LEOF WULF

Sitting at the opening of a dark and dingy alleyway beside some loose trash, Unit Seven pet his blue glowing biorobotic dog, Beta Nine. His three fingers stroked his companion’s neck while he observed people passing them by. With slow intermediate pulses, Beta Nine’s blue glow was noticeably fading.

The night was still young and filled with a type of grubby stifling air that contained all kinds of unbreathable chemicals. Unit Seven’s tattered gray hoodie wicked away all but the moisture that clung to his slightly corroded metal face. This moisture gathered as several tiny growing droplets upon the sharp edges of his dull metallic chin.

“It’s okay, Beta Nine, we’ll find some spare energy soon.”

He whimpered and looked out towards the busy multicolored neon-lit street.

“Please rest now, don’t use your energy.”

Unit Seven propped up a bright blue neon lit sign that read: Will Work for Energy.

The sign started to fizzle out, but Unit Seven gave it a slight shake and it came back to life.

After a brief time, a group of five neon-punks stopped at the alley’s entrance to stare at them. All wore clothing that glowed neon red at the seams. Half their faces were covered with glowing neon red breathers while some also wore goggles that glowed a deep crimson. Standing there staring, they started to remove several blunt negatron weapons from off their backs. As each person switched theirs on, it shocked the air around the bats with blue white electric life.

Unit Seven asked them, “Please, can you spare any energy?”

Someone from the back of the group laughed and asked with his slurred speech, “What’s… What’s your names you pieces of trash?”

“Unit Seven, and this is my companion, Beta Nine.”

“No, no it’s not,” he said before letting out a chortle. He stepped forward and shook his green glowing spiked hair, propping it up with his free hand after a thick green spike drooped onto his face. “I’m calling you, Uven and Betnine. How about that?”

“Please, no trouble, please.”