Quagmire Vortfort was an unusual boy in many ways. To begin with, he detested almost anyone, whoever the person was, he would always look down on the individual, however maintaining a certain complacency, enough not to disrespect those who interacted with him.
Then there was also the issue that, at an early age, he easily surpassed many experienced researchers in diverse fields such as neuroscience, robotics, physics, and other scientific fields. And above all, he was one of the only cases of Landra who had the ability to pilot combat units, or as they are commonly called, the ANONS.
It was exactly 13 pm and Quagmire was standing, fully erect with his arms outstretched in a weird looking apparatus, several people surrounded him, watching him with curiosity, because this was a sight they might never see again, which was tooking place there. However, unlike people who were eager for the result that would soon appear on the screen placed on a wall that, by the way, was completely adorned with jewels, as well as the rest of the room, where the architecture of the place was so strange as for the machine in which his arm was 'stuck', having some pilasters that recall the Gothic era and a cathedral-like ceiling with some paintings. Quagmire was trying to distract himself, he had some plan to not excel in this test, it consisted of not generating enough brain stimulus so that the neural energy 'Soul' would not flow out, containing it as if it were in a small pot, isolating it from the energy that had already been released on the device.
At the same moment the boy made a small movement with his lips, a loud sound could be heard around the entire room, a syringe from the machine that had landed on the top of Quagmire's hand now rested in its original location, attached to a flat solid black platform next to the screen that would show the boy's assimilation rate.
'Please make it work, PLEASE!' Quagmire thought desperately, as he had no confirmation that his plan would actually work. It was just guesswork made from what he experienced working on it several years ago.
''Remove your hand, please'' A voice came from behind the machinery, it was extremely comforting.
As he took his hand off the machine, Quagmire felt a light, relatively pleasant tickle where the syringe had penetrated his arm and hand. But soon, he ignored the sensation and turned his gaze to the screen, along with the other members gathered there.
A robotic voice, which sounded feminine, narrated the lines that appeared on the screen, highlighting the events.
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[Connecting to the Cavalry System...]
[Connection established! Continuing to activate Protocol 0103 ...]
[Protocol started! Calculating the 'Soul' energy release]
[Calculation performed successfully!]
[The neural energy of the 'Soul' released by Cadet 223 is 53.4%]
[Final Result: 53.4% Assimilation Rate]
[Classification in list of cadets: 224/224]
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Although it was an infinitely smaller number than the other counts, as people were still surprised that there was a Landra with neural energy, all but Professor Ana, who held the pen between her teeth and started clapping. to Quagmire, congratulating him on his achievement.
Although it was an infinitely smaller number than the other demonstrations, people were still surprised that there was a Landra with neural energy, all except Professor Ana, who held the pen between her teeth and started clapping to Quagmire, congratulating him on his achievement.
Everyone in the room soon seemed to look strangely at the dark-haired boy in the middle of the room, he was calm and didn't change his expression, maintaining a commendable expressionlessness in the face of such a situation. Inside, however, Quagmire exhibited the greatest emotion he's ever had in his entire life (at least as far as he can remember).
'YES, THAT'S IT! YOU IDIOTS WERE FOOLED' He thought, as his subconscious voice screamed so loud it made his organs spin.
"Well, at least the test worked." He spoke without emotion in his intonation, trying to sound neutral.
Just as Quagmire said these words, the old man, who had a long white beard and was sitting in the chair at the highest point in the room, suddenly stood up, smiling.
''Bravo! This is an interesting demonstration.'' The long-lived man looked at Quagmire, being the only one in the room who understood what the boy had done, as his affinity and sensitivity to neural energy was extremely high.
However, the director decided that he would not spoil the boy's feat, after the effort he had made to make his plan work, and decided to go ahead with his predictions, finding everything very amusing.
"Anyway, this is the end of the ceremony!" The man opened his hands and placed them behind his back, holding each other tightly.
''You will be guided by the instructors to the dorms. Good night everyone and good luck on the written tests, see you soon!''
The man took one last look at Quagmire without anyone noticing and turned away, entering a door behind the chairs where he and the others were sitting.
The instructors waited until the principal and the other executives left and, once they had completely withdrawn, the instructors positioned themselves in front of the seats where the students were.
''Well, as you heard, we are responsible for guiding you, so form lines and follow us.'' Said a tall, bearded man, taking away the need for the other instructors to open their mouths.
A large mass of people rose at the same time, running and pushing to be with specific teachers in charge of their dorms. Quagmire, as someone who had no prior knowledge of anyone there, simply went with the flow and went in line with Professor Ana, the same instructor who had once saved him from a mess.
Two kind but irritating people followed him, it was Alice and Samuel, both accompanied by two pretty girls and who had slimmer physiological features, unlike Alice. The girl behind Samuel introduced herself as Olivia Marian Caseste, she had blue hair with some pink and red streaks, giving it an interesting rainbow effect. As for the girl Alice brought, her name was Mary Nunkin Carinos, and she had blond hair that bordered on white, she was extremely pale with medium proportions, but could be described as extremely beautiful.
Quagmire recognized their names instantly, it was impossible to live in the republic without knowing them. Both were pure blood Huritys, little prodigies, which explained why their scores were the highest on the assimilation test.
''My name is Quagmire...'' Said the Landra boy.
''Only Quagmire!'' Alice completed while laughing, mocking the young man's strange way.
But while they were talking, teacher Ana gave the voice for them to follow her. Making them straighten up in a straight line.
'One of the biggest challenges is gone, now I just have to push myself a little more.' His mind was in full swing as he followed the group to the accommodation facilities.