"Heaven? No such thing. When a Siyborgh dies, the body decomposes and their metal parts are recycled. There is no other place. No reward. Just death." - The Agnostic's Guide to the Mecha Bible
The crash left her stunned. Ursy, worried about the smell of smoke, managed to drag Wulff from the wreckage of her ship. It involved much cursing and huffing, alternating between laments over losing her precious ride and panic that she might lose Wulff, too. He'd not so much as twitched since she regained consciousness. Yet even knocked out, he held on to her.
He kept me safe.
And for once, she had nothing disparaging to say or think about it. Because she would have done the same for him.
At least he breathed, if shallowly, his complexion a worrying shade of gray. She found no signs of injury on
