This response was sent, from Gregory after he read the message. Finally...A chance to meet with the infamous Delta...
Dear Delta,
Its no trouble, well, at the least not much. And really, I cant say there were very many terribly hurt, thanks to how we work. The physical body is merely a means to express ourselves to the outside world, but by no means are we bound to them. Im sure any and all Mechera merely transferred themselves to our internet systems once they saw what was happening.
As for your wish to meet with us, Im honored by the request. I am, however, a little confused by your words. You mention your new masters...I must ask you, of why you choose to remain bound by a master, instead of being the master of yourself? Ah, but Im sure that we shall discuss many things in our meeting, and that may be among them. Did you have anywhere in mind to meet?
Signed,
Gregory Falzone
Machine King
He read over the letter once, and frowned within the cyberspace of his current body. He didn't remember putting that last line in there, underneath his name. He was sure he'd never called himself the 'Machine King', after all. He deleted it, and sent his message to Delta, shaking his cyber head a few times.
However, the Title, HIS Title, was still there, whether he understood its significance or not...
Dear Delta,
The station should be fine, if you'll give me its coordinates. Would you prefer it if Thel were invited as well? I do believe he might enjoy meeting you.
Signed,
Gregory Falzone
Machine King
Again that line. Odd, perhaps a glitch in the system. He sighed. He supposed, in a sense, that it was true, considering his people were machines, so he simply left it in and sent the message.
Dear Delta,
There is nothing of importance holding me from leaving at the current moment. Therefor, the sooner we meet, all the better.
Signed,
Gregory Falzone
Machine King