First upload to in 10000000 years. I'm much older and my writing has developed, yet I'm still the same nerd. This is currently on AO3, uploading here for a wider platform/audience coverage.

All fleshlings were weak creatures. Soft and easily destructible bodies, unable to channel electricity and their emotions. Pathetic. WX-78 enjoyed watching their daily struggles, he was vastly superior to any of the meat bags. The fleshing classified as Wilson Percival Higgsbury had gathered all of the other disgusting fleshlings to come see a new contraption. This fleshling did so every now and then, WX-78 enjoyed it when it blew up in Wilson's face, that was the only reason WX-78 came to said gathering.

"We should be able to explore further lands with this!" WX-78 stood near the front, keeping his distance from the possible bomb however. Wilson seemed very excited about his new thing, typical fleshling.

"It look like boat! Science man is very clever to make new machine look like boat!" The fleshling with broken English was classified as Wolfgang, a fleshling composed of brawn and nothing more. Even his fleshy strength was flawed, he was only strong without hunger, which meant he ate too much.

"Well… It is a boat… more or less-but it's the matter of safely crossing into the waters over the cliff face. We just need a volunteer to test it. I'd try myself but I'm needed here…" Silence. As if any of the fleshlings would use this dumb meat bag's creation… "I'll give you all the needed materials and the blueprints to get back." Still nothing. "If you don't return within a week or so, someone else will come after you with more supplies."

The small arachnid-human hybrid that classified its self Webber came up to the front of the group holding a spider. "We'll go mister Wilson!"

"No Webber, you should stay with the adults…"

"What if Willow or Wendy or Wes or Miss. Wickerbottom comes?!" Willow scoffed.

"Me, on a wooden boat, in the middle of the ocean? It would be a Viking's funeral."

"Thöu was nöt föcused. Which Viking's funeral are we attending? They must have been a nöble warriör tö have such a nöble funeral!" Wigfrid almost hit Wolfgang with her spear as she thrust her arms out excitedly. WX-78 started drowning out the group's chit-chat. They could be obnoxiously boring at times…

Before long the group had disbanded, Wilson was looking disheartened and Willow was comforting him. Relying on each other for stability, pitiful weak fleshlings. "THAT WAS ANTICLIMACTIC."

"Shut up tin can." Willow turned and snapped at WX-78.

"MOODY AS USUAL."

"Oh fuck off. Don't you have somewhere better to be."

"THE CLIMAX OF MY DAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WILSON'S EXPLOSIVE FAILURE WITH ANOTHER FAILED CONTRAPTION. NOW I AM DISAPPOINTED." Willow screwed up her face and gave WX-78 a gesture with her hand that was considered rude in human society. WX-78 found himself feeling amused, perhaps his time wasn't completely wasted today.

"WX… How would you feel about a week away from everyone else… You'll have everything you need to survive and you'll be able to claim whatever land you find as yours…"

"Wilson, what are you-" Wilson raised his hand to silence Willow. The fleshling was trying to bribe him to use his boat… Perhaps it wasn't the worst idea. He could claim the land and exile any fleshling who entered. Trespassing could be punishable by death. Yes. WX-78 liked this plan.

"FINE. I WILL USE YOUR STUPID BOAT TO STOP YOUR PATHETIC WHINING." WX-78 crossed his arms and Wilson turned to face him.

"Thank you WX…"

"SAVE YOUR WORTHLESS BREATH. THIS IS FOR MY OWN GAIN."

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