"To doubt the word of the Mecha gods is to reject the gear within. In order to properly merge, you must believe." - The Mighty Mecha Bible
"That's blasphemy."
"To you maybe. But exactly what about it is wrong?"
He sputtered. "If you believe that, then why do you still have gears?"
"Because they make me strong. But believe me, if there was another way, I'd have them removed in the tic of a cog."
His mouth opened and shut a few times before he exclaimed, "I need to bathe."
Poor Wulff staggered out of the cockpit, shocked but also thinking, finally questioning a doctrine drilled into them at an early age. She'd always found his strict adherence to the Mecha religion baffling. Actually, she was of the opinion that anyone who blindly followed without question was odd. No one ever seeme
