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Sylas had no idea of the consequences that would follow his public display of laughter. As far as he was aware, the people around him hadn’t taken much notice and he was pretty sure that he’d got away with it. Why would anyone think he wasn’t human?
After the death of his creator, he had taken to living what could be considered a normal human lifestyle. To preserve his anonymity, he’d got a job just like humans did – if they were able to. It was manual labour – finding such a job was a rarity in itself – but, having no muscles to get tired, it was very easy work for him. He earned enough credits to rent accommodation and, to the casual bystander, he lived a lifestyle shared by millions of humans. He appeared to all intents and purposes to be just another human being making his way thr
