Water You Waiting For? (Open)

Politics. Exon was hardly familiar with the world, yet he already grew a distaste for them. It seemed Earth had elections coming up fairly soon, and that meant campaigns. His ultimate journey to explore the world had brought the flightless Bioandroid to the far West. Far enough that the fertile land had morphed into scorching sand. He probably looked peculiar. What kind of semi-aquatic creature would be caught dead out in an environment like this? Being a creation of pure science, such matters worried him not. Adaptations and specific resistance to temperature and lack of moisture meant Exon was perfectly safe wandering the dunes - albeit extremely bored and unhappy.

'Lucky' for him, there was a village. Exon was curious. The last settlement he'd been to was a city. Large. Imposing. Technologically advanced. Here, the people drew water from a literal trench and lived in adobes instead of capsule homes and apartments. While a part of him was adamant that any time here would prove fruitless in his ultimate search for purpose and evolution, the other part told it to shut up. Exon had kept a low profile on the outskirts. Mistaken for a dune beetle or, at a distance, a stray coyote due to his size.

The chelicerate was content to simply observe from afar... up until the arrival of the pink one. A strange being with a strange smell and an even stranger goal. Exon had watched as they had seemingly made statues from NOTHING, going so far as to imbue them with the power to create water! His pincers clicked, wringing against themselves in temptation. Freshwater sounded like a refreshing treat after days of dry nothing. And maybe... if the people were so quick to accept a holey pink magic man, they wouldn't freak out around him.

Exon approached, garnering a few bewildered stares as villagers backed away instinctively. "Why make the statues also you?" His voice was ephemeral and esoteric, backed by a slight warbling echo and high-pitched tone. Without waiting for an answer, he'd approach one of the water-spewing stone Megis, reaching a hooked limb out to feel the flow of the cool water appreciatively.

"Was getting them water or making sure they remember you more important?" It'd sound almost like an accusation, but Exon was genuinely curious. He could see no logic in making statues in one's image that provided the life-giving gift of water and not having some goal that revolved around selfishness. "It is good water." Content. Satisfied. Moisterized. In his lane. Exon allowed a small stream to trickle down his chelae and across his 'face.' It was fresh water, true, but any was better than none - and Exon was not barred by the mortal limitations of other fish and marine creatures.

"How did you do it? This seems impossible." Magic was not accounted for in Exon's pre-programmed knowledge. It was rare on Earth - and under-researched enough to warrant complete dismissal by many scientific communities. Then came the odd question. "I was born here," Exon answered truthfully. "And you are not human, either. Are YOU allowed to vote?" The chelicerate didn't know. What determined voting rights? Living status and sentience?? "To both, I would presume yes. That makes sense to me." It would be funny to show up to a voting booth like this. It would almost make it worth it. "You ask because you are trying to collect votes. 'Vote for Megis' is what you said."

"I suppose it doesn't." Everyone was happy. So he said. Megis' actions spoke to him - something about houses built on sand. ...Maybe that didn't apply too well to the people of Taola. "Curious." The strange being was one of exchange. Give and take. He would give these people what they need for their support for his ascension to power. "Would you do the same if you were already in charge?" Unknown to Exon, that was the crux of it. It was easy for selfish people to do good when it would expressly benefit them.

"You would not have seen one of me before; I am the only me." Four red dots turned to stare at Megis. Exon would've assumed that his monstrous appearance and unusual features would be more than enough evidence that he was no animal. "I come from the South." The Bioandroid would pause morosely. "I am not sure where in the South." He was more interested in this magic. Again Megis made something. A beverage. Simple yet still stunning. Exon chittered, leaning a little closer. He liked that. Liked magic. It seemed fun. The Majin thought them comparable to crabs and birds and bugs? Well. Maybe bugs... and crabs, but not in the way he thought!

"I am no animal. My name is Exon. I had only approached because I saw the people did not run from you." Then came the brass tacks. Politics. Exon had half a mind to ignore the question and go back to indulging in the advertisement water. "President..." The leader of the Earth. Frustratingly, his creators left out the important tidbit of WHO the President currently was. Did that date him? Perhaps they were unsure the same man would be in power when Exon awoke?

"A vote should go to the smartest, most capable leader who plans to help his home grow." That was the CORRECT answer. Exon was sure of it. "Why do you want to be in charge?"

Exon thought about what would happen if someone like Megis didn't rely on votes to continually stay in charge. Could the people actually oust a powerful being like him once he was entrenched? How much blood, sweat, and tears would THAT cost? "That is interesting... your views are very interesting to listen to, Megis..." They had something in common. "Maybe. The sea feels natural, but so does everything else. Even these dunes. Unpleasant and dry and empty. I can survive. That must have been intentional, somehow." An Earth for everyone. "Do the Earthlings want that?" He asked, a tinge of distant sadness in his warbling voice. "It is their planet. Isn't it?"

Finally, the name of Earth's ruler revealed itself. "Derry." He sounded the name out as if it were a mystery all on its own. "Tell me about Derry. Is he an Earthling? He is the president? You say he does a bad job? How? Why?" Exon's eyes focused, the creature chittering. "You see, I have been... away for a while. There are many things I know about this planet. I do not know about these politics." He would, of course, take everything the Majin said with a pinch of salt. This was Derry's rival that was speaking of him, not a non-biased bystander.