead as he listened to her hum softly. And also…

"= Hah, Uh! Hah, Uuh! ="

The sounds that she makes when she's climbing terrain did things to him. And the less said about what gliding around does to her blouse, the better. He shifted in his seat to adjust the lower part of his costume. Abigail was more than worth the measly $1200 that he had to spend pulling for her. Let others satisfy their maternal complexes with their Minamoto no Raikous, and their Ningguangs… he will enjoy the purity and innocence of a girl like Abigail…

…Magos was a creative genius. He can only hope that Cauldron will leave him able to continue his work.

Then his smartphone rang, and Coil groaned. Can't a man play Fate Impact in peace?

"Boss?" Tattletale's voice greeted him just as he brought it up to his ear.

"What?" He bit back, letting the annoyance seep into his voice at being interrupted like this.

"Firstly, ew." Tattletale gagged- her power likely already picking up his arousal, "But more importantly, we're ready to support Brian on his mission. Just letting you know in case you…"

"No, I already gave you all the support that I can afford." He refused, "However, do inform me of the results."

Not that he was expecting it. Tattletale's plan was not a bad one by any means, but it still hinged on Grue's ability which Coil held considerable doubts about. The young Breaker was still very much a rookie to a villain's line of work, and he may not have neither the skill nor stomach for this sort of work. However, the mission was low-risk, high-reward. Grue was in little to no danger from Magos, and was not a flight-risk thanks to his sister being convenient leverage. Coil had everything to gain and almost nothing to lose. But even if the seduction mission failed, the sale of Dragon's suit will be a notable windfall for him. Magos just couldn't resist.

"I don't suppose I can convince you to help us out with your powers on this one?" Tattletale hesitantly asked, and he didn't even need to say anything before she figured it out. "Fine… we'll do it on our own."

And with a click, the call was done. Coil had better uses for his power after all, like handling the mercenaries that he had just called off. 36 men in tinkertech armour who needed to be paid for essentially standing around for a few hours while their alternate selves were thrown to the meat grinder of Magos' defences. Having a single one of them run with the tinkertech that he had bought would be very undesirable. At this point, he'd rather use his power to collect the better drops and loot in Fate Impact.

"= The wind feels good up here, Master. ="

And his heart skipped a beat again. He hoped Tattletale's plans would work though. If Coil gained leverage on the tinker, he could press him to make voicelines, cosmetics, and story content for Abigail.

And skimpier outfits. Can't forget that.

(Later that Evening) [Magos' Manufactorum]

A semi-truck with a full 40-footer container on its rear found its way into the construction site of my manufactorum's expansion.

A quick scan using my manufactorum's omniscopes and auger array told me that there indeed was a disassembled Dragon Suit in the rear of the truck. One that was identified to have fallen in a battle against the Leviathan a year ago. The chance of it having been 'worn' by Dragon just increased three-fold! I can almost smell it. Of course, AIs didn't leave smells, but the principle of it remains the same: This was the closest thing an AI's used panties, and I must have it!

The semi-truck parked some ways in front of me. And out of the caboose, the four Undersiders disembarked in their usual cape costumes. Tattletale in her purple and black catsuit, Regent in his renaissance-era clothing, Bitch in her furred-jacket and dog mask, and Grue in his black biker leathers and… tight leather pants? It was so tight that it practically showed off his bulge. Was this his canon costume? Like a stereotypical gay biker in a porno?

"Sorry that we're late, Magos." Tattletale grinned as they stopped just in front of the truck. "Traffic was killer."

"Good evening, Tattletale. The traffic is understandable… Do you have it?" My modulated voice greeted them with a mechanical nod. I was resolved to give her as little information as possible, especially my Logis Acceleritas- that was an ace in the hole worth hiding. For that reason, I took measures to control my body's micro-movements. The ensuing frown from her told me what my Logis Acceleritas needed to know.

Tattletale does not have perfect control over expression and body language… Weak against her own power or similar analogues like my Logis Acceleritas.

Knows that my body language is deliberately muted…

… best way to mislead her is for my control to 'accidentally' slip during times of high emotion.

Grue seemed to gather himself before stepping forwards.

"You're dealing with me, Magos." His deep voice rumbled slightly with a small flex of his power- black smoke streaming slightly from the vents of his skull-shaped biker helmet. It certainly would have been intimidating if he didn't choose tonight to go for his tight leather pants.

"Very well." I acknowledged- turning my attention towards him, "Grue, do you have it?"

"Yes, we do. Give us a second."

He turned his head towards Bitch and Tattletale. The two girls going back to the caboose to pull out some things. The muscular girl carried a small folding table over to us while Tattletale followed suit with a suitcase in her hands…

"Woah!" the blonde yelped as she tripped over a rock and sent the suitcase flying to land right at Grue's feet.

"Sorry about my clumsy teammate." the darkness-cape apologised to me before going to pick up the fallen suitcase himself, bending slightly at the waist so that his ass pointed straight at me.

And I couldn't help but stare.

Not at Grue's revolting leather-coated protein-based posterior, of course, I had x-ray vision to see past his meat-body and straight at the real prize. With [Xeno-Archaeologist, I knew enough to recognise that chunk of tech sitting in the briefcase: one of those bioelectric interfaces that is near to the centre of Dragon's suit. In other words, this was the part that was pressed right against her… 'core.' I can't wait to get a hold of that particular piece. It almost made me wish I had olfactory sensors just so that I can sniff at it… Almost. Damn that sexy AI.

Now if only Grue would step out of the way so that I can get better resolution, that would be great.

'Yeah, squeeze those buns together just like you practice, Brian!' Lisa cheered in her head as she tried not to grin. Brian was doing a great job waving his ass in Magos' face.

Magos' body language muted from extensive cybernetics, but doesn't hide stronger emotion.

Staring intently at Grue's ass. Mechanical hand twitching, wants to touch. Bad.

Magos suspects or outright believes that Dragon is not actually a woman.

Magos still intensely homosexual. Likely in denial. Uses gynoid and AI as codewords to disguise homoerotic desire from himself.

Regardless…

'Say it!'

…Lisa was right all along.

She actually broke out into a grin at that. She had been unsure about the 'Magos being gay' part from the beginning. Her power wasn't good with intentions and emotions after all. But as the evidence of her initial assessment being right grew and grew, she learned to have a bit more faith in herself and her power.

And it felt good to be proven right.

That settled it in her mind. Regardless of how the rest of the night turns out, it was all worth it now. She had proven her naysayers wrong, and more importantly, herself to be right. The natural order has been restored: She was once again the smartest person in Brockton Bay. Also, on a less important note, their seduction mission was going well and their plan was working perfectly: Brockton Bay's cyborg-tinker couldn't take his eyes off of those buns in tight leather. As he should! She worked hard (at pushing Brian to work hard) to get those buns into shape, and now her efforts were paying off.

All they needed to do now was seal the deal of the Dragon Suit, have Grue pour on the ass- extracting the possibility of a '2nd date' or something from Magos, and everyone can go home happy. Especially her. Because she was right all along.

"Here you go, Magos." Lisa heard Brian say as he placed the briefcase on the table and opened it. "The pieces of Dragon's suit. The rest of it is in the back, but of course, we can't confirm that it's the complete set. However, our client has thrown in the truck as a freebie."

Magos stared at the piece of Dragon's tech- clearly as interested in it as he was with Grue's ass.

"Can your client be convinced to reveal his cape identity at least?" the Tinker asked.

"I'm sorry, but no." Brian responded, taking the opportunity to stand a bit closer to Magos and bring his ass closer to the Tinker's hand… just as Lisa had taught/coerced him to. "Reputation is important to us middle-men. If our client wants this to be a semi-anonymous deal, then the Undersiders will respect those wishes."

Lisa had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. She wanted to just inform Magos anyway as to who their boss was. It was Coil. That fork-tongued bastard. It made her wonder if she could get Magos to get rid of Coil for her.

"Unfortunate, but an admirable business ethic." Magos hummed as he nodded, and Lisa recognised an opening if she ever saw one.

'Come on, Brian. Say it like we practiced.' Lisa coached in her mind, 'Just lean over to Magos and whisper 'I know you were looking- you can squeeze them if you want.' All those hours you spent watching gay porn flicks won't be for nothing!'

"I-I know you were looking- you can squeeze them if you want." Brian stuttered out, and Lisa pumped her fist in her mind.

"What?" Magos spoke out- surprised.

"C'mon, I w-won't mind at all." Brian continued to whisper just like she had trained him to do as follow-up.

"What?" the red-robed Tinker muttered again- this time more expressively. Expressively enough that Lisa picked up on it. And her power exploded in the horrifying realisation that…

…Lisa was wrong all along.

'Shut up!'

"What do you mean you're not gay?!" She yelled in denial at Magos.

"What?! He's not!?" Brian gasped utterly horrified- his intimidatingly muscular form doing a little frightened little hop away from the Tinker.

The same Tinker was clearly conveying frustration through his body language even without Lisa's power telling her.

"Why is everyone so convinced that I am interested in the biological backsides of you gland-goblins?" His modulated voice rumbled as his mechanical hand jabbed an accusatory (and also mechanical) finger at the confused Grue. "I'm already embattled by endless lewd propositions online, now you have started offering them to me in person too?"

"I was only- because you were-" Brian sputtered dumbly before swivelling his head towards her with an angry roar, "LIS- TATTLETALE!"

Eheh, oops? Maybe she shouldn't have pushed and needled Brian too far during his 'preparation' for this mission?

With the heightening tensions provoked by Brian's outburst, Magos into warily powering-up his axe, which caused Brian to pull out his crowbar, which made Bitch call for her four mutant dogs to appear from the treeline, and Regent pulled out his rod (the taser one).

The mission was rapidly spiralling out of control! Of all the many, many reasons that this mission could have gone bad, it was going to go bad over a tragic little misconception of homoeroticism?

But it's not all bad, right? She wasn't in any real danger, this was all just a big misunder-

Brian, highly emotional. Bitch, animalistic and a hair-trigger away from fighting. Regent, will attempt to de-escalate with power but will worsen the situation. Magos, unreadable but likely has tinkertech defences here at his workshop.

Likelihood of death in ensuing crossfire? Moderately high.

…Was this how it was going to end for her? In a mexican standoff between an angry cyborg Tinker tired of gay propositions while ironically sitting on the world's largest and most sought after collection of cape man-ass pics, and an equally angry Gay-for-Pay teammate in skin-tight leather pants who just discovered that the 'pay' part wasn't going to happen because she got things horribly wro- less correct than usual?

"Wait-wait-wait! It was our boss who put everyone up for this!" Lisa yelped- waving both of her hands in front of her in the universal signal for stop.

"Oh yeah? Who is our boss anyway, Tats?" Brian scoffed and she could feel his narrowed eyes glare at her through his tinted helmet's visor. And Lisa didn't even need half a second to think about it before deciding that throwing Coil under the bus seemed to be the best course of action for herself.

"It-"

"!ENeSYXMPrJaKepJuBKxC!" Magos shrieked in some strange techno-gobbledegook language. Like the whines of a supercharged printer and the beeps of malfunctioning computers were mixed together and played in fast forward. It was a jarringly loud sound- enough to make everyone else wince as they and Lisa turned to look at him.

"I must go." The red-robed Tinker whispered as solemn as the grave- pointing a mechanical finger over his shoulder to where a floating holographic screen as large as a wide screen TV appeared. Wordlessly, he turned on his heel and marched back into his workshop- just as the floating holographic screen played a live news broadcast with a headline that made Tattletale's blood run cold in horror.

"BEHEMOTH ATTACKING CINCINNATI, OHIO"

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