“Okay, so, don’t get yourself too hyped up, my home isn’t exactly the best.” I say, walking through the alley ways of the lower parts of the city. “As long as I can get some rest, I’ll be fine.” Dimzel explains, following close behind me. We reach a small gap in a pile of scrap, with cloth hanging over the gap. I push the cloth aside and enter through the gap, Dimzel following close behind me. We enter a dark, open space, and I pull a string, and suddenly, there’s a soft whirring, and lights turn on. Dimzel looks around the broken down store space, filled with small bits of supplies and gasoline canisters. Dimzel looks down at the generator powering the lights and electrical stuff. “Gasoline generators? I haven’t seen these in… years… Gasoline was going out of production around the time I was up and running…” Dimzel says, kneeling down. “Yeah, I found this place, it was full of gasoline jugs, and a few gasoline generators, so I set up here until I could get some money to move to an actual home…” I say, rubbing my arms. “But… I haven’t had a job for awhile… and the gasoline is running low…” I add, sighing. “I see… here…” Dimzel says, grabbing a full jug of gasoline and closing his eyes. His hands begin to glow with green and yellow mist as the jug begins multiplying rapidly, soon the single jug turns into 50 full jugs all around him. Then Dimzel gasps and falls to his knees, panting heavily as the jug falls out of his hands. “Are you alright?” I ask, running over to him. “I’m fine… my core just… isn’t what it used to be… it may have infinite energy but… I don’t have the power to use creation like my creator can…” Dimzel explains, the glowing core in his chest fading and flickering, but soon coming back to light. Dimzel stands up and stretches out. “That should hold you off…” Dimzel says. There’s then a shining light from the other room, and Dimzel follows it, inside is a small TV with an antenna, and a fuzzy screen. Dimzel touches the TV and the screen fixes itself, suddenly lighting up with an advertisement for something called the ‘Grand Grav Prix’. “A race….” Dimzel says, staring at it, his pupils dilating. Then the prize appears. “A GRAND PRIZE OF 10 TRILLION CHIPS!?” Dimzel shouts in shock. “Don’t YOU have a shit ton of chips already?” I ask, cleaning off the oil stains everywhere. “I’ll be real, I don’t have much, my creator wasn’t able to transfer that much, I only had enough for a good polishing, good thing the doctor didn’t charge us, heh, I still got some chips…” Dimzel chuckles. “BUT THIS! THIS IS REAL MONEY! IF WE WIN THIS RACE WE CAN SPLIT IT 5 TRILLION EACH! YOU COULD GET YOUR OWN HOME! AND I COULD… I… I dunno… I could buy some new parts, I’ve been wanting an arm mounted laser rifle.” Dimzel says, rubbing his arms. “Don’t you have that fancy laser sword?” I ask, looking over. “OH! You mean DimRail-Zeta?” Dimzel asks, grabbing the sword’s handle and activating its blue blade. “It’s made in the image of my creator’s sword, the legendary DimRail.” Dimzel says, smiling. “DimRail-Zeta?” I ask, admiring the blade. Dimzel shuts it off and reattaches the blade to his hip. He fixes his torn and tattered cloak, and readjusts his hair. “We need to enter that race!” Dimzel says, smiling brightly. “W-W-WHAT!? I-I CAN’T ENTER THE RACE!” I stutter nervously. “SURE you can, YOU have a BOARD now!” Dimzel says, proudly. “I can’t even RIDE it that well! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO CATCH UP TO YOU!? AND I COULD BARLEY HELP YOU AGAINST THAT DELILAH CHICK! I CAN BARLEY EVEN KEEP THIS PLACE IN PERFECT CONDITION!” I say, annoyed and nervous. “There’s no such thing as perfect…” Dimzel says, coldly, which catches me off guard, his digital eyes narrowed at me, even with no mouth… I can see he’s annoyed. His head then twitches and his face monitor glitches as it turns back to a happy expression. “Here, let’s head out of the city so we can practice.” Dimzel says, grabbing my board and tossing it to me, putting a Hover-Tech board latch onto my back, I don’t even know where he got it, and attaches my board onto my back, grabbing my arm and extending his other arm. A portal opens in front of him and we walk through it. When we exit the other side, we’re in a strange factory surrounded by a forest, hell it’s built into a forest. I look around in awe, this place must’ve not been used in ages, when suddenly, Dimzel grabs the board off my back and grabs his bag, taking out a bunch of Spray-on Hover-Tech paint cans. “First, we need a redesign, you having a board that is colored like a pill capsule with big purple words saying ‘The doctor is in’ won’t exactly fit.” Dimzel says, kneeling down beside it. “But your board is just brown.” I say, pointing at it on his back. “That’s because it’s rusted, my hover-tech boots will be fine since they are part of my body, but my board’s design is loooonnnggg since gone.” Dimzel says, chuckling, spraying new colors on my board. “But… it works perfectly-” I say, but I’m cut off by Dimzel. “There’s no such thing as perfect…” Dimzel says, looking at me coldly, his eyes narrowed at me. Then his face glitches, his head twitches, and he goes back to normal. I look at his leather coat, it’s torn and tattered just like his cape thing, he calls it a cloak, but it’s just a cape that covers his mouth. The coat has patches on it, and has deep pockets, along with burn marks. “Where’d you get that coat?” I ask while he paints. “Oh, y’know… keep sake…” Dimzel says, leaning back up and grabbing my board. “TA-DAAAA!” Dimzel says, showing me the board by holding it up. Its red and blue coloring has become purple and white, and the purple words that say ‘The doctor is in’ have been repainted. Dimzel put an X over ‘doctor’ and under it he painted ‘Glace’, making it ‘The GLACE is in’. I chuckle a bit and grab it. “I love it.” I say, smiling brightly. “PERFECT! Let’s get started!” Dimzel says, grabbing his board and throwing it down on the ground, and just before it hits it, it begins floating. Dimzel jumps onto it and shows me how to stand, so I copy his positioning on my board. I wobble a bit, almost falling off the board, swinging my arms, but I regain my balance. “Let’s start off slow, and when you handle riding, we’ll practice starting line starts.” Dimzel says, using his eyes to smile brightly. “Wait… why not practice that FIRST?” I ask, confused. “Because in a race, you have to run to start, and make sure you time your run so you don’t slam into the electrical shield that stops you from running out early, running and then jumping on your board gets you some damn good speed, so you’ll have to practice riding first so you don’t fall.” Dimzel explains, leaning forward. “Okay, so, to start off, you gotta lean forward, these things use existing motion to move, they have thrusters, but that speed boost is too much for you right now.” Dimzel says, leaning forward, and I copy his motion. “Existing motion?” I ask as we slowly move toward the dip down in front of us. “Well, you have to make the motion, or go down something to MAKE that motion, otherwise the board won't move, they’re called ‘HOVER-tech’ for a reason, they hover, not fly.” Dimzel explains, getting closer to the drop. “Okay, so… brace for the dip.” Dimzel says as we near the edge. Soon we reach it, and start going down the platform, the speed of our boards increasing quickly. I shout as we gain speed while Dimzel cheers. “DIDN’T YOU SAY WE’D NOT BE GOING FAST!?” I ask, shouting over the wind. “NO! I SAID WE WOULDN’T BE DOING SPEED BOOST! LIKE RUNNING ONTO OUR BOARDS OR USING THE BOOST! YOU NEED SPEED TO TRAIN, BUT ADDING TOO MUCH WILL MAKE YOU FALL!” Dimzel laughs. “WON’T I FALL ANYWAYS!?” I ask, tears in my eyes due to the wind. “NOPE! THE BOARDS HAVE A GRAVITY PULL THAT KEEPS YOUR FEET ON THEM! BUT IF YOU USE THE BOOST OR DO A RUNNING START DOWN A HILL LIKE THIS, THAT GRAVITY PULL ISN’T STRONG ENOUGH! AND YOU ARE LEFT TO HOLD ON YOURSELF, BUT RIGHT NOW YOU’RE DOING IT ALL ON YOUR OWN!” Dimzel cheers, spreading his arms out while I cling to my board, holding onto it tightly. “TRUST ME! STAND UP, GLACE!” Dimzel shouts as we continue going down, deeper into the facility. I look around nervously, and soon I sigh, standing up slowly, nearly slipping as my board wobbles under my feet. I manage to regain my balance and stand up straight, extending out my arms and feeling the wind blow around me, through my hair, against my body, in my eyes, EVERYTHING. It’s… “AMAZING!!!” I shout, laughing joyfully. “SEE!? ISN’T THIS AMAZING!?” Dimzel laughs, looking forward. “HEY! A TURN’S COMIN’ UP! TIME TO LEARN HOW TO DRIFT! YOU SEE THE PEDAL NEAR THE BACK OF YOUR BOARD!?” Dimzel shouts, looking back. I look back and nod. “WHEN WE TURN, STEP ON IT AND TURN TO THE LEFT AND LET OFF THE PEDAL ON MY COMMAND!” Dimzel shouts, getting ready to step. “NOW!” Dimzel shouts as we reach the turn. I press down on the pedal and turn left, my board’s energy pulses shifting and pushing me to turn. I turn tightly, which seems to gain traction and charge in some way. My board leans back as I turn too, letting off electrical sparks, but then Dimzel shouts. “LET OFF THE PEDAL NOW!” Dimzel shouts and we both do, and suddenly, all that charge I built up lets loose, causing us to be launched forward through a tunnel. We ride through the tunnel, only light up by the occasional light inside the roof of it, some of the lights broken and flickering. Soon we come out the other side and find ourselves inside the factory, it’s overgrown by the forest they built inside of and filled with rubble, metal, and stone. “Okay lets come to a stop.” Dimzel says, sliding to a halt and I zoom right past him, looking around for the stop pedal or something, and slamming right into a pile of coal. Dimzel runs over and pulls me out, laughing to himself. “Sorry, I should’ve taught you how to stop, when you want to stop you step hard on the very back of your board, when the sensors detect the push back it knows to slow to a stop.” Dimzel explains, dusting the coal powder off me. I re-poof my hair and get as much coal out of it as I can, but my jungle is far too tangled to do anything about it. “Have you not… brushed your hair?” Dimzel asks, tilting his head. “No, the only brush I own is a tooth brush and a broom, I just deal with my hair.” I explain, trying to keep it out of my face. “Would you like your hair shorter?” Dimzel asks, his fingers transforming into various barber tools. “I would actually.” I chuckle and Dimzel smiles with his eyes, and grabs a random block of granite that just so happened to be in this factory and sets it down for me to sit on. “How did you… pick that up?” I ask, confused. “I’m a machine made by god himself, is that question really required?” Dimzel chuckles. I nod and sit down. Dimzel grabs a mirror from his bag, and tosses it in front of me, not at me, but over me. The mirror begins floating in front of me and he begins cutting my hair. “How do you even know how to do this? You have the powers of the god of creation…” I begin speaking. “And Destruction.” Dimzel adds, still cutting. “Yeah, that too… wait what?” I ask, confused. “Long story, I’ll explain later, please continue.” Dimzel says, focused on the job at hand. “Well, you can do that, you are designed to REPLACE him too, you’re also a hover-tech MASTER who’s PERFECT at it…” I explain. “There’s no such thing as perfect.” Dimzel says, coldly. “AND you can do the job of a barber, what CAN’T you do?” I ask, chuckling. “Well… I can’t reproduce… though… nor could my creator, yet he had a daughter anyways.” Dimzel says, still cutting. “How did he have a daughter?” I ask. “I… don’t… know… he never told me, which is strange since I am SUPPOSED to have his memories and ideals, free to make my own choices, but the knowledge necessary to make that choice as soon as I wished.” Dimzel explains. “Yet for some reason, all of his memories, and some of my own are gone… anything of his life I know is just something he told me that I just happened to remember.” Dimzel explains. “Seems your story is incomplete.” I say. “Yeah…” Dimzel says, sadly. “HEY! You’re DONE!” He shouts, suddenly shifting to a happier mood. He then adjusts the mirror once more so I can see again and shows me my hair. MY hair is no longer poofy and long like my mom’s, it’s now shorter, and messy, but not as tangled. “I like it.” I say, smiling brightly. “PERFECT!” Dimzel says, his hands turning back to normal as he grabs the mirror and pockets it in his bag. “Now, let’s practice on some more riding, we need to get your body more familiar with the idea of going at high speeds like that, like being able to handle those winds, keep your feet on the board when the gravity pull won’t, and keep your mind aware and ready for quick reaction times.” Dimzel explains, hopping on his board. “What about hover-tech boots?” I ask, pointing at his legs, his boots still contained inside them. “Those are a bit more different than using the boards, boots require more balance and holding your weight, you’re basically roller skating on air, which is hard since you don’t have traction.” Dimzel explains, running his hands through his hair. “I mean… the running isn’t what gets you speed, it’s the momentum you get from getting a running start, going downhill, or using the boost, the running you do while using them is meant to keep your balance up.” Dimzel explains. “Sooooo I’m stuck with a board?” I ask, nervously getting on my board. “Yup, PLUS we don’t OWN a second pair of those boots, and MY pair are built into me, those things are pricey.” Dimzel explains, getting ready to start. “LAAAAAMMMEEEE.” I groan, jokingly. Dimzel chuckles and we get started, kicking off and riding around the area at a steady pace. We do laps around this open area of the factory, keeping things slow so we can avoid either of us falling off, mainly me… yet I still find a way to fall off, over… and over… and over… and over again. Eventually I fall into more coal and Dimzel has to pull me out. “DAMMIT!” I shout, getting out of the pile, my voice echoing through the abandoned facility. “Hey, it’s okay, we’ll keep trying.” Dimzel explains, a nervous expression on his face, close to a smile, but with no mouth. “THAT’S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! YOU’RE PERFECT AT THIS!” I shout, annoyed. “Glace, there is NO SUCH THING… as perfect…” Dimzel says, sternly. “OH PLEASE! YOU KNOW THAT’S BULLSHIT! YOU ARE LIVING PROOF OF THAT!” I shout. “Glace…” Dimzel says, getting annoyed. “YOU WERE MADE BY GOD! YOU HAVE ALL THESE SKILLS! YOU’RE BUILT PERFECTLY! YOU HAVE THESE POWER! YOU ARE PERFECT AT USING HOVER-TECH OF ALL FORMS!” I say, getting frustrated more and more. “GLACE!!!” Dimzel shouts, furiously. “I am NOT perfect by ANY means! SURE I LOOK PRETTY GOOD AT ALL THIS STUFF! BUT I SUCK! I can BARELY use my powers! I fall FLAT on my face ALLLLL the time, I WAS BUILT with the intent of lasting FOREVER yet I was MADE with materials that can RUST…” Dimzel shouts, pacing back and forth. “AND LOOK!” Dimzel shouts, pulling up his sleeves of his coat, revealing marks all over, dents, bubbled up metal where welding got messed up, cracks on his cyber mark covered body. “MY CREATOR HAD NOOO IDEA WHAT HE WAS DOING WHEN HE MADE ME! HE HAD MADE MACHINES BEFORE… BUT NOTHING LIKE ME!” Dimzel shouts, pulling his sleeve back down. “I am FAR from being PERFECT, Glace, when I SAY there’s ‘no such thing as perfect’...” Dimzel says, stepping closer to me, leaning right up to my face. “I am the LEADING authority on imperfection…” Dimzel says, coldly. His face glitches and his head twitches as he walks back, turning away from me and looking up, extending his arms outward. “BECAUSE… the TRUTH is, Glace…” Dimzel says, his arms falling to his sides. His head turns to face me slightly, his eyes turning into digital scribbles that glow white. “I’m DL’s greatest failure…” Dimzel says, soon turning away and staring at his hand. “I failed my ONE and ONLY objective… keep my -... HIS… family safe…” Dimzel says, sighing. I walk over to him and hug him tightly, and I hear something inside him, almost like a heart beating… his core, it’s a heart. “I failed my creator…” He says, sighing. “You didn’t fail at anything… if that ‘Delilah’ girl we fought against IS that daughter, you may still have a chance, we just have to win that race.” I say, stepping back. Dimzel’s eyes change back to the original blue-purple, and green-yellow glow as before. “You’re right, let’s speed up your training, we’ve got a LOT of work ahead of us.” Dimzel says, proudly. But just as we were about to begin, the roof of the already destroyed factory breaks open as PrimeCorp vehichles float down into the place. “GREAT, THESE guys again…” Dimzel says, donning DimRail Zeta, the blade’s hilt breaks apart as the V shaped base floats above the handle, the handle forming the blade itelf, and the two halves of the V making mini blades. PrimeCorp officers drop down from ropes and aim their rifles at us. Dimzel tosses me a strange blunt metal blade, it’s a taser. Then down drops a woman wearing a big black coat, and suit underneath. She has the PrimeCorp symbol engraved on her officer hat. “Well well well, Dimzel, fancy meeting you here.” She says in a deep sultry voice, she’s got something planned. She looks up, revealing her face and smirks. “Officer Renza?” Dimzel asks, seeming to be in shock. “Buh buh buh, it’s CHIEF Renza now.” The woman says, bowing. “T-THIS IS PERFECT! C’mon, help us out here, we’re trying to enter a race to get some chips so we can do our own things, and I saw Delilah, she’s in this… criminal gang, I want to help her remember me, and I need some upgrades for that, could you help us out?” Dimzel asks, seeming almost hopeful. “Delilah? CRIME GANG?” Chief Renzaasks, soon bursting out in a wicked, regal laugh. “No… you see, there’s been a… misunderstanding, Delilah isn’t IN a gang…” She says snapping her fingers as the smoke around her begins to glow with a faint light, someone’s coming. “She’s simply there to… help me out, so to speak.” Renza says, smugly as the person emerges from the smoke, it’s that Delilah girl, her eyes red, and hair black as night… She isn’t happy. “What?” Dimzel asks, seeming caught off guard. “I… I don’t understand…” Dimzel asks. “What’s there to not understand, IT’S PRIMECORP!” I say, coldly as I step in front of Dimzel, holding out the taser. Renza lets out another wicked laugh, and her lackeys join with her. “You think THAT little thing will hurt ME? When I have the daughter of GOD on my side?” Renza asks, smugly. “I mean, even AS the great grandchild of Gwendalyn Dream, you really don’t have her calm and collected attitude, Glace, tsk tsk.” Renza says, smugly. Dimzel turns to face Glace. “You’re… you’re what?” Dimzel asks, in shock. “THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT! DELILAH IS A HERO! WHY WOULD SHE SIDE WITH YOU CORRUPTED FREAKS!” I shout, furiously. “You see, Delilah here was sooo lost without her father, I took her under my wing, and she was very grateful, in fact, she wss SO grateful, that she offered to pose as a criminal to raise the crime rates and keep the people in need of the PrimeCorps.” Renza explains. “He’s… dead?” Dimzel asks, confused. Delilah looks infuriated by his response. “Oh… you didn’t know?” Renza asks, coyly. “DON’T YOU DARE PLAY DUMB WITH ME, DIMZEL! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL HE’S DEAD! YOU KILLED HIM!” Delilah suddenly shouts, forming crossbow bolts above her head, ready to launch them at Dimzel. “I… I did…?” Dimzel asks, shocked by the revelation. Dimzel falls to his knees, staring at his hands. “Of COURSE you did, you said it yourself…” Renza says, smugly, turning away. She then turns her head to face him, with a wicked grin. “You ARE DL’s GREATEST failure…” Renza says, coldly as her and the rest of her officers leave, leaving Delilah there. I turn to face Delilah. “Gwen would be disappointed in you, y’know that?” I say, coldly. Delilah turns to me, fury in her eyes as I turn away and begin helping Dimzel up. Suddenly Delilah grabs me by the neck and slams me into the wall. “YOU DON’T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT MY FAMILY! ABOUT MY MOTHER!” Delilah shouts. “She wasn’t your MOTHER, not biologically anyways, THAT much I DO know…” I say, coldly, no point in hiding it now. Delilah’s grip tightens as she pushes me harder and harder against the stone wall, cracking it. Then Dimzel dashes over, using his Hover-Tech boots to launch himself up and swing a kick to Delilah’s head, launching her off me and into some coal. “Don’t make me do this, Delilah.” Dimzel says, sliding side to side with his hover-tech. “YOU CHOSE TO DO THIS ON YOUR OWN!” Delilah shouts, dashing at him, brandishing her arm mounted crossbow, firing energy bolt after energy bolt at him. Dimzel refuses to engage, simply dodging each attack and picking up our stuff as he does. “As much as I enjoy a family reunion, we have a race to enter, toodles!” Dimzel says, grabbing me and opening a portal below us that allows us to escape. We drop back out as the portal shuts, landing in my hideout. “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?” I shout, looking around, anxiously. Then Dimzel falls to his knees, seeming utterly broken. “D…Dimzel? Are you… okay?” I ask, walking over to him. “I…I killed him… my creator…” Dimzel says, staring at his hands. “What?” I ask, confused. “I KILLED HIM, GLACE! I KILL YOUR GREAT GRANDFATHER AND MY CREATOR!” Dimzel shouts, panicking. “DL’s not my great grandfather.” I say, nervously. “STILL! I KILLED HIM! WHY WOULD I KILL HIM!?” Dimzel shouts in dread and panic. “YOU DIDN’T KILL HIM!” I shout, furiously. “RENZA SAID I DID!” Dimzel shouts. “AND YOU”RE GOING TO TRUST PRIMECORP!?” I shout, furiously, leaving a moment of silence between us. I then sigh and speak up. “Renza is hiding something, and we have to figure out what it is…” I say, grabbing my board. “What do you suggest?” Dimzel asks, seeming utterly broken. “PrimeCorp runs the Grand Grav Prix…” I say, calmly. “I say we beat them at their own game.” I say, turning my head and smirking.

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