“an automata is a being of mechanical nature. it is not made of flesh and bones, as most of the remnant beings alive in this world, but of metal and gears, hoho!”

Mr. Rabbit was fascinated.

“Whoa! How is this possible? Is this some sort of magic?”

Meryl the Mole chuckled.

“no, i’m not magic. what you see before you is a work purely of mechanica. someone, not me, had to put their hands to work, and use their hylic mind to craft and design my self. the result is me: meryl the mole.”

“And who could be this genius folk? Who is your creator, ma fellow?”

Meryl the Mole’s eyes went cold, before they responded:

“i… i don’t know.”

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