Main City. It was where the android had managed to scurry off to in these trying times with warfare on one side of the planet, factions on the other side and a toast in the middle. There wasn’t legitimately a toast in the middle before the bio-android, but Plasma was starving – and that starvation had to be staved off somehow unless it wanted to eat wood.



Plasma remained on the outskirts of the city, planning a route as it sat on the grass overlooking the city with a careful eye. It rested its head on its fist as it began pulling the blades of grass – pondering as to what was the optimal route to bypass any problematic. Raising both of its hands up to its eyes to form ‘binoculars’ Plasma scouted ahead and found the path it had been searching for.



The Library. There were almost no one these days bothering with the giant building that had all sorts of books. Plasma had seen what the people were up to these days, and it was never taught how to read – so that option was out of the window, but it could teach itself with its prime intelligence that its changeling DNA granted it.



Dropping onto all four and suppressing its power level, Plasma crawled vertically down the hill it had been sitting on and hurried off with insane speed. This was its optimal way of travelling since its legs and height were shorter than a kid around the age of twelve. Anyhow, scurrying forward to the entrance of the city, Plasma waddled through the bushes and shrubbery to remain out of sight – something that was decently unnecessary due to its similarity to Changelings, minus the numerous grey dots spread across its skin and the midnight-carapace of pecs it had.



Glancing around as it stood up on both of its back legs, Plasma placed its hands against the surface of the library and crawled upwards onto one of the windows and onto the roof. There – it crawled forward till it found a ventilation shaft and promptly squeezed itself inside with ease to enter the interior of the building. There was quite the ‘bumbling’ noise coming from the vents as Plasma did so due to the banging of its shoulder-pads, but there wasn’t any real harm done!



Finding the hatch that had screws in, Plasma used its elongated sharp nail to unscrew the corks and slid it aside to then drop down into the knowledgeable depths of the library. Here – it would scurry off to the personnel’s area and directly for the fridge housing the employee’s sandwiches. Plasma’s power level jumped for a moment as it utilized its speed, but it was as quickly gone as it had occurred.



Now, it hurried back and sat on one of the chairs in the back and munched on its sandwich before opening one of the books that were on the table upside down for a flavourful read of absolute gibberish as it kept munching on the chicken sandwich. Sure - it wasn't Plasma's sandwich, but it was the alternative it had found to eating people. Something that wasn't entirely socially acceptable these days, but who knew what it would be in the future?

Plasma didn't know of it, nor did it now a whole lot inside of its giant head - simply due to never having encountered something it would require its intellect for. He was less than a year old - and that phrasing 'he' was something it read in a book. He learns something new everyday, and this was one of the words. Besides - Plasma wasn't harming anyone as it remained put on its chair and dangled its tiny legs whilst appearing as a miniature dotted Changeling that had escaped elementary school. Plasma was simply as innocently and blissfully ignorant of the reality that was its biological makeup, but surely it wouldn't come to judgment if anyone passed by.

Plasma munched down on the sandwich once more before turning a page in the upside book about biology and gorillas - something like that. Sliding down from its chair, Plasma walked towards one of the bookshelves as it left the book behind at the table to pick up another. The book this bio-android picked out was something about the different races of the galaxy, specifically Earthling biology. Perhaps by reading this it could learn a bit about itself since it was from this planet? He at least thought he was from here, but who knew - Plasma didn't.

Its little endeavor for figuring out where and what it was came to a disappointing end however as Plasma returned to its chair to open the book and glance at the pictures present. Sighing to himself, Plasma took another bite of his 'borrowed' sandwich as none of the pictures inside of the book were AT ALL similar to whatever he was.

At this point, Plasma was simply looking at the numerous pictures as it ate its sandwich out of sadness.