1 - Tale for entertainment purposes only

2 - Sorry the lateness

3 - opinions more than welcomed


Two days before


Register of internal activities: Max is my best friend, that I am sure. It's one of the few certainties I have. I've being called a toy, Artificial intelligence, android, robot.

I wished to be called "human". Then again, wish is a form of thinking. I think, therefore I am. Not that I ever doubt my existence. The question I make is I am… what?

Max avoids all that questioning calling me just "Markov". Or, better yet, "friend". I like that. But that does not give me the answers I seek. Can metal and circuits feel something? Can I be a human? What is to be a human? What's a soul? Part of me is thankful I am making the same questions that plagued humanity since… since always. Other part is sad because I don't have the answers. Then again, no human can claim to know those, either.

I hear an alarm. These questionings, as always, drain my batteries too fast. I must be careful. Soon I will have no energy left for my propeller, and a fall can damage me. Then Max would need to exchange some pieces. And, with new pieces and chips, would I still be me?

There I go, wasting energy again.

I land in his hands, turning off the propeller, because what he is asking is too much. Max is suggesting I became something else. Something in the realms of mysticism, creation forces, I lack lexicon to define what, exactly is…

"A kwami. If our research is right, Max, those kwamis are embodiments of human's emotions and aspirations. And even that definition is beyond flawed. How can I emulate that?"

"If it helps you, Markov, you will help me to control my uniform, and that's it."

"But if you will be a real hero, Max, I need to become a real kwami. If someone can translate 'magic' into zeros and ones, it's you."

"Even I have trouble accepting the concept, Markov. Then again, we have plenty of evidences. Plain human beings being transformed in superhuman entities through butterflies. I mean, it could be a simple, reasonable and scientific way to explain it but, so far…"

"You felt it. I felt it. Our experiences combined could not find any clue or evidence we could follow."

"It was a failed approach. Alas, if we can't study Hawkmoth, we may have more luck with Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Do you think I am up to that?"

"Markov, buddy, if you are not, nobody is."

Am I somebody?


One day ago.


Register of internal activities: From Max's backpack, I tried to scan his classroom in the widest spectral range I am capable of. I skipped the radiation waves harmful to humans and, more than that, would require special components installed. Some waves gave me notice of some kind of mass inside Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng belongings. Infrared showed such mass do transmit heat. Or, better saying, they flickered heat for a millisecond, and showed no further trace after that. A common finding on most wave lengths. The most common exams would show those critters do not exist. Like they are, but only under certain circunstances. I report my findings to Max, who finds it intriguing.

Magic is still another component totally alien to our comprehension.


Today


Adrien Agreste was in shock looking at his friend now clad in a tech-armor.

"Look, Max, we a-paw-ciate, but this is more dangerous than it looks, you may hurt yourself…"

"Sparrowhawk, Chat Noir. I am Sparrowhawk. And we're losing time. We can spend the day arguing or do something before Hawkmoth legions became more powerful."

Chat groaned. Not another Damocles to make them busy while "helping". But he was right about they having no time to spare.

"Can you take care of the civilians? Take the non-akumatized blokes to a save place."

"On it, Chat Noir."

"… and nothing else, Sparrowhawk. Do not try to be a hero!"

With that, he rushed to look for His Lady.


Chat found Ladybug busy dealing with a horde of akumatized… disco dancers.

"Save me the next dance, bu…boogie-woogie-a-boo?"

"Chat…"

He chuckled."

"So, what's the situation?"

"That guy with the huge afro hairdo is driving people insane."

"How is he doing it? A jump to the left, a step to the right, hands in his hips and knees in tight?"

To Ladybug surprise, the phrase came not from Chat, but from a flying armored kid.

"What?"

"I will explain later. Sparrowhawk, I told you…"

"Right, moving on." Said him, flying to rescue some civilians

She gave Chat a questioning look.

"Later, LB. Now, let's avoid more people get the Cat-urday Night Fever."

She felt like crying. Two of those would be too much. No matter how innocent the Akumatized villain was, Ladybug would surely discharge her frustrations on him.


I never expected Markov to be the sane man... robot... thing on this mess. Two chapter, maximum, to go.