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*Falls daintily from the sky, with only the hint of a splat.*
Hello, Technologica. I am happy to report that this is not an invasion. I am sorry to report that I am a non-technological kind of magical being, who is likely to clumsily annoy murderous robots and whatever other technological traps you may have set for fae folk like myself. I warn you, I have magical defenses, though I am the first to admit that I have not yet performed the spells correctly. They take practice, and when I really need to use one, I'm too busy running, flying away or simply turning invisible (which usually works best) to figure out how to cast it.
I have no merchandise, as I let 
Goblin take care of that sort of thing. But if you have any dew around here, I could use a drink. Tea will do in a pinch, hold the biscuits.
Xenhe Lous and Goblin
Um, Goblin, my friend, you don't suppose that the murderous robots have done away with the residents, do you? And possibly eaten all the biscuits as well?
Xenhe Lous and Goblin
Hm. Might be so. Ought we not befriend the robots, then? They've a reputation for both murder and friendship, it would seem. And just as well, I've always preferred the automatons to the fleshy mortals, anyway...
Being a fleshy mortal myself, I must admit to a preference for beings which will not try to kill me, regardless of exactly how flexible their software is. If this makes me an organicist, so be it.
Are faeries mortal? Are goblins mortal?! Oh dear. This sounds like a question we should to take before the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, respectively.
Regardless, how would you feel about a nice set of metal automatic wings? Think of the efficiency! Think of the heights you could soar! Think of the chrome plating!
I believe faeries are mortal. (After just a little fairy godmother training, it became clear that I might die of boredom.) I believe goblins may theoretically be immortal, but in practice die in combat. (This may explain why you decided to get into another line of work.)
As for "automatic wings", I shudder at the thought of bugs in their programming, and the catastrophic damage they might inflict. The damage that the organic sorts of bugs might inflict when flying at high velocity is not to be laughed off either.
What on earth was my previous line of work, anyway? Goblins have terrible memories. Thieving? Mining? Bogeymanship? Foot soldier in the army of a dark lord? Who can say..?
If goblins are indeed immortal, of course they have terrible memories. I've never seen any exlanation of how immortals can have anything but finite memories.
[math nerd diversion]After all, if you are immortal, at some point there will be more digits in your age than there are atoms in the universe. You would have to have quite a large head to hold all those digits![/math nerd diversion]
That last sentence was ripped off from a (fictional, I think) Zen koan, that went like this.
Zen student [pointing to a large rock]: I think I understand at last! That rock is only in my head!
Zen master: You must have quite a large head to hold such an enormous rock!
Ya know, we've been here for 2½ weeks, with few signs of activity, and no signs of food. There's a holiday coming up, and I think I might have seen some figgy pudding in Ship's fridge. I think I'll see how my Shipmates are doing, and wish them all a Happy Winter Festival, or whatever they celebrate to make the cold bearable. I wish you, Goblin, as well as any regional inhabitants currently in hiding for fear that we might be killer robots, the happiest of Holidays. And I look forward to traveling in the New Year somewhere where the residents are not too frightened of their own tech to say hello to visitors.
You are right, of course!
Bon voyage, techno-people :)
I sometimes ponder how people are so committed to this game. It's both laughable and entertaining.
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