Golems
Scion and Michael sat at a table, a young lady, with silver hair and white wings at her waist came to the table. She was dressed in waiter's clothes.
"What can I get for both of you?" Her voice carried professionalism and respect.
"We will have a bottle a star nectar," Michael said. The lady nodded and left.
"She is from the Nova race, why is she working here?" Scion asked.
"The city has one of the best universities in the whole solar system, even people from the top races are applying. She is probably one of the students, and is working part-time here." Michael explained.
"Things really changed in five hundred years," Scion said.