Malcolm might not have noticed, but the person he just asked isn't human. Not even organic. Standing a few feet away from him is a robotic humanoid, made of plastic and metal with an array of wires sticking out and going back under the synthetic skin. A halo of vacuum tubes adorned the robot's head.
The strange being didn't answer the question right away, looking thoughtful for a long moment. Finally he spoke, soft and calm.
"I am. I was taken to this place shortly after my death. You however, I can't be certain. It's possible that everyone here is, but perhaps it's only a few of us that are dead."
Arrival
The strange being didn't answer the question right away, looking thoughtful for a long moment. Finally he spoke, soft and calm.
"I am. I was taken to this place shortly after my death. You however, I can't be certain. It's possible that everyone here is, but perhaps it's only a few of us that are dead."