THAT THING SPIKE had become was horrifying. It felt nothing. No pain, no agony,
and it did not feel love.
It was pure hatred.
It felt enjoyment from seeing others suffer. His target was the bot.
This bot was no doubt a very smart one. It had the latest in everything آپ could imagine.
Some would say it was perfect.
The true Spike was no longer a tangible thing. He could not do anything. All he could see was a purple/green blur. What was it?
Spike then realized this was Windy.
Spike thought for a moment thinking things like,
-could she really be dead?
-How could I let this happen?
-Eggman.......
-Storm?...
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