Zedora’s steely blues eyes traced the enigmatic flight pattern of the midnight fairy until she drew within appropriate conversation distance. “My people?” She questioned, before realizing this mysterious fairy was referring to the organics. “M’dear Leena, these people are not my people” As she spoke she peeled a light layer of her own flesh revealing the cybernetic structure that lay underneath.
“I, like yourself; am the first of my breed. These organics associate me with them because I look the part, but as you can see I am different” She kept a collected and formal tone, almost as if she had a point to get across to the fairy.
“Soon enough, beings like us will be here, in this world…in bulk. A the organics will be the ones struggling to find their identity. What’s it like where you’re from?”