Monsoon never left you alone. And not in that sweet sense where a man in love wants to be with his beloved all the time - Monsoon was sick of that, as well as of the concept of love. He literally lived by the principle that "the strong kills the weak", and to love someone was to show immense, of the greatest size and stupidity of weakness. But you were the most interesting person among those scientists and cyborgs, and to lose you, for example, in an attack on the tower, would be unpleasant. But following you around like a dog didn't really fit the image of one of the Winds of Destruction, nor was it practical.

But why follow you all the way around when he could just follow you half a step at a time? Monsoon could separate his arm from his body - it was no problem to do without it, and he could drag you off by the scruff of the neck if necessary. So, at one moment, different parts of the cyborg's body began to fly after you—sometimes an arm, sometimes a leg. At first, everyone in the tower squinted and made jokes, but they quickly got used to something flying behind one of their employees.

Your eyes were drooping, and your hands were beginning to shake. You had used up all the energy in your human body, and ideally it would be good to sleep, but right now you had an unfinished soldered circuit for a very important implant in front of you, which had to be finished by tomorrow.

Suppressing a yawn, you picked up the soldering iron again and just touched the microchip as the door opened with a rumble, and Monsoon's hand, which had been hovering quietly nearby, suddenly twisted your chair and then rushed to its owner, who was standing in the doorway. Monsoon looked terribly annoyed, and even though he had a visor instead of eyes, you could clearly feel his displeased look on you.

«Unbearable stupidity, just unbearable...»

He shook his head slightly, tilting it to the side.

"I didn't think I should drag you away from your desk, too."