Cold and metallic[Gaunt]
Jan 30, 2015 17:26:32 GMT -6
Post by Empathy on Jan 30, 2015 17:26:32 GMT -6
From the top of of one of the loading platforms, Princess Drössel surveyed the docks of Jump city. She felt like Simba the lion cub overseeing her future queendom. But that was still decades, if not centuries in the future. Like the previous evenings, the medical robot saw people gathering around. Her royal cape fluttered in the strong pacific wind. Embers lifted into the air wherever groups of homeless clustered. The weather was milder than in metropolis, but Drössel could still see the reason for the fires. At this distance and with the darkness falling on the city, not many of her sensors were very useful. She switched to infrared vision.
The robot turned her head around, scanning the area carefully. Her most unfortunate subjects came in all shapes and sizes. Some were large, larger even than mentor Cyborg. Others were small and skinny. Drössel even noted with some sadness the presence of children in the harsh environment. Alert: hypothermia detected. That made Medic turn her head immediately. Straining her optical devices, she tried to get a better view. There was indeed a human figure, nearly the same color as the surrounding stone. But she couldn't properly see. Her internal core started itching. Poor patient. Drössel needed to help him or her.
And with that, the newly minted Titan jumped down from her perch. As she landed on the cold stone, her electronic mind recalled the last known position of the cold human. He or she can't have moved far. And with that, Drössel von Flügel sprinted in between hangars, in search of cold bodies to help.
The robot turned her head around, scanning the area carefully. Her most unfortunate subjects came in all shapes and sizes. Some were large, larger even than mentor Cyborg. Others were small and skinny. Drössel even noted with some sadness the presence of children in the harsh environment. Alert: hypothermia detected. That made Medic turn her head immediately. Straining her optical devices, she tried to get a better view. There was indeed a human figure, nearly the same color as the surrounding stone. But she couldn't properly see. Her internal core started itching. Poor patient. Drössel needed to help him or her.
And with that, the newly minted Titan jumped down from her perch. As she landed on the cold stone, her electronic mind recalled the last known position of the cold human. He or she can't have moved far. And with that, Drössel von Flügel sprinted in between hangars, in search of cold bodies to help.