Chapitre 17: Backstory
The process of transferring a conciousness on to an entirely new body is a different manner in both ways either magical or technological means.
"Here have a gander around...well there's nothing to see as there is only scrap and other technological doodads in the place."
"Might take a while to prepare all the necessary equipment to transfer you onto a new body. I still need to observe your peripheral and neuron system if I can finally decide which way is the most suitable for transfer."
Rene then rummaged through his collection of scrap to find some suitable gimmicks and mechatronics to affix the machine needed and to inscribe the proper runes and magical text onto it to make it versatile in both technological and magical ways of crafting.
Synesthesia on the other hand quietly analyzes the place she is currently at as she is still quite uncomfortable that she is still unable to interact the interesting world she was currently residing in.
In the past, she was just a newly manufactured automaton designed to help do light manual labor in the [Information Sector] wherein she was helping sort out files after files both in physica form and virtual form.
She regarded this type of work to be monotonous with the lack of anything to sate her curiousity surrounding her.
When she was born, her intelligence was one of the best in the creation of technological marvel that was both efficient and cost-effective far ahead of what most ordinary of her kind could make.
In such a short time she was promoted to a higher authority and position in the [Production Sector] wherein she could dabble in both the latest marvels and the ancient articles of machinery found in the <Ancient Codex>.
But due to a mistake she had done to sate her curiosity, she was demoted to a relatively low position and was trasferred to the [Information Sector] a place that was the second most suitable based on her current specs, she hated to be there as it lacks color to paint her evercleansing canvas.
In the mean time she was there, while slrtong through files after files in their correct timeline and category. To somewhat reduce her boredom and hunger for discovering new things for her curiosity, while sorting out the files given to her based on her remaining work on quota.
She would read the texts embedded onto it and when she was done she would finally resume her work pf filing it in the correct order.
This type of habit in the workplace is somewhat uncommon as most automatons tend to sort it out quickly to finally resume their ironed out habits back in place.
Her in the other hand tend to do it slowly to the point of sometimes she would pass her deadline by a smidgen.
This didn't stop her until the invasion started, when the [The Lorousts] invaded their planet yet again, she was delighted that her tedious lifestyle has ended and even more that she regained her position as a <Producer-Class> is back.
But happy times tend to fade quickly in dire straits as in the higher-authority commissioned that all non-combat personnel was to be transported to a relatively close safe-world immediately.
Without time to pack her belongings which wasn't much anyways. She only managed to enter the vessel with just the bare necessities which was her beloved <Production Equipment>.
This saferoom didn't last long either as her bad luck continues, the vessel she was currently in was shot down by a mysterious light that both destroyed the vessel's main output of movement and knocked her out unconscious.
Regaining her consciousness she saw what happened. The ship crash landed way out of bounds, far from her soon to be home where she could reorganized her thoughts and start a new life.
Yet here she was way out of nowhere without anyone to accompany her, the vessel's personnel seemingly vanished from existence and she was alone crying for help as she realized that even she was the only survivor of the vessel.
Bad luck continued to follow her everywhere she goes, when the light struck it also vaporized her tendons then the aftermath of the destruction of the engines vibrated throughout the vessel's hull which then broke the ceiling above her.
This buried her under the rubble which her frame couldn't handle, it broke her body even further. Her limbs cracked and soon separated from her, this left her helpless and soon depressed that after hours after hours no one heard her cries.
Until Rene appeared with his musky and ancient aura. She cried for help and he came for her assistance that until held on gunpoint, which then developed to him helping her more than she ever could.
Recovering her line of thought after her untimely trance, she asks "Sir, were you a combatant of some sort before? I can see that you dabble in some crafting but all I see are weapons upon weapons which can tell that you're either a gunsmith or a bladesmith but the armor pieces laying around also makes you an armorsmith."
Rene still lacking materials for some of the core componens of the machine answers her sudden question. "Well, your guess is right that I was some sort of soldier."
"Which role did you partook in sir? You can't be a common footsoldier nor an infantry since you have an uncommon aura surrounding you."
"Well I was a leader of a squad myself, bunch of unruly misfits but well we did the job done despite all the unneccessary stuff happeing in the background that is."
"Sir that doesn't answer my question nearly enough, can you specify more?"
"Curious young lady you are..." Rene smiles wryly.
"I really am!" She giggled.
"Well if your in for a time of a cup of tea then so be it, then afterwards we'll proceed with operation. Hope this will cam you down."
Rene then continues to tell his military past that soon Synesthesia realizes how deep his connection with the militarized life that she can't help doubt how old he was since all she sees was a young man with the aura of a military veteran who survived through battlefields one after the another, suffered defeats and won wars.
"Well that's enough, affixed the machine and is now ready for operation. Sit tight and telax will you?" Rene asks with a grin so wide that he seems both mysterious and devious at the same time.
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