One day, he heard a faint tap-tap-tapping from his plant panel, as he lovingly called it. Looking down, his heart skipped a beat if he'd had an organic one.
A little fairy Epigaea peered up at him, smiling widely.
"Good morning, Cron!"
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The Smell of Mint Flowers
General FictionAn almost forgotten nature deity meets the newest example of human-robotic engineering by pure chance. When two very different worlds collide, what will happen?
