Golem's eyes grow wide with wonder. So this is your purpose, it thinks to the bike. This is what you were made for. It's one thing, to be reborn into an age knowing what creatures roam its roads, to have the word motorcycle and automobile. It's another to see a poor, broken machine fixed, and then flare to life. It's quite another to ride with it, to join it in its life and purpose, to be the passenger it bears while the buildings of London blur past. So fast! Golem has only ever been a slow and methodical thing, but it is a different machine. It listens and the motorcycle seems to be speaking its joy aloud in a sputtering tongue. This is what it was made for.
Perhaps -- but this would be strange indeed -- the Golem smiles.
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Date: 2012-08-20 12:00 am (UTC)Perhaps -- but this would be strange indeed -- the Golem smiles.