Thanks for reading! If you have any questions about him just let me know or send an ask]]

“WHAT DO THE W-WHAT TASTE LIKE—HAHAHHAHAHA” Makro starts to laugh hysterically, “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!” He lies, of course, knowing full well that they taste absolutely repulsive. Doesn’t stop him from sticking them in his mouth of course.

CAN CAN WORLD / MAKKERONI

“Clu... is that you?”

Makro was beginning to lose his patience with this insolence. Was the System Administrator starting to lose his head, or what? Scoffing, the scientist shoved the datapad back into Janus’ hands. “Tell Clu to rethink his decision. Or direct him to me yourself, Program.”

Makro pondered the question for a bit, but refused to talk, just looking ahead with a pained expression on his face.

[[HERE THEY ARE...the siblings, Makro and Mykro! Their User, X, created them at the same time so they are coded very similarly! But of course they have their differences that make them unique. They were designed with the purpose to create innovative contraptions to aid Program and User experiences alike. However, The Occupation was upon them. Makro joined Clu willingly, fearing for his life and giving in. His sister, though, was a fighter. Mykro was caught and then repurposed, losing all her memories and personality, making her an emotionless droid. Makro doesn’t mind that much, just happy to spend more time with her and that she wasn’t derezzed. Now, they create and test weapons for The Occupation—Makro designing the weapons and Mykro testing them on unwilling participants. Together, they work as a team.]]