The Greatest Mecha-Chapter 66: Burden Of A Mech Designer

Alto found the question a deep one to answer but she was waiting for an answer. "I don’t give up and try again." If Alto was expecting a pat on the back it was clear he was not going to get any.

The professor snorted causing him to deflate, she let out another puff of smoke in the air and said. "You kill your dream, if your dream is killed then it could only get you that far then that’s it’s limit. No use crying or sulking, think up and even bigger dream that surpasses theirs and come back stronger. As a mech designer our limitations are only decided by our mindset and motivations. If you think it’s a burden then maybe you should not be a mech designer."

Alto shuddered slightly, she had given him an awful lot to ponder about and they shook him greatly, Alto always saw the professor as a sage full of wisdom and maybe she was but there was another side to her he had failed to see earlier. She was good hearted and experienced, from the way she spoke it was clear it pained her with every word as it was evident in her demeanor. Alto did not have anything to say, he just stayed silent.

"So what now?" A part of him asked.

"I prepare for this competition I guess." He thought back to himself.

A competition for the best and she wanted him to be part of the top ten, to Alto it seemed like a tough order considering how many young aspiring mech designers went to fancy schools, got scholarships or were apprentices to great or even average mech designers. He understood that she did not want to get involved in her own apprentices training so they would not be boosted by her but he still needed help. If it had not been for the mech designer protocol would he really be relevant, would he have beaten Charles Vans, in a way it felt like cheating but he took the professors words to hearts. Why would he be burdened with the card he had been dealt with by fate, if things had gone as planned and he had needed up as a mech pilot Charles Vans might have been going to the competition but life was anything was fair. If anything, unfairness was life’s way of being fair.

At the moment Alto’s goals were now singular, if he wanted to learn more he would have to dedicate more time into fabrication his first actual mech. Virtual mechs were not real so his experience with them might prove irrelevant in reality. He bowed his head to the professor in respect, from that moment he was announcing his new mindset and hoping no, working towards his skills achieving that said goal. "Thank you for the opportunity, I promise I will take the top ten spot. No, I’ll be number one."

The professor continued to smoke her cigar and say nothing more. His words seemed like firing a gun with no bullets inside, like empty words now. The world revolved around actions being words not the other way round so maybe he could achieve top hundred but top ten would be a great fear even at the rate he was growing at. But who was she to spoil his fun, his arrogance reminded her of a certain someone and that made her heart beat faster.

She gave him a nod and then walked away, "Don’t push your self too much kid."

Alto smiled, not because of the compliment but because that had to be the fourth or fifth time she had called him kid instead of the occasional measel. Alto was still overwhelmed by how the day had started, he approached Eleven where he tinkered with the parts of a mech arm and sat opposite him. "That was a lot to take in, do you think Charles Vans will recover from this anytime soon."

Eleven said coldly without looking up from his desk, "That egotistical maniac, I doubt it, I can literally smell his bloodlust from here."

Alto raised an eyebrow, there Eleven was back to his old self. When was he ever a new self, Alto took not if that and continued. "What’s the competition and have you ever been to one before?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Eleven shook his head and said. "No, I am not permitted to leave these grounds. But I hear it’s massive, you could watch the feeds I guess."

Alto nodded, he then turned his attention to the arm Eleven was working on, it looked damaged, scars and cute in them. Now that he thought about it, it was common for them to fix such damaged mechs all day but if the planet never went to war hiw did they get damaged in the first place.

Alto tried hid luck and initiated the mech designers eye to look at the mech arm sure it brought out some faults in the already damaged mech. It also identified some light cuts on the mech that did not seem human but a bit more claw like, due to the strength of the metal the marks were less evident to the naked eye. His eye also labeled some strange substance caught between a small crevice on the mech. Alto reached out his hand to it pretending to touch the mech, Eleven scowled at him but Alto smiled and apologised.

He looked at his hands to see what appeared to be red sand, almost crimson in colour. It was easy to tell it was sand but nowhere on the planet had red sand. More pieces of some intricate puzzle formed in his mind, what were the mech division really up to at the moment. He was curious to find out, "This mech got bashed pretty good, what happened to it." He expected Eleven to give him a hint at the least but he responded rather rudely.

"Ain’t it obvious, it got bashed pretty good." And it was then evident that Eleven either was in on it and did not want to tell him or he was just being sarcastic. And Eleven was anything but sarcastic.

"Something is going on and I’ll find out what", Alto thought to himself. But first he had some work to do familiarising himself with the hardcopy version of the tools he used in the game just for good measure. While he did this somewhere far on another planet someone was about to purchase a mech from "the disciples super mart". The first actual test run of his latest mech the Percival.

Meanwhile in a secret location off the planet the cadets from division #1056 were busy perfecting their skills and piloting the basic mechs. Thought they left without as much as a good bye to their good friend, they knew they would been in the near future. They just had to keep up practicing their skills alone, as best as they could. The friendship they shared was so strong it persevered even under the greasy distance within the vast regions of space. In all their minds they were sure that when next they would meet, it would no longer be the same one mediocre self they were in the past. They would be much, much more.

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