Chapter Thirteen: the VR run.

"life is two things positive, or nagative. Wrong! there is positive, negative, and 'just is' which is not good or bad.
...
...
...
my RAM is full of wierd.
wasn't i supposed to say something relating to the title?"

"USM, shut up"

-U.S.M. (he's an AI)
-Lerosis The Mechanist

carl slept through the night, but the events that lead to him almost dying forever played out again in his mind.

---

-Carl's memory-

he was riding his bicycle along the mountain path, the ground was still slick from the earlier rain.
syrus stuck out from beneath his cap, complaining.
"i just DON'T understand why you always want me undercap"
"one: it's safe, Sy."
"oh yeah? how?"
"if you were on my shoulder, you could fall off."
syrus grunted "not good enough. there are still better ways to do that than undercap."
"well, two: ... i like how it feels." he had blushed
syrus tapped his head "pff, you're some kinda perv."
carl laughed "oh, and AS IF i haven't caught you spying on me, sy!"
"that's different!"
"really, how?"
"because you LET me! i can't do anything to stop you from capping me, but you could stop me spyin' if you really wanted!"
"that... makes sense..."
"so i don't have to ride undercap anymore!?"
"wrong."
"fuuuuuuuck.... hey, why aren't you wearing your glasses?" (AUTHOR NOTE: Carl is short sighted)
"i think i'll be fine."
but he wasn't, he swerved around a corner, hit a pothole, and flew over the handlebars.
as he flew through the air, his cap fell off, and he realised that he'd fall on syrus.
he saw syrus and he reached out
"CARL! HELP!" the little otter screamed, his face full of mortal terror.
carl reached out as far as possible, and grabbed syrus, and cupped him to his chest protectively.
"IV'E GOT YOU, SY!"
carl turned over in the air, so that when he landed, he wouldn't crush his friend.
but it didn't save both of them, carl fell head first toward a tree.
he remembered crashing into the unmerciful bark, dying instantly upon impact as it split his head open.

and then he was in a vast, endless blackness.
he called out to syrus, but it was no use.
he was alone.
forever.

a white light appeared in the distance, ready to envelop him into the afterlife.
this was it.

or so he thought.

that was when a small bead of golden light had formed near to his heart, and he heard a voice, the voice of the human who saved him, beckoning him back, he considered ignoring it, but then he heard the ultimate deal-sealer.

syrus' voice.
syrus's voice, full of fear and pain, pleading, begging him to come back.
he couldn't leave him out there.
he grabbed the bead, and everything faded out.

that was when he began to return, egged on by the human's guiding voice, and the ... feeling ... that syrus was close by.
he had opened his eyes.
and syrus had come to him.

---

carl's eyes snapped open.
he was back in the hospital bed, syrus safely snuggled to his neck, sleeping.
he didn't regret what had happened, even if he'd have been able to save himself, to him, syrus' life was worth more than one hundred of his own.
it was greater than any amount of treasure.
it was the life of the best little otter in the world.
and he loved him.

he placed a paw over syrus and went back to sleep.

-next morning-
carl yawned and opened his eyes.
the breathing apparatus was off, and syrus was sitting on his nose.
"morning, carl"
carl smiled "morning, sy. did you sleep well?"
syrus shook with laughter "considering WHERE i slept, yeah, i did."
"do you think we should drop in on them, y'know, to say thaks?"
syrus rubbed the fur on carl's snout "yeah, sure, carl..."
carl sat up, knocking syrus off his nose, but he caught him in his paw "what's wrong, sy?"
"after what happened yesterday, we're picking up your GLASSES first!" syrus fumed.
carl didn't need any explanation.
"alright.... i understand." carl playfully pouted.

-a few minutes later-
carl walked out of the hospital, syrus atop his head. the little otter hadn't objected to being up there, but that was likely due to the fact that carl wasn't wearing his cap.
syrus took out his phone and dialled their work, and asked if they could take the day off.
the deskworker had heard of the accident the previous day, and allowed it.
"good news, carl, we get to take today off."
"who's covering?"
syrus reclined atop the leopard's head "arnold said he'd take care of it."
carl sighed "okay. guess we better drop in home, first."
carl hailed a cab, and headed to an apartment building on a bustling street.
he payed the driver, and got out, he headed up the stairs to room 882-A.
he unlocked the door, and headed inside.
syrus stretched "it's nice to be home."
carl chuckled, and lifted the little otter from his head, and deposited him on the table.
"okay, sy, can you see 'em anywhere?" carl asked searching for his glasses.
syrus scratched his head "beside the bed?"
carl clicked his fingers and pointed at the otter "right!"
and he walked out of the room.

syrus sighed, if it wasn't for the pesky laws, they'd already be more than 'more than friends' ...
he loved carl, and he knew he loved him back... but Virada didn't support gay marrige between intersize couples, so they could never be as close as they deserved to be.
his life with carl went back to their time in boarding school.

-syrus's memory: heartrow school for excellence, year 2009-
syrus had just finished his physical education class, and was travelling the pathway attatched to the ceiling for the smaller students, when his PDA buzzed.
syrus groaned, he had been getting bullied recently, by one of the larger students, jason quillin, the bear had tortured him since... well, as far back as he could remember.
he took out his PDA and read the message.

"hey squirt.
come to the boys locker room.
NOW.
if you know whats good for you."

syrus groaned, and closed the message.
he had no choice. he headed to the locker - changing room.

the problem was, it wasn't just verbal or physical punishment he gave him.
he abused him... in OTHER ways. ways that made his skin crawl.
jason was gay, so was syrus, but he hated jason, because he took advantage of him.
but... if he didn't do as jason demanded, he would hurt him, he'd broken his arm once just because he refused to give him a paw massage.
jason was a scum-of-the-world bastard who abused his size.

when he arrived, jason was sitting on the bench below him, only in his briefs.
he looked up at him. smiled evilly, and pointed to the elevator.
syrus cried as he decended the elevator.
jason sneered at him.
"ya kept me waitin' squirt."
"i-it's a long walk..."
"be longer without y' legs." he sneered.
syrus cried "just.... get it over with."
jason picked the little otter up, and roughly disrobed him.
then he pulled out his own waistband. "i've gotten tired of massages, this seems more fun."
syrus panicked "no, no, no no no, please no!"
jason began to lower him "no use cryin' for help, squirt."
"you might KILL me!"
"who cares? i'm not worried."
syrus screamed "SOMEBODY HELP!!"
"help ain't comin' squirt."

but then an angry growl resonated through the locker room, and a tall, muscular feline, wearing boxing shorts and a with towel over his shoulders stepped into view "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
jason shook nervously "i-it's fine... h-he wants this..."
syrus screamed again "HELP!"
suddenly the feline was airborne, left hindpaw aimed at jason's head
WHAM the kick connected, with jason's head. blood streamed from the bear's mouth.
"SICK FREAK!" the feline shouted, and hastily grabbed the otter as he fell through the air.
jason crumpled to the ground, knocked out.
syrus panicked, all he could see was blackness, the feline had his paw closed.
syrus fully expected to be crushed; the larger students were in enough trouble as it was, this would set the staff off like a bomb, their social events could be cancelled if this got out... he braced himself for the immense pressure...
but then the paw opened, and he saw the concerned feline's face "are you okay? did he do anything to you?"
syrus trembled in fear "n-not this time.... thanks to y-you."
the big feline looked around and noticed the little uniform, he crounched and picked it up, and handed it to the 'passenger' in his paw.
"here. what do you mean 'this time' ?"
"he..." syrus looked at the KOed bear "...he ... abuses me at least twice a week..."
the feline drew his PDA "i'll report this sick bastard. he'll be expelled for sure."
"b-but what about the staff... they'll explode over this... your class formal might get cancelled..."
he looked down at the otter as he dressed "it's okay... i can't let this freak go unpunished, besides, i don't even have a date."
"oh... okay..."
"and i won't tell anyone that he did this to you, except for the correct staff members... you know, you're pretty handsome."
syrus blushed, looking over his savior's muscular build "th-thank you..."
the feline smiled, and bent a finger towards the otter "i'm carl."
syrus grasped the finger and shook it "Syrus."
carl lifted him to up to eye level. "let's get you out of here."
carl stood up and walked back to his own locker to retrieve his uniform.
"uh... carl, was it?" the little otter asked nervously
"yeah." the leopard replied warmly
"maybe... you can go to your formal after all..."
"i don't catch your meaning. i still don't have a date"
syrus gave him a happy, but nervous look.
carl gasped "oh! i see now..."

-present day: room 882-A of the Requo appartment building-
syrus remembered that shortly after they attended his formal, carl had asked him to be his boyfriend.
he had been the best friend ever, so he had said yes.
"found them!" carl called from the bedroom
"hey... do you remember Quillin?"
"the freak from boarding school? what about him?" carl asked, walking in wearing a pair of red-rimmed sport glasses.
syrus drew his phone, entered a site, and plugged it into a projector, so carl could see.
a newspaper article was displayed, on it, a bear in his late teens stood behind bars. the title read "real life Pedobear jailed" and the subtite read "rapist bear sentenced to life inprisonment"
carl sighed "so even after i kicked him, and he got expelled, he just did it again at the next school?"
"and after that, and after that" syrus groaned.
carl opened the fridge, and withdrew a can of soft drink.
he opened it and drank, and closed the fridge.
"sick bastard. hope he gets some'a 'his own medicine' in there."
syrus smiled at him, and unplugged his phone. "kinda sucks that i had to deal with the WORST to meet the BEST, but i'm not complaining... much"
carl laughed "well, then i guess i'll say that i don't regret what happened yesterday."
syrus' face turned serious "what?"
carl looked at him warmly "i don't regret what happened. i'd gladly give mine up if it meant you could have kept yours"
"and i'll order the worst funeral ever if you leave me too soon!" syrus jokingly threatened
"guess i'd better stick around then, 'eh?"
carl picked the little otter up, and deposited him on his head
"yeah, you better, carl!" syrus laughed
carl looked at his cap, which lay on the couch.
syrus whimpered worriedly "please carl... not again..."
carl headed out the door and locked the apartment. "not today." he said warmly.
he felt syrus's little paws stroke his head "thanks, carl"
"don't mention it, now, let's go meet our new friends."

-minutes later-
all eight of them sat in the bordertown park, well, kevin and carl sat on the seats, while the others stood on the table.
benson was speaking "how... about... a VR run?"
there was a general muttering of 'yes'
khyber put his arm up "i know the perfect place!"
syrus looked at him curiously "aren't VR systems usually booked months in advance?"
khyber smiled sneakily "it helps when you work for the company that makes them.... like, well, ... I DO"
ian nodded "then it's decided, all in favor, say 'Aye' "
everyone said 'aye'
khyber laughed "i'll direct us there..." he looked up at the giants "you'll have to do as i ask when we arrive, okay?"
carl and kevin nodded.

---

the two giants stood before a large warehouse.
because it was only about waist-high to them, it looked like they'd have to crawl inside.
khyber, who stood at kevin's foot, along with the others, walked ahead, and turned to the group "now, you'll do as i say, WHEN i say it. kev' carl, you'll have to watch it when we go inside, the roof's not very high. so... be careful"
kevin knelt down "will there be a lot of people inside?"
"there shouldn't be, but keep an eye out, just in case."
khyber pushed a few buttons on the code-lock, and the doors wound open.
"follow me everyone, you two watch your heads... and everything else..."
kevin and carl crawled inside after the others walked in. the warehouse seemed empty.
"where's...?" carl started, but a static transmission interupted him
[PLEASE STATE AUTHORISATION CODE]
"alpha dynamic donut hole" khyber answered
everyone restrained a laugh.
kyhber groaned in annoyance.
[PLEASE STATE IDENTITY, AND REGISTRATION NUMBER]
"Patrick Peterson Khyber, number #473 Delta"
[STATE REQUEST]
"request to test prototype number #78, titled 'hyper blaster' program"
[REQUEST CONFIRMATION: PROGRAM PROTOTYPE #78: HYPER BLASTER ....YES / NO?]
khyber called "yes"
[INITIALISING... PREPARING SUBSPACE INTERFACE]
the ground opened and everyone fell in.
[...SUBSPACE ACTIVE... RUNNING PROGRAM]

when they landed, they found themselves in a futuristic shipyard, everything glowed.
the group looked at each other, they were all the same size.
khyber sighed "looks like the synch protocol's working."
a light-sign appeared, reading 'HYPER BLASTER' in large digital text.
everyone was suddenly wearing a black trenchcoat, and had a visor over their eyes.
khyber stepped forward "display 'rules' please, AI"
a large, holographic face appeared "certainly sir. in 'HYPER BLASTER' each player is given an array of energy weapons to use, these range from laser blasters, to energy blades, to blast gauntlets. each player starts with three lives and 200 Hit Points. depending on the severity, range, and type of weapon, the damage recieved varies from one hit to another.
when a player loses all their Hit Points, they lose a life, and will respawn in another location. when all three of a player's lives are lost, they are 'out' and will switch to 'ghost' mode. players who are in 'ghost' mode will remain as a 'ghost' until only a single player is left.
this final player is then declared the 'winner'
do all players understand?"
everyone nodded
the AI looked at khyber "allocate player numbers?"
khyber fiddled with a holographic screen, and a number from one to eight appeared on their chests

Khyber:01

Lily:02

Syrus:03

Kevin:04

Ian:05

Benson:06

Amelia:07

Carl:08

"if at any time, a player wishes to surrender, simply call your player number and say 'I QUIT' " the AI informed them.

then the head vanished, and the automated voice counted down as the players scrambled for cover

[5]
[4]
[3]
[2]
[1]
[ZERO]
[BEGIN BATTLE]

kevin and benson had hidden together, planning to team up.
ian rounded the corner, and kevin fired a laser gun at him.
a red '170/200' appeared above ian as it hit, he spun around, but a volley of lasers from the two canines hit him first.
140/200
70/200
benson threw a grenade, it exploded on contact
0/200
PLAYER 05 LOSES LIFE.
the two friends fist-bumped

elsewhere on the digital dock, carl and syrus stood back to back as lily and amelia pointed laser swords at them.
"no use running, boys!" amelia called
lily lunged "girl power!"
but the duo smiled, carl drew dual pistols and fired at amelia rapidly
190/200
170/200
150/200
130/200
110/200
90/200
carl switched to a shotgun and blasted her
0/200
PLAYER 07 LOSES LIFE

syrus hit the ground with an energy gauntlet, producing a hole where lily would land.
she fell, screaming

PLAYER 02 FALLS IN A PIT AND LOSES LIFE.

but then a pair of energy darts hit carl and syrus in the head, and they fell down

PLAYER 01 INSTA-KILLS PLAYERS 03 AND 08 BY WAY OF NEURO-DART
ian respawned behind khyber, but found that he couldn't move. and then shattered like glass.
PLAYER 05 FALLS INTO STASIS TRAP SET BY PLAYER 01, LOSING A LIFE.
the girls respawned above benson and kevin, on a cargo tank, but couldn't see them
"where are they? the map says they're right here...?" lily asked, confused.
unfortunately, the boys below them HAD seen them, and heard them, and fired another volley.
"nothing personal, lil!" benson called
PLAYERS 02 AND 07 LOSE A LIFE
carl and syrus appared behind ian, and set their weapons to 'self destruct'
then they leapt out and grabbed him, but before he could protest...
BOOM!
PLAYERS 03 AND 08 INSTA-KILL PLAYER 05, BY KAMIKAZE.
PLAYER 05 IS NOW OUT.
a ghost of ian floated above the battlefield "ah, crap."

the girls respawned along with syrus and carl, and jumped khyber, hacking into him with energy swords
PLAYER 01 IS GANG-RUSHED AND LOSES LIFE.
but then they noticed a grenade at their feet
syrus groaned "fu-"
BOOOM!!
PLAYERS 02, 03, 07, AND 08 LOSE LIFE
PLAYERS 02, 03, 07, AND 08 ARE OUT.
their ghosts joined ian's
carl laughed "gotta admit, that was a good move."

PLAYERS 01, 04 AND 06 STILL REMAIN
CURRENT SCORE...
01: TWO LIVES
04: THREE LIVES
06: THREE LIVES

from their perch, they could see the canines hiding beneath a crane, and khyber was behind a truck, not far away.

benson tossed a gun out, and a dart tore through it.
"shit. he's outside range." the fox groaned.
"i've got an idea, pincer attack." kevin suggested
"Let's go for it."
they leapt out of cover, kevin went right, benson went left.
they caught khyber by surprise, and as he aimed a dart at kevin, a silver blade pierced him from behind
PLAYER 01 IS PIERCED THROUGH THE HEART AND IS INSTA-KILLED.

khyber respawned behind kevin, he stabbed him with a knife, but missed his vitals.
50/200
kevin screamed at benson "hit us both!"
benson nodded, dropped a grenade, and tried to run, but tripped "DAMMI-!"
BOOM!
PLAYER 01 LOSES LIFE
PLAYER 01 IS OUT.
PLAYER 04 LOSES LIFE.
PLAYER 06 LOSES LIFE.

khyber's ghost joined the rest.

benson and kevin respawned, standing across from each other on water towers.
they pointed shotguns at each other.
"no hard feelings?" benson laughed
kevin shook his head "don't hold it against me when i win, ben!"
instead of firing, benson threw a rock, catching kevin by surprise, and he fell from the tower
10/200
benson aimed at the downed german shepherd with a sniper.
"bye bye" he said mockingly.
BANG! he hit him between the eyes
PLAYER 04 LOSES LIFE.

kevin respawned behind a wall across from where the fox stood.
kevin lined up the shot with a dart he'd picked up earlier... threw it...
and missed horribly.
the dart hit the supports, knocking the tower over, towards him, as benson leapt to safety.
"...fffffffffffffffffffffuck damn it."
and the tower crashed down onto him.
PLAYER 04 LOSES FINAL LIFE.
a fanfare rang out as kevin joined the ghosts
PLAYER 06 WINS!
PLAYER 06 WINS!
benson meerly smiled and said "cool." as he landed safely on the ground.
the AI reappeared "thank you for playing 'HYPER BLASTER' prototype."
and the digital field vanished.
everyone woke up in a glowing room.
back to normal.
khyber stretched "wha'd you guys think?"
carl laughed "you guys are good at that stuff."
ian pouted "...can't believe i died first."
benson smiled at lily "nothing personal."
she hugged him "i know~"
everyone laughed.

---

elsewhere, in the strells (like the alps) a white wolf, wearing a winter jacket, sat in a cafe reading the 'news' section of the daily paper.
a waiter approached with a small fruitcake "yours?"
the wolf put down the paper "yes. many thanks."
the waiter was given a tip, and he walked off.
the wolf bit into the cake, and resumed reading.
a blonde-haired human wearing sunglasses and a white scarf walked up and motioned to the empty seat "may i sit here?"
the wolf swallowed "you may."
the human sat, and smiled at the wolf "you're quite the sneak, aren't you?"
the wolf sighed, and looked up "what do you want? i'm on a day off."
"you like your days off in cold places?" he shivered
he shrugged "i'm a wolf. it's natural."
the human smiled "it's you isn't it, you're the white terro-"
the wolf raised his paws to silence him "SHH!" he panicked "doesn't DAY OFF mean anything to you?" he growled in a hushed voice.
the human clamped his mouth shut.
the wolf sighed "please... i'd like to relax on my day off" he moaned
the human clicked his fingers, and a snowflake formed above them.
the wolf simply sighed "must you?"
the human chuckled "don't worry, i left the ... light... if you understand my meaning..."
the wolf looked up, and took another bite of the fruitcake.
the snowflake drifted away.
"i'm Donnix..." the human offered a hand.
the wolf noticed that donnix wasn't wearing extra clothing, just a longsleeved shirt and track-pants, with gloves and boots, as well as his scarf. he shook his hand "i... used... to be called collin."
"well, collin, you don't have to worry, i'm not with draco anymore."
"good..."
"what's it like... you know... dealing with the transformation?" donnix asked.
'collin' sighed, eating more of the fruitcake before answering "from human to this? or from this to...?"
"the...second one."
"i don't know, or want to find out. once you go through full gliloutation once, it's impossible to become human again."
donnix winced "oh... how'd it feel going from human into a wolf?"
"actually.... pretty good. and the wolf me is faster, stronger..." he looked down sadly "...but i still miss being collin."
donnix stood "let's walk."
'collin' stood and followed him down the street, passing giants as he and donnix used the raised path that reached the waistlines of the passing giants, and as they did, a giant elderly black dog seemed to catch attention at them, and tapped the walkway very carefully. "excuse me..." he held up a photo "have you seen this guy?"
'collin' examined the image, it showed a young black cat sitting in the paws of the dog, an adult feline woman sat next to the young male. all three were smiling.
"the young male feline, right? sorry, can't say i have. why?"
donnix stopped and looked at them as the dog spoke "he's... my son... after his mother broke up with me, i lost contact with him. i just want to see him again." he said, ears drooping.
donnix scoffed "odd, he doesn't look like a freak."
he couldn't place it, but the old canine seemed familiar...
'collin' glared at donnix "what the hell?"
the dog sighed "well, he takes after his mother."
donnix sighed "i'll talk another time..." and walked off.
'colin' sighed "i can see a few canine features here and there." he said, gesturing to the photo "what's your name?"
"Aeon"
"Aeon...you wouldn't be... Aeon Khyber?"
the dog nodded "why?"
"just... pick me up... it's important..."
he did, very carefully.
"Aeon, were you once in the service... of a brown wolf... who wore a red vest... and was OBSESSED with cheesecake?"
Aeon narrowed his gaze "you... you're one of them... aren't you? you're one of the people hunting the Shays... aren't you?"
'collin' nodded "collin bolt, human-turned-wolf, codename: Neowolf, The White Terror Clad In Shadows."
Aeon nodded, and started walking "i see. I was Aeon Khyber, The Duke Of Blades."
'collin' nodded "i know, i know your replacement, Helior, The ... actually, i don't know his title, but his name WAS Andrew tollix..."
Aeon's face lit up "Andrew!? i haven't seen him since i was human..."
"Aeon... i know where your son is."
"y-you do?!"
"Patrick Khyber. yes?"
Aeon nodded "yes!!"
"he's in buki bero / giki kero."
"y-you have to take me to him! please!!"
'collin' held up his paws defensively "now, now, they don't actually know me... so..."
"i don't care! i have to see him! ... what do you mean 'they'?"
"he has friends."
Aeon sighed happily "ah, that's good... good to know..."
'collin' took out his phone and dialled a number "hey, Kierran? i need a jump to..."
'collin' gave kierran the coordinates.
Aeon sighed, Kierran, The Transporter. he remembered him. (so, kierran's still working for him, huh?... i actually miss those days.)
white light flashed, and they found themselves in the forest, outside kevin's house.
"where are we?"
"outside the home of a friend of his, they'll return in a few minutes... you okay waiting?"
Aeon nodded fiercely "if it means seeing my son again... i'll wait as long as i have to."
the elderly canine sat on the steps.
"hey, what was your ability?" 'collin' asked him
"i could manipulate blades; swords, knives, chainsaws, everything from death weapons to shaving razors."
"WOW. all i can do is Ninja stuff..."
"that's nothing to be ashamed of! it's a very amazing skillset!!" Aeon insisted "can you show me something?"
"okay..." 'collin' made a prayer-esque sign, tapped his muzzle, and when he opened his mouth, a stream of fire surged out.
"...hows that?"
Aeon put 'collin' on his knee and clapped "amazing! simply amazing!"
"th-thank you. i know that 'he' found your power even more impressive though."
'collin' smiled up at the old canine "i suppose you know of a lot of the old missions, huh?"
Aeon smiled "indeed young'n, in fact, i was part of the squad who took down Isello Shay, Draco's father."
"please tell me that one, sir!" 'collin' asked.
Aeon chuckled "of course, i wasn't able to tell anyone about those days, but as you're one, i suppose i can."
Aeon retold many of his old missions to the little white wolf, who listened eagerly.
especially when the old dog reached the time he underwent full gliloutation.
the story was rather horrific, as Aeon hadn't exactly played fair with the enemy that time, but he informed his single-person-audience that he didn't kill his team, because he used a quite intelligent plan; he'd had them ride on his back, preventing them from falling underfoot. the little wolf sat in amazement at the idea.
the rest of the time before the group of eight returned was filled by the two agents sharing stories.
eventually... the time drew near...
Patrick Khyber...
Would be...
Reunited...
With his father...
Soon...

*AUTHOR'S NOTICE: in the next chapter, we will learn more about Patrick Khyber, as he is finally reunited with his father, but i have a question for you.
'Collin' (Neowolf) couldn't remember Helior's title, but in the previous chapter, Helior could make things appear by simply waving his hand, i will tell you that Helior's ability is that he can materialise things he imagines, but only to a limit, they must be things that ACTUALLY exist in the real world.
my question is this: what do you think Helior's title is?
is it

Helior The Imagineer

Helior The Mind Artist

Helior The Neural Builder

or

Helior The Mental Constructor

this is just for fun, the prize is only the satisfaction of winning, but please guess your best!!*