Chapter Description: Zane didn't dream, and he didn't need rest. Why would he sleep? After all, he could be training.
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Zane didn't sleep. He simply shut down into power-saving mode, consciousness still whirring in the background though his external functions ceased. He climbs into bed each night and pulls up the covers, but he doesn't stay that way for long. He shuts down, he talks with Pixal, discussing everything and anything.
But even Pixal has to rest, though she no longer had a body. Every night, when they're out of topics to talk about and they're mentally exhausted because okay even robots get tired of math questions sometimes- though most of their existence and being can be explained by numbers and even an amount of philosophical questions- Pixal shuts down as well, leaving Zane in silence until he decides to shut completely off.
He never does, hasn't since he discovered he was an android. Zane simply relays the command to stop power save mode and goes up on deck, as silently as he can. Though, being an android, it was quite easy.
The wooden shurikens he used for training were too dull. Too... Off. They didn't seem right, so he took it upon himself to switch them out for his metal ones. He repaired the equipment afterwards, though he had to do so early in the morning, when Pixal wouldn't scold him for being up so late. Afterward, there were dents in his hands and dust on his gi. He felt only an echo of pain from the dents, a reminder of what it used to feel like, he presumed. While Pixal yelled at him for doing so and something about it not being an echo, he would just ignore her and fix them the next night, right before he trained. They only felt like splinters, so he treated them like splinters.
Zane didn't dream. He was an android, he didn't have a soul to do so. When he closed his eyes, all he saw was Pixal and binary code.
So he didn't sleep. What was there to sleep for if he didn't need rest, what was there to sleep for if he couldn't head off to dreamland?
He ran those questions through his head once, came to a conclusion that he really didn't need to come to with a calculator, and never ran them through again.
Pixal protested, but in the end, she fell asleep. She dreamed enough for the both of them, having changed her software months before.
'It's amazing dream... you always were special.' If only she knew. His only dreams were the ones the prophecy dictated him to have.
Sometimes, the prophecy was the only thing that lulled him to sleep.
And sometimes, the prophecy was the only thing that kept him from lulling off to sleep and falling on the sword he placed right in front of him, blade up.
