The Purple Wyrm Fantasy Resource

I was having a chat the other day with Fri’gnol-Ma’rtka’al, an elf buddy of mine from the town of “Really Bad Self-Published Fantasy Novel.” He was complaining about aging (damn, he’s only 120!) and how his pointy ears aren’t as erect as they used to be.

I don’t have that problem. If anyone tells you different, they lie.

So, me and Fri’gnol-Ma’rtka’al were talking about modern medicine and advancements in cyber stuff, nanotechnology, robotic doctors… that kinda thing.

He thought it wouldn’t really matter if humans got fixed up with robot parts; they’re pretty much robots already, just complain more, he said. Me? I think some things are better off left alone. Leave the machines to fix the machines is what I say.

The fellas in this picture here are naturally occurring creatures from the planet Zercite-X82. No one is really sure how they breed, but there seems to be a bunch of ‘em, especially in junkyards. They fix stuff… badly for the most part. But they just can’t help trying to fix stuff, or build something new.

“A lot like humans,” says my elfish friend. Yeah. I guess he might have something there.