"Hello Rex," A polite greeting towards him, from none other than a small, petite but familiar robot of alien origin. Proxima delivers a polite smile. "I hope you have been doing well." @littlest-centaurii
"Proxima!"
Rex seemed to light up when the stardroid arrived. It was good to meet someone else from far beyond the stars-- not to mention, one who also expressed goodwill towards other lifeforms.
"I still try, out here. So that must mean something is still good... and can be found, eventually."
He is weary. Built to last, but in his own way he too emulated the manner of baseline organic lifeforms while commanding prodigious power. It was a balance not meant to be, that flew in the face of animals, folk, and the divine-likes.
"Please, feel free to settle in. This area has been quiet for a while. Been laying low here. You've gotta tell me what you've been up to yourself too. Call it our trade."
