“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.Green eyes snapped up to meet Zagam’s full of angry defiance before he wilted with a sigh, “Not this city. Mine… my universe… that one I did control… at least most of,” he sighed deeply and frowned.
“I could send out brain bots and giant mechs. I could cut divots through the city with an orbital laser and devastate everything,” he turned to the man who seemed so focused on war as the only viable option for control, “But what would that get me? Rule over chaos and a city in ruin with now central power or stability. No means of production.”
Rolling his eyes, Syx continued, “I may be a villain but I have no desire to recreate Mad Max. I don’t go for the post-apocalyptic hard on so many people seem to have.”
Remembering the man’s offhanded comment, Syx held up his chin, “And I don’t belong to anyone, they belong to me,” the man may be cute, but there was no way he wanted him to get the wrong impression on that front. Syx in no way trusted him.
“Your City must be all a paradise then, if you have the need to. And trust me. Hell manage war pretty well but also stability. The war brings fear and fear the control. But that’s is out King’s job. We’re more like an unit. one from millions. I still wish to see your mechas…Even if I don’t understand that MadMax? concept? is it a concept, right?” No, he doesnt know much about movies.-
“keep the pride up. I like that” he winks at Syx playfully, until he sees in the distance the Museum.
Syx tipped his head as he contemplated the man next to him, “What you describe sounds like a nation at constant war. War and standing armies drains resources at an alarming rate. It creates a war machine that must always be conquering so as to fill its coffers. An empire that will crumble if it ever loses it’s king or fails to gather the resources to continue to supply its military units,” Syx shook his head as he pushed open the doors of the Museum, “I’m not unfamiliar with war strategy. I just think it’s pointless. It requires too many resources and is far too likely to fail. I take my lessons from history.”
Looking around, Syx slid up to a guest and casually knicked his museum pass. He let the man walk past as the villain browsed the rack of guides. In the line ahead of them the man started cursing his lost ticket to the dismay of his girlfriend.
Pulling one out Syx tapped it with the back of his hand, “Looks like they have an entire Megamind wing, excellent.”
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