Mercenary Mage

by

ShadowRat

CHAPTER 02 - A MELTINGLY GOOD TIME

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Hey all! Thanks for the reads. This chapter has some serious charting going on. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 2 - A MELTINGLY GOOD TIME

Well … I suppose we could start by not dying?”

“We? What do I even call you anyway?” Reeve prodded. “Its not like you have actually told me anything. I am in a big fortress that’s falling to pieces, on the edge of the world, and there is eternal war all around me. No one knows this place exists except for the few poor bastards that stumble on it and get vaporized. Is that about right?” Reeve huffed.

Uh … yeah. That’s accurate but-“

“No. No buts. You're some artificial construct that has essentially hijacked my mind. You’re a squatter. A mental squatter. In my brain. Fuck. You tricked me into giving you access to what makes me a person after explaining that the thing before you was just going to turn me into some mindless meat puppet.” Reeve sneered,

“And yet you expect me to trust you, so you can turn me into some wanna-be Lord?” he continued harshly before pausing for a moment. “Right. Totally believable. Now, to top off this ridiculous start you prod me forward with statements like, “let’s not die”, or “please survive and find me”. Goading me into courses of action that are beneficial to you without giving me anything to work with.”

The squatter was about to make a comment when Reeve cut it off yet again, “No. I will not trust you. I will not rebuild this place. And I sure as hell will not become a Lord over the ‘look-at-this-shiny-decrepit-pile-of-shit’ fortress until I learn more about what the actual fuck is going on … at this point I would get up and storm away but you’re kinda in my brain.”

“… that’s fair. Also, the storming away is totally understandable. Uh, I don’t really know what to say. You're right. Completely right actually. Ok, I’m going to level with you. I am not artificial. That body in that chair is mine or was. I died. I was the last person alive, as far as I know, on this station. I did something that was … pure blasphemy to my people and uploaded my mind. And then I got trapped when everything shut down.”

“You got scared you were going to die and tried to find a way out of it.” Reeve summarized.

That's … definitely not how it happened! I had a duty to continue … I mean I was the only one left so … yeah ok I was scared. But who would want to die willingly? I mean come on? We had the technology, we had the ability, we had the means! Why condemn everything we had worked so hard for to the void? For our pride and vanity? Our fear of AI? Seriously. Whatever.”

“Gotcha. Young officer, fearing death, performs a rite that is taboo by her people in order to become effectively … immortal? Does that make you some kind of lich? Is my fucking brain you phylactery?!” Reeve began feeling his bead for any odd bumps or protrusions. Phylacteries were normally heavily enchanted objects, so he should be able to feel it …

What is a lich? A phyla-what? What are you doing? Is something wrong with your head?”

Reeve finished the inspection of his head before sighing and plopping down in a nearby, thankfully unoccupied, seat. “How would a lich not know what it was, or even what a phylactery is? I mean, the amount of Mana needed for such a ritual is by no means small. And you would have to do it on purpose. These things don’t happen accidentally … well not very often and never like this.”

Ok, I think there is a serious disconnect here. And it probably has something to do with where you are from. A cultural difference maybe? Ritual? What’s Mana?”

Reeve froze at those last words. What is Mana? “What is Mana?” he repeated aloud. “Mana is everything. It is the building block of reality itself. It permeates and infuses existence. How can you not know what … wait. I haven’t seen any magi-tech here. No enchantments. I haven’t sensed Mana outside of myself. That energy you mentioned, the stuff that killed everyone … is it, Mana?”

Mana … I suppose it could be. We never figured it out before, well, everyone died. A strange powerful and thoroughly fatal energy to anyone who comes into contact with it that isn’t you. I am not sure what you mean by enchanting or magi-tech. This base is powered by several advanced fusion reactors. Same stuff as the stars themselves.”

“The stars? You don’t use magic to power everything? Even my … what did you call them … my nanites?” he got a vague sense of wordless agreement from his mental passenger. “Right, even my nanites recognized my Mana. I apparently have way more than I should and I was able to charge that pistol with a single unit … but if you don’t use magic … what do you use?”

I don’t know anything about magic, aside from children’s shows. Our race used technology and science to discover the secrets of the universe. To power our civilization. To build our wonders. We mimic the natural events around us and then change, convert, and improve upon them to open new fields of study and research.”

“Amazing. A non-magic society built around concepts of the mundane.” He felt more than heard a sense of irritation from his passenger. “By mundane I mean non-magical.” He summoned mage-fyre around his hand. “So I am assuming no one could do this.”

Did you just … create fire from nothing?”

“Yes, I did create fire, mage-fyre to be exact. But not from nothing, no. You can never create something from nothing. That’s not how Existence and Entropy work.” Reeve explained.

“This is what most of the people back from my home would call a spell or magic in layman's terms. I take Mana from the world and use it to power my spells. I am a living converter of Mana. Others are able to embed Mana into objects and power them. That is called magi-tech. Existence is responsible for Mana. Entropy is responsible for the destruction of it when it is used. It’s a circle of propagation for the conservation of energy.”

Fascinating. So while my society was built around science and technology, your society is centered around this Mana?”

“Well yes and no. Before waking up here there were breakthroughs that were making magi-tech more widespread for the citizens, but it was still expensive and was still mostly a Mage or Noble thing. Enchanting and rituals were entirely different though. Enchantments are physical spells inscribed on objects with runes that pull Mana from the surroundings to power themselves.” Reeve said resolutely. He had trained mages in the past. He knew about Mana and its uses.

He continued, “Rituals are … perceived as darker things but are still essentially the same kind of process. People turn themselves into undead such as liches and vampires in pursuit of immortality. Rituals can also summon demons as servants or to fight for you. They can also be used for Grand Workings.”

Your magic sounds every bit as complicated as our science. But far more available.”

“Yeah. Anyone could learn to use even a small bit of it.” Reeve agreed. He sat there in silence with his thoughts. The awkwardness grew until finally, he asked, “So what now. Do you have a name or something? Where do we go from here?”

Ah right. Well, you probably can’t pronounce my name. See the weird characters? That’s the nanites trying to translate, and they just can’t. So, call me Red I guess? Same color as the medal on my uh … corpse. That translates well enough.”

“Alright, Red it is. I am Reeve. Nice to formally meet you.”

The same. As to what we should do, well, your earlier claim was not wrong. I do want something too. I want to be free. The galaxy is … well it's new. Once the Annuvi were gone I am sure the other races went berserk before settling into a new normal. I want to explore that. Besides, there’s plenty out there I don’t know about.”

“That’s fair. Well, I suppose we need a way to travel, and money. I know how to make the money, but I am not so sure about the travel.” Reeve responded. “Any ideas?”

You’ve been awake for about three days and you already know how to make money? I find that difficult to believe.”

“It’s the same in literally any society you are in. There are two guaranteed ways to make money. Commerce, sex, and war. I get fucked on my way to the top. I prefer to do the fucking. No, instead we can make money through war. Something I am exceedingly good at. I was a mercenary, so I am well versed in everything that came with the profession. That includes logistics, and where to get said supplies for logistics. We could raid others, find or make it ourselves, or sell services related to combat or protection. Easy stuff. Everyone needs more firepower.”

Fair. I would contribute but you know, no body. So either option is out for me. I suppose I could supply information?”

“You can help for sure. This is all new to me. I know nothing about your science and technology. Nothing about this new world. Fuck, I don’t even know what a galaxy is, other than we’re going out into it. So the information bit of this is going to be very important. You’re the guide and I drive. Just like a wagon.”

A … wagon. Right. Let’s go with that. Ok, so first step then. We need a ship. You said you saw Orkin right? They got here on a ship. We can take theirs. And since I am with you now, you won’t have to walk back. We can take the tram. The second step is to learn more. You’re a bit of a cave beast right now.”

“Not walking is good, but those assholes were seriously armed. If there are any left…”

Right well, if there are, just roast them with your fire. There is one other option as well.”

“What would that be? Build one of these ships here and charge off into the sunset?” Reeve scoffed.

“… you know you’re very sarcastic, but you always seem to be right or near to right. Are you sure you’re not some technopath? I mean seriously, every time I have thrown an idea or concept at you your thought process has been close enough to have been considered either correct or at least in the general area of correct.”

“At least you didn’t call me stupid or tell me to go fuck myself.:”

Why? Did the AI say that? Was it really that crass?”

Reeve got the mental equivalent of laughter. “I could bore you with our many conversations, but I don’t want you to go insane.”

Your consideration is appreciated, but it’s too late for you. Your brain waves indicate you are a seriously unhinged person.”

“Can you read my mind?” Reeve asked.

No, but brain waves don’t lie. Certain areas of the brain tend to be used for different things. At least for species who have one. Yours puts you right on the border of learned scholar and murderous psychopath.”

“I’m taking that as a compliment. So, about building one of these ships? Why do we need a ship anyway? Is this fortress surrounded by the ocean?” Reeve asked, genuinely curious.

Oh boy. You never left your terrestrial world did you?”

“Of course I did. Planar travel was common. Particularly via a portal. I have also been in many ships, from ocean vessels to military airships.” Reeve retorted. "can't tell you how many things I've killed on other worlds."

Yeah, ok. So you have a small idea of what you’re talking about. Reeve, you need to understand something. Your working knowledge of where you are at now is akin to an infant. A smart, and very dangerous, murderous infant. This fortress is orbiting a world nearly six thousand miles above its surface. We are in a region collectively referred to as space or the area between stars.”

Reeve froze. His mind went into overdrive as he attempted to quantify the information he had just gotten. If there was a place above the world … that meant that the sun was a fixed point. And planets … revolved around them? Perhaps … yes. It had to be.

“There is no Mana here. You said the energy around me was fatal to others and spread, correct?” He reasoned out loud, feeling the agreement from Red. “Oh gods, I’m a walking ley line.”

A what?”

“A ley line. A natural phenomenon that produces Mana. A ley-line generates Mana based on matter intake, by absorbing the material around it and breaking it down into pure energy. In most cases, they are deep in the earth of my world, or worlds similar to it. However, I have heard that some extremely powerful beings are able to generate small amounts of Mana by themselves. Mana is attracted to living beings, it seeks to be used. If your people were not attuned to it…or if I am putting off raw Mana…” Reeve trailed off, closing his eyes.

Then it would naturally be fatal if they attempted to absorb it. Similar to radiation or a poison that someone doesn’t have a tolerance to.”

“I don’t know what radiation is, but the poison analogy is good. Very much like poison. However, if I am generating raw Mana then … oh gods. Raw Mana is lethal to everything. Red, bring up that screen that shows my name.” Reeve said, panicking.

Red did so, and he stared at it.

DESIGNATION: Reeve

RACE: ‘DATA CORRUPTION’

DATA CORRUPTION’

HEALTH STATUS: Healthy

MENTAL STATUS: Disbelief

DATA CORRUPTION’

ARMOR: None

WEAPON: None

MANA: 1,513,820 Units

ENERGY CAPACITY: ‘DATA CORRUPTION’

“I don’t know how the energy conversion works here, but a single unit of my Mana charged this laser weapon,” Reeve said, taking the item out of his pack. “Can you do the math on that?”

Red was silent for some time before she responded.

Yeah. I just did the math on that. Right now you could power a small fleet by yourself. If you’ve been here for three days, you generate around 500,000 units a day. If I convert that to its raw energy equivalent … well it’s a lot. Enough to power a small fleet or city each day.”

Reeve ran his hand over his face. “What if I overload?”

“… well you would definitely die. Yeah, you would die for sure. If it happened now you would take everything with you for about, oh I don’t know, half a million miles in every direction.”

Reeve was quiet for a long time before he asked, “Should I even leave?”

What do you mean? Wasn’t the goal to escape?”

“It was yeah. Up until I learned I could destroy an entire world at any moment.” He responded. “And that data corruption is not encouraging.”

Oh, that? That’s normal. That goes away over time as the nanites adapt to your body's structure. In your case, I have never seen the Mana or Energy Capacity fields before. But the other three are your race, which you will probably have to tell the nanites so they can put it in the field. The other two are your AI level and tier.”

“Ah if I can infer correctly the AI level is broken because you’re not an AI?” Reeve felt Red’s agreement, so he continued, “but I am not sure about the tier. What is that?”

Tier is your race's stage of evolution. It goes from 0 to 100, well so far. Most space-faring races are between 30 and 60. Advanced races can go up to ninety. No one that I know of has seen a race rated at above 98.”

“Alrighty then. Well, I am a Gaian. I suppose my AI status should just be Red. Not sure what is up with a tier rating or whatever. Just have the nanites do their thing and give me a number.”

Fair enough. Let it work for a second … aaaaaaand there we go. Ok, check it … holy shit. I think your nanites may be broken.”

Reeve peaked at his information screen again. He agreed with Red. If what she said was true, there was no way his tier could be that high.

DESIGNATION: Reeve

RACE: Gaian

AI Level: Red

HEALTH STATUS: Healthy

MENTAL STATUS: Disbelief

Race Tier: 244

ARMOR: None

WEAPON: None

MANA: 1,513,820 Units

ENERGY CAPACITY: ‘DATA CORRUPTION’

He thought for a moment before responding. “Sure then. Ok. Whatever. I’m alive. You’re… kind of alive. Living vicariously through me? Again, whatever. We’re here. Forget the dumb tier level. Let’s survive. Back to leaving, I don’t think it’s a good idea. What if we go to some shining beacon of civilization and I explode? Boom. Everyone dies. Really going to need to find out if that capacity section of the screen is how much I can hold or whatever.”

Learning more would be good, and as frustrating as that is, you have a good point. So what then?”

“Well, let’s go back to the whole ‘Lord of The Broken Military Base at the End of Existence’ idea. Maybe we can find a solution after we fix this place up a bit? Something that will let me travel?. I mean, worst case scenario I blow up in a few days. IN which case neither of us has to worry about anything else.”

Joy. I’m strapped to a ticking time bomb. Well, I guess if I want to survive we should get a move on. If you are deciding to stay, for now, you need to make at least the core of this station livable. This Command Center lets you control various parts of the station from one location. However, most of the base has fallen into disrepair of the many centuries it’s been unoccupied. I would recommend seeing what drones are available and what the status is on life support and supplies.”

“Ok. Sounds reasonable. How do I do that?” Reeve questioned.

So that big workstation with my old body at it? Yeah, just kind of … push it onto the floor. It doesn’t serve much purpose right now. Then place your palm on the screen and say, ‘Initiate Protocol Vespa’. Then say yes to everything it asks you and keep your hand firmly on the plate. There will be a slight pinch.”

“Uh. Ok. Pinch?”

It needs a DNA sample.”

“Fair enough I suppose.” Reeve walked over to the large workstation and unceremoniously shoved the body to the floor.

Wow. That did not phase you at all. I’m technically not alive and thought that was a tad cold. Also, it’s still very strange to look at my own corpse.”

“Seen a lot of dead bodies. Made a lot of dead bodies. But yeah, I can see how looking at your own corpse would be a little out of the body for you.” He snickered.

Laugh it up explody boy. Maybe all your bad jokes will trigger something and put me out of our combined misery.”

“You’re alive. You said so yourself. That was enough for now.” He shot back as he placed his palm on the screen. “Initiate Protocol Vespa.”

The plate in front of him lit up and began displaying text.

Booting OS…

OS Booted

Analyzing Request for information …

Analyzing ….

Analysis Complete

Request to Initiate Protocol Vespa received.

Scanning Victor Station for Lifeforms…

Scanning…

Scanning Complete

41 Lifeforms Detected.

Scanning for Clearance…

Scanning…

Scanning Complete

One Superior Guest Clearance Detected

Warning

Warning

40 intruders detected

Activating Defenses

38 intruders detected

21 intruders detected

3 intruders detected

0 intruders detected

All intruders eliminated

Initiating Protocol Vespa…

Please provide a DNA sample:

(YES / NO)

 

Reeve chose yes and the top layer of skin on his palm was ripped off. If it hadn’t been for Red’s warning about maintaining contact earlier he would have torn his hand away. The plate went dark momentarily before lighting up again.

Annuvi racial traits not detected

Warning

Possible breach by hostile race

Attempting to contact HUB

Attempt Failed

Attempting to contact HUB

Attempt Failed

Protocol Vespa cannot be completed without HUB connection

Initiating Protocol Fallen Nova

Assigning Command Rights to …

Assigning Command Rights to …

Warning

Unable to Assign Command Rights

Assigning Command Rights to last Genetic Sample taken

Assigning…

Command Rights Assigned

Command Rights assigned to Reeve

Command Title Issues – Scion of Gaian

Open Command Console?

(YES / NO)

Reeve clicked on Yes and was instantly deluged in so many screens and warnings that he lost sight of the room around him.

“Fuck! Red, do something, I can’t see! I’m blind, agh!” he yelled, poking the screens out of existence as fast as they appeared.

Uh, hold on! There are only about … well shit. There are a little over two million messages and warnings. I am going to divert most of those to me and leave you with the interface. I will deal with the errors; you check on the status of the station.”

Instantly all the windows closed and Reeve could see again. In front of him was a single, large window. On it was every piece of conceivable information he could think of that described the station.

“Wow. This is still too much, is there a way to-“ he was interrupted as the mass of information condensed itself into a single page of information.

Star Hold Information Panel

Construct Type: Military Research

Designation: Victor

Sector: 177-36.4

Mass Level: 9140

Star Hold Class: 4

Condition: Degrading

Status: Abysmal

Star Hold Facilities Panel

Facilities

21,712

Damaged Facilities

3,926

Destroyed Facilities:

17,786

Command Center

1

Command Center

1

Command Center

0

Residential Spires

9,975

Residential Spires

7

Residential Spires

9,968

Fabrication Spires

2,120

Fabrication Spires

1

Fabrication Spires

2,020

Research Spires

1,500

Research Spires

2

Research Spires

1,498

Maintenance Spires

1,500

Maintenance Spires

1

Maintenance Spires

1,499

Storage Spires

3,750

Storage Spires

3,750

Storage Spires

0

Power Spires

900

Power Spires

44

Power Spires

856

Dock Yards

177

Dock Yards

17

Dock Yards

160

Shipyards

40

Shipyards

1

Shipyards

39

Mining Bays

1,750

Mining Bays

4

Mining Bays

1,746

Star Hold Resources Panel

Raw Materials

112,490

Available Storage Cells:

7

Active Defenses

4

Damaged Defenses

12,411

Destroyed Defenses

912,744

Active Drones

109

Damaged Drones

44

Destroyed Drones

811,740

Stored Ships

2

Stored Vehicles

108

Stored Armor

3,408

Stored Weapons

114,300

Stored Food

0

Stored Items

705,412

Reeve whistled. It took a long time to go over the information panel in front of him. He understood most of it, taking particular note that there was no food in what a stupidly massive place was otherwise. But if Red’s timeline was right, there had been several millennia that had passed with no one alive having visited. No living people equated to no food. He did see water listed under the Raw Materials section though, so if he could get to it he was good there. He would only spend agonizing months starving to death. No big deal.

“Wow, this is … a lot to take in,” he muttered. “It's amazing what your people were able to accomplish.”

Yeah, they did some pretty neat things. But…”

“But?” Reeve prompted.

This place is an absolute shithole for an absolute shithole of a dead race. I mean seriously, it’s been a little more than two millennia. It’s not like this place has crashed into a planet or gone through a black hole. Why is literally everything broken?! I mean, for crying out loud!”

“Right. Sorry? Maybe it’s my fault?” Reeve tried to reason.

Your fault. Right. Well, I suppose it is your fault actually. You killed literally unknown billions of people. My people. By existing. So yeah. Yes. I am blaming you. But I am also blaming the stupid fucking architects and engineers who built this place. The walls in this place are falling apart. The. Literal. Walls. It’s like this place was made of paper Mache and a bucket of water was … poured on it …”

Reeve felt an intense level of scrutiny leveled towards him from Red.

“What?” he asked, almost physically feeling her ire.

This Mana you produce has degraded everything around you, is still degrading everything around you. It’s like the acid of energy spectrums. Mana sucks. You suck. Honestly, I’m surprised the nanites even work for you. Regardless, this isn’t going to work. Repairing this place that is. It’s just going to degrade again. We would need a literal army of drones just to maintain, much less improve the situation here. We need to figure something else out. That is, unless you want to see if you can survive in space? Without a suit? Or air?”

“Right. So. Idea here. You said that the nanites work inside of me right?” Red gave a mental nod of agreement as Reeve continued, “so why is that? If we can figure that out … would we be able to apply it to everything around us?”

Your intuition is scary sometimes. Yeah, that would be a good way to do it. Let me take a deep dive into you. In the meantime, how about you do some research on your own? This console should have some significant historic archives it can access.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Reeve agreed. He began tapping various options on the slate in front of him. He managed to navigate his way into an option for general searches. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, so he just started clicking on random things.

There were endless amounts of information stored in the system. Everything from schematics and engineering debates to something call reality TV. He wasn’t sure TV was or what made it more real than anything else, so he skipped it for now. He did find some historical books that apparently younglings read in school. Probably some kind of academia or apprenticeship program that Red’s race had for their citizenry.

His reading at first covered general topics, such as early history, ideas and concepts in everyday life, and society basics. Thankfully everything had a ready-made term of definitions, as at first, he couldn’t understand hardly any of the terminologies. After several hours of reading though, he had a much firmer grasp on where he was as well as a lot of the more confusing terminology that Red had used in their prior discussions.

He was amazed at what these people had accomplished without the use of magic. Healing, micro-technologies, even flying through and building within the void itself. These sciences that most beings pursue within this galaxy seemed to be all-encompassing though.

Nowhere did he read anything about Mana, magic, or the manipulation of the esoteric. It made him wonder just why no one was using Mana for anything. Generally, technologically, his world was far behind any of these he was reading about. And yet it was more advanced in some areas as well.

The history he was reading over got really confusing after he got to the parts about advanced technologies, warp transport, and artificial intelligence. His understanding wasn’t strong enough to fully comprehend these concepts as of yet, but he was on the right track.

He was about to move into a new section on interstellar warfare when Red interrupted him.

I figured it out.”

“That’s specific. Care to elaborate? I’ve been reading all about your race's history and their interactions with other races. They were, for the most part, pure assholes. Tyrannical, benevolent assholes.” Reeve responded, not peeling his eyes away from the text.

Reeve your nanites aren’t nanites. Not anymore.”

That got his attention, causing him to look up with a frown. “What do you mean? Your people injected me with them. Are there different kinds?”

No. No there are not. They can be programmed to do different things. Anything really. Fix vehicles, build buildings, even be weaponized, and eat whole planets. But different kinds? No, such specialization is not needed. Your nanites though, and I hesitate to call them that at this point, are more of a … I don’t know how to classify them. They are a mix of biological, nano-mechanical, and pure energy. Uh, Mananites? Enginites? I don’t know. I am still going to call them nanites. But they are definitely not.”

“It’s the Mana again, isn’t it? Based on how adaptable these little guys are, they probably started to degrade like this place around us, and they adapted. Good job, we figured it out. We know the ‘what’, now we need to know the ‘how’. Once we get that down we can apply that to everything around us.” Reeve reasoned.

I’m probably going to be saying this a lot, but your intuition is scary. I don’t know why it happened, but I can tell you how. That’s easy. We find a container of raw nanites. We instruct them to repair everything around us. Well, after you bleed on them that is.”

“Say what? Come again? I’m sure you told me I just had to bleed on a block of metal to tell it what to do?” Reeve said incredulously.

Yeah. Nanites in your blood will transfer instructions to the inert ones they come into contact with. That will allow you to instruct them from the panel here in the Command Center. They could even make food out of the … uhh … biological stuff leftover from that battle.”

“Great. I have to bleed all over a bunch of tiny metal monsters and turn them into magical tiny metal monsters. Then I have to tell them to fix everything and, through some intense praying, hope that they can so we don’t die. And in the meantime I have to eat repurposed, probably rotting and putrid, dead bodies to keep from starving to death.” Reeve ticked the tasks off on his fingers.

Yup. But look at the bright side, there is a vehicle nearby. So you don’t have to walk. Probably gonna have to bleed on that too.”

“I hate this place.”

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A note from ShadowRat

I enjoy writing, but I love discussing the story. If you have feedback, ideas, need an explanation or just more info about an aspect of the universe let me know. I have lots of things fleshed out fully that may not make total sense now, but will later. And probably other things that I have never thought to define.

Love yall. Stay not lit on fire. Its good for your health.

-ShadowRat-

Change Log:

11.14.2021: Minor edits and corrections.

10.31.2021: Minor edits and grammar updates.

Minor grammer updates, spelling checks, and other shenanigans. No plot changes.


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Bjorne ago

Just an idea, install a Grammarly addon to your browser or copy and paste your story into their free grammar checker before posting it. There are a few typos like " I’m blind, agh!” he yellow, poking..." that can easily be caught with it.

Besides that loving it.

    ShadowRat ago

    Hey Bjorne! It totally took your suggestion. Thank you so much for letting me know there was a Grammarly addon to my browser. I remain ignorant about things like that. I have installed and am using it now, and boy ... it has made a serious difference! Thank you so much for the suggestion!

aaronhodgesauthor ago

Your writing is pretty damn good for the most part and grammar is looking pretty clean, didn't notice any typos! I like the banter between the ai and the mc and I'm curious to see where this goes. The mana toxicity and amount of power he has do concern me as it suggests he might not be going anywhere for a while and could be insanely powerful in this world. Like I said I like the ai but feel like we could use another character to spice up the interaction at this point or soon.

NinaWrites ago

Okay, I love this. I especially love a world where magic and technology meets. that's my jam!

Ploopie ago

Edit suggestions:

INIn which case neither of us has to worry about anything else.”

Vnator ago

Really liking it so far! I just fear the point where our man is going to hurt some innocent sap. But in the meantime, I'll all for our little war profiteer!

Capital Station ago

lol - I love the dialogue. Great little exchange. Also love the mental status: disbelif. Made me chuckle.

ArthurScott ago

Edit suggestions:

You tricked me into giving you access to what makes me a person after explaining that the thing before you was just going to turn me into some mindless meat puppet.,” Reeve sneered,.

“You got scared you were going to die and tried to find a way out of it.,” Reeve summarized.

“I don’t know anything about magic, aside from children’s shows. Our race used technology and science to discover the secrets of the universe. To power our civilization. To build our wonders. We mimic the natural events around us and then change, convert, and improve upon them to open new fields of study and research.” I am deathly intrigued

“Yes, I did create fire, mage-fyre to be exact. But not from nothing, no. You can never create something from nothing. That’s not how Existence and Entropy work.,” Reeve explained. Quantum fluctuations argue differently. It is indeed fascinating, isn't it, Reeve?

selves.,” Reeve said resolutely. He had trained mages in the past. He knew about Mana and its uses.

“Yeah. Anyone could learn to use even a small bit of it.,” Reeve agreed.

“That’s fair. Well, I suppose we need a way to travel, and money. I know how to make the money, but I am not so sure about the travel.,” Reeve responded. “Any ideas?”

“At least you didn’t call me stupid or tell me to go fuck myself.:

“Of course I did. Planar travel was common. Particularly via a portal. I have also been in many ships, from ocean vessels to military airships.,” Reeve retorted. "cCan't tell you how many things I've killed on other worlds."

Hhe reasoned out loud, feeling the agreement from Red. “Oh gods, I’m a walking ley line.”

“A ley -line

“It was yeah. Up until I learned I could destroy an entire world at any moment.,Hhe responded. “And that data corruption is not encouraging.”

Reeve peakedpeeked at his information screen again. He agreed with Red. If what she said was true, there was no way his tier could be that high.

enough for now.”,” Hehe shot back as he placed his palm on the screen. “Initiate Protocol Vespa.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”,” Reeve agreed. He began tapping various options on the slate in front of him. He managed to navigate his way into an option for general searches. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, so he just started clicking on random things.

he couldn’tcould barely understand hardly any of the terminologies.

s.”,” Reeve responded, not peeling his eyes away from the text.

Once we get that down we can apply that to everything around us.”,” Reeve reasoned.

I admire the level of design you put into this world and the laws that inhabit it; sometimes it is fun to play God.

Mystique ago

I love Reeve. He's so sarcastic. And he's smart but in a very organic feeling way? It's nice! Can't wait to read on. It's honestly difficult to not binge this and I'm slowly failing at restraining myself 😂

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I would contribute but you know, no body.

A smart, and very dangerous, murderous infant. No edit just. Murder baby. I can't. I died laughing.

FDGKLRTC ago

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I would contribute but you know, nobodyno body.

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