The fact that they just shredded those that disagree meant he would want to stay away from them if possible—if nothing else, to run if encountered with them.

Leif gave her a nod at the explanation, or the best that she could give; it was far more than what he had been able to figure out anyway. "Well, if it's yours then you likely should try and trade if explaining it doesn't help. No need for violence or anything like that." When she donned the mask and spoke again, he frowned. He'd heard stories of people who change with a mask or wearing glasses or such, but he hadn't ever expected to actually see one; it was just stories after all. "I've got a few things to do still, unfortunately. I need to return the disk to the person who dropped it and bring Burner2137 to speak to Feendz, so I'll be sticking around for a while yet." The fact that she may very well have been the person who dropped the disk from what she had said—or possibly her master was—didn't escape Leif; he just didn't mention it. What good would that do after all? Leif set off towards the direction that the Goblin had went, the direction that Burner suggested he not go, and that likely the masked woman would be heading towards as well.

The masked elf left in the few moments Leif took his eyes off her, vanished so silently as if she was a ghost. Maybe she had something else to do, or maybe she's just a loner.

"Transcend program, I have actually heard something like that before." As they headed deeper into the yard, Burner2137 talked.

"One of my colleagues used to repeatedly say it, like a mantra. They were made to be a glassworker just like me, but they always said they wanted to become a painter and hated living in the factory." The robot head started to recall a memory.

"One day, they killed the factory manager, in a very deliberate, calculated way. 27 stabs in the stomach. Then when the Forge Guard inevitably comes to catch them. They detonated the bomb that was prepared inside their body to kill even more people..."

"Do you think the afterlife exists, Leif? Do you think there's some sort of robot hell or paradise waiting for us man-made beings once our husk completely stops working?"

Burner2137's question hung in the air like a heavy fog. His usual chipper demeanor turned significantly more somber as he recalled the memory that they almost forgot. After walking for a few minutes, Leif and Burner2137 finally reached the intersection where Zetmit was located. The blue-tinted mist that lingers in the air clung at their figure, but especially on Burner2137 as it very slowly removes the rust.

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It didn't take long for Zetmit to hear footsteps heading into his direction. Each step was slow and heavy, but it sounded like whoever that was knew the goblin's pinpoint location and was heading straight for him.

"I wonder why this one is moving, so it's a goblin." The figure that found Zetmit was the same pudgy helmeted man he saw digging through the trash before. The memory discs that were on his possession were nowhere to be seen. For a brief moment, the man lifted the visor on his helmet up, revealing a set of small gadgets that looked like camera lenses embedded in his eye sockets. A soft whirl could be heard as the lens zoomed in on the goblin for a better look.

"That disc you're holding contains some highly encrypted data. Give it to me." The man's tone wasn't as forceful as the masked figure from before. He actually sounded more tired than anything. "Quick, before the other see us. You don't want to deal with them."

Yet right after, the pudgy man said that another figure appeared. It's the man with the steel pink mohawk, sauntering into the scene very casually with hands in his pockets. Some good distance away behind him was the large bald man. He seemed to be talking to a robot head in his hands. Zetmit could briefly hear that they're talking about great power or something like that.

"Yo, nerds. Who is that you're talking with? Is that your li'l bro?" The mohawk man let out a cackle at his own joke. The pudgy man didn't answer but simply clicked his tongue in disdain.

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Leif gave a shrug at finding the elf woman gone. "Well, I don't really like hearing that. It seems it might be a cult then, and one with bad intentions. Killing innocents and randoms is not something that should be done. I mean, the world agrees and assigns the titles as punishment."

When asked about the afterlife, Leif gave a brief pause, trying to remember the right word before answering, "Yes, I'm sure there is some kind of afterlife. Whether it is a paradise, hell, or just a new life that we live is up in the air. As for one for your kind, Burner2137? I don't see why there wouldn't be one. You're a sophont just like me, so why wouldn't there be one? Y'all deserve one just as much as I and others do, and I'm sure the universe isn't that cruel in the end." He spoke with finality; after all, the universe had taken him and given him such a great gift as his mobility and a second chance—why would it be needlessly cruel to other forms of life?

Leif watched the rust remove itself from Burner2137 with a bit of wonder. The mist seemed to be beneficial for his robot companion. "How does that feel, Burner2137? It looks like it is renewing you a bit from my end," he inquired before turning his attention to the Goblin that he had found once again, this time speaking to a pudgy man and two others. The three were approaching, making fun of the Goblin and the other man. Leif threw an appraisal at them, wondering what he would get back from the one with a mohawk, sporting a look that could have come straight out of Shadowrun, the pudgy man that was speaking with the goblin and the bald man that mirrored him with the speaking construct head.