Literature
Ep 3: It ain't easy being Sumo Green
Water Lily inhaled through her beakish mouth and exhaled. Her legs were crossed in a pose of meditation, her scaly green arms rested on her lap as her webbed hands were folded tightly together. She was clad, as always, in her modified sea-green shinobi garb with Ozeki’s black mawashi on top of it, wrapped tight about her waist and groin. “Miss Water Lily?” Lily cracked an eye open sideways. “What do you want, machine?” Jessica Camp, Dr. Camp’s recently created daughter, frowned. “You do not like me.” It was a statement, not a question. “I do not like most beings, human or inorganic.” Lily replied curtly. “Why are you here?” “I wish to see how you are doing.” Jessica then added, casually. “My father does not trust you.” “Your father, like most fathers, thinks he knows best. He doesn’t.” Lily paused. “What do you think about me, o valued artificial daughter? Now that we have shared sweat and oil with the personal tutelage of Lady Ozeki herself.” “Laws of probability says that