Watching the Splicer open the new can as if showing a child, Iota grunted defensively. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t have nimble fingers! His gloves weren’t designed with fine motor skills in mind! He was designed purely for combat and defense
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Subject Iota
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He was one of those antique models that could take off their helmets to eat (and smoke) and were famous for going mad...
She had never met one of them before and wondered what he would look like under his helmet.
/Maybe like a Little Sister but less adorable?.../
