POV: Valyria Dollen.
Date: Þórri 19th, 598 AD. (Alt: 31st January, 599 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
"Seems Papa could not help himself again." She comments outside of the multiple doorways where both the rescued and newly resurrected were brought around.
113 new mennskr, each wrangled and brought under their fold in incredibly quick succession, the technologies, foods and standard of living care easily winning the hearts of the simpler folk. They were given knowledge on how to use many of these technologies with the less intrusive external memory player.[1]
Everything that has been created, or 'divined' as has been proselytised by many of the Völsung Clan's people by the 'great scientist God Heath Dollen.' They had then quickly believed and seen it all as miracles ahead of their time by the same day and were even given knowledge on their internal functions that follow sciences they see as nothing else but Divine, Valyria just watched, two of the children that were saved by Heath even coming close to her to say hello.
"Are you a Valkyrja?" The younger boy, larger than his peers named Eys asks, seeing her armour and beautiful appearance. "Oh, I am not. Thank you for the compliment." She felt that it was purely good-spirited, and gave a small smile in return. She crouches.
"I am the daughter of the great scientist God." She chose to use the title that Heath was starting to be best known for. Both of their eyes go wide and choose to bow, knowing now that she was essentially a Goddess on her own right. "No need for that, you are an equal." She raises both of their heads with her hands, now standing to her full height as to scan her surroundings. "I am sorry, but I must go. I feel the need to talk to our first guest." She walks off, now passing by many of them to then reach Arnfinnr. His expression joyful.
"Greetings, guardian Goddess!" He called, now giving a wave before finally returning to a normal position. It appears that one of the titles of guardian God that was used for Heath has now been supplanted as hers. "Everything alright?" She grabs a chair, sitting next to him.
Her previous innocence from just a month prior was nowhere to be seen, she spoke with clear directive and full of experienced eloquence in thanks to her fast learning from her perfect memory. Arnfinnr gave his newly adjusted, dashing smile, showing that it was more than good. He silently watches as the newly rescued learn how to use the now installed Uni-pods in each of their rooms or the false windows in simulations of their hyper-realistic environments that have since been connected to the DNA medium server.
"The only thing I hope is that my village could be here, they would love to be give-" His mouth was covered by her hand, her eyes squinting around in case he was heard by her Papa. "ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵂᴵˢᴴ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ, ᴵᴺ ꟲᴬˢᴱ ᴴᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿˢ!" She whispers. "Too late." Heath appears behind them.
"Great scientist God!" He was close to bowing, but then he remembered his promise with him. Arnfinnr smiled sheepishly before greeting him with a wave. He is given a nod back and questioned. "I heard that you wished for your close family to be brought here?" Heath then saw him scratch the back of his neck with his index and forefinger. "This is paradise compared to there." That compliment earned him a pat on the shoulder by the tall God, who then flew up after to give a kiss to Valyria's forehead.
"I wish I could, but your people are under the direct watch of the Æsir. I am sorry, Arnfinnr." Heath saw the young man nod, also stating there was no need for an apology. "Your people are having issues growing crops, right?" Heath saw him nod.
"Then the next best thing is we could give some food. But that it must not be traceable back to us." Heath looked to Valyria with a conspiracy brewing in his eyes, soon turning over to the border of Vanaheimr and using a more divinely hidden warp to instantly place carried foods such as cooked meats and fruits in the storage sheds of a few homes. They were mostly honest, and he knew that they would share it with the rest of their people. By doing this, in case Heimdallr finds it strange, the magic would lead him to that last known spell's location, for his power has a hard time tracking his direct signature.
"-so yes, that is what I had done." Heath had explained his reasoning, and of Arnfinnr's talks of his village. His allies gave him stares in full silence before giving him a condemnation that this was not what they meant in terms of asking for help.
Vafþrúðnir, one of the jǫtunn on their council, was of the mind to make Heath pay reparations if he were to repeat this again, and that a warning is to be played for the border's attention being brought up. 6 were in favour, and it was voted over a majority. The warning was that Heath should provide a second armour, which, he was already planning to do with the extra set he made, so what is so wrong about that? He gives it to them just as quickly, which makes it seem as if he expected this response.
"Thin ice, pal." Garmr uses one of the quotes he saw from Heath's movies in a joky manner, finding it applicable to the situation. This continues with more talks that last for the entire day. And with it mostly being boring ventures, we will refocus on Valyria again.
It was a quiet time at the top of the left tower, little noise was produced from anything else except for Arngunn's hovercopter outside, watching for their safety. Everyone else are in their respective floors, many now trying out the new features of the Internet that would allow for quick communication. Goldie, Valyria and Sterling sat silently, drinking some juice. ". . . I miss father." He comments after a bit of mixed berry cordial, sadness tinging behind sips with sweetened flavours.
"*Rumbling nod*" Goldie looks down at his glass, drinking it through his tapyr nose while his shoulders were lowered and hunched forward. Valyria was silent, patting both of their shoulders from either side while thinking about what they should do next.
"I do not trust the Vanir, but that does not stop Papa's optimism." She raises her head towards both of them, shifting glances side to side. "How about we make a gift for him while he is out?" She thinks about the Marmot, a gun for Sterling that would be an obvious share between them once all of them are trusted enough. "Oo, what kind of gift?" Sterling quickly rises to the challenge, his young eyes and thickened beard bursting outwards in newfound confidence. A bit of Valyria's still existing innocence pierced through the veil with her suggestion.
"How about we get a pet?" Her suggestion was met with a small round of applause from her brothers, Valyria and Sterling reaching a consensus for the best animal they should choose. but Goldie brought a good point. "Would. . . Father not want. . . To make them smart?" His voice was like smooth metal rubbing together, both grating yet calming. "Yes, he would. Nevermind." Valyria cancelled the idea, scrapping it over a conundrum. "How about a new Golem type?" Sterling gave instead, finding the Drone golem type quite useful.
"We already cover land and air, how about something more. . . 'Intangibable'?" Sterling tried to say the new English word, pronouncing it wrong. "Good try, brother. It is intangible. And that is an idea!" She clapped his back, now brainstorming for ideas like her Papa.
"There are 110 Bus-Guard golem models. How about we create Drone-Guard golems instead who can move in all directions?" That earned nods in unison, but, with Arngunn watching them, she shuts down that idea with her task being to watch over them in case of 'miscreant behaviour.' Which this would obviously count under it. And SHE was already on a bit of a light punishment for forcing Adal into a paralysed state. So they would do that with Heath's supervision after. Rather than make it, how about they draw it?
They grab multiple scraps of paper and specialised regenerating mechanical pencils that would automatically set it to the right length while in use. The same magical type of rubber was borrowed from Egill's own stock, which would be used for any mistakes.
Valyria merged the scraps of paper into 1 giant canvas for them to draw on. Now reconvening and textualising the complex body-plan of the Drone golem in 1:1 scale, all of its intricacies and arcanomechanical machinery that runs its interior in full view. That was kept to the left side of the paper, drawing a front-view, side-view and isometric view. Their flushed amalgamation of knowledge covering all bases of knowledge. There was an unpowered recreation of the runic structures on the paper, too.[2]
From that, they required an understanding. They have flight suits, yes, but how would one think of making a physical object purely spiritual on a dime? Heath's way of doing so was by transfering his own physical body to a pseudo-wave that worked in a process similar to superfluidity.
What he dubbed 'superatomicity' is the way one can make the waves of the soul or body turn incorporeal and its ability to use an unusual state to reach conditions or locations normally thought impossible, basically a more mystic version of Quantum Tunneling, as Gods themselves are not made of standard matter but instead from the ascendance of conscious thought, it allows for features to superposition in ways that would otherwise be impossible through the motion of lesser than microscopic probability control.
Or that was his hypothesis, which could also be totally wrong, as in his own words. There may be other new mechanics in play that would be undetectable when in action, but with the example of the Spiritual Queen still being affected by matter and heat changes, it has a > non-zero chance.
"But how can one design an automatic response that can control probability?" Valyria questions herself, wishing that she were as smart as her Papa. "Digger, drone?" Goldie points towards the legs, soon changing his fingers like how he made the bells into the shape of sharp points or flat, shovelled blades. That was a simpler, but much more useful idea! They design the ends to be modular, using a similar technology to the adaptable hilts in creating predesigned 'portal blades' in a conical shape reminiscent of a drill bit.
These are given a designated storage compartment that is placed beside the Marmot's storage area by the now specified location that is the top-right corner of the Cavern, which can be toggled to separate different material types, like impure ores to their pure constituents.[3]
It is double the size of the stone storage in all dimensions. And by removing part of the purification process in need of construction, forging or smelting, it would reduce the time wasted if the magic in the local area had been run dry temporarily or for it to be then sent through a second portal feeding system. Most things are accounted for in this diagram, and now that they were done after a few hours of planning, they were hoping to show their creator! Which may take a bit long with the current scenario of:
Heath currently discussing the logistics of sending over divine hand grenades as a possible gift for them, but they disagreed, saying such a weapon should not be given so freely and they were discussing a new, more even trade agreement.[4]
With the time left over, they figured a few more features for the Drone-Digger golem, such as a compound vision isolator that can determine the quality and material type available in a section of mineable material through colour and refraction / reflection indexing, external material composition, density measurements and by the end of one of the front arm's modular parts, there is an elemental prospector that can be installed for reduced mining speed but with greater accuracy.
This paper was laquered, layered and put within an oak wooden frame to be saved for when Heath comes back, they were quite proud of such indicative features that were thought up from their own initiative. They each go to their creator's home, carrying the gift gently.
After sitting down, they see his small laboratory by his bedside that had been set up in the past week, with labels for some extant chemicals that may be of future use, some small, still-running trinkets, and another plush type, but in the shape of an elk. "D'aw. That is cute!" Valyria picks it up, wondering if she could quiz Papa to keep it. Looking at its small collar, she sees a name on it. "'For Valyria, x' *?*" 'He knew?' She looks around the room, warping it to her own without anyone watching before refocusing upon the other stuff on the table.
"'Test 32: The phone's compact internal hybrid magic-electricity battery was at a ≈ 28% risk of flammable explosivity, usage of new materials pending. Possible reiteration with Graphene Ceramitic Solid-State multi-layered Phosphorene metal insetting.' What, does this mean?"
She knew the words, but not their combined reasoning. She sees other xene types for possible reconfigurations with selenene or tellurene, just that itself led her to set down the notes, now thinking on how to ask Papa the different ways this form of battery storage could work. Sterling was by the false window, seeing a few modifications he had done compared to the standard version which are of unknown purpose, and Goldie was by the blue rose pot near a portrait of Ghiliana upon the bedside table, her picture smiling brightly beside 'young' Heath in front of a background of a Zona Franca Barcelona Beach.
"Mother. . ?" The golem grabs the portrait, slowly tracing the shape of her head and smile, the next, he stops, putting it down gently after scanning it in all of its details, keeping her face in permanent storage. Expression closing in knowing he will never get to meet her.
Valyria could feel her brother, and the best way she knew how to comfort him was with a hug. She did so from behind him in a gentle embrace, using one hand to play the elk plushy upon his shoulders as if it was jumping over his head, the unexpected situation helping to lighten the mood a bit, his breath slowing down again. They leave Heath's room, seemingly content in finding that Heath had thought of them even while busy. All travel together as a small gaggle towards the (forest farm) to meet the crows, hoping to get to know them better.
"-*WAH*The children of the great scientist God are here! x10" One of the North Crow Clan's outpost guards comments while flying towards the Matriarch's treehouse canopy's underfloor, with her below and talking with the deer Agostino in a manner of species exchanges.
"Then we would better greet them, is that not right, fursy~?*Click click*" Paulina comments with a new nickname. "Sure thing, feathers." They take off towards the portal by the Deer Clan's camping site, quickly reaching them and acquiescing great respect for their Saviour's creations. They were quickly brought and sat down by the central circle, as their father had been a few nights prior. The Crow Matriarch purred while giving kisses to her love, Iakoros. "It is nice to see you again, Goldie, and welcome all 3 of you to our tree town!" She says aloud.
"Is there anything important for this visit, or just a sightseeing?" Iakoros comments, hoping to appear friendly and hospitable while questioning a Drone golem to bring over some fruits, nuts and berries. "Sightseeing, we wondered if your sapience has been good for you?"
From Valyria's question, it was met with silent huffs of absolute delight. "Everything has been perfect, I get to show my love in much greater ways than I could have when I was still lesser." He shows by wrapping a wing around Paulina, and both of them then put their heads together from side-to-side in a rubbing. It was rather cute if you discount the fact they were triple the height of an adult mennskr. Continuing on, the Crow Matriarch now sees the Engineer Crow Clan's Patriarch Guenther, named after Sir Steiner the Milton Keynes Engineer.
Guenther bows his head in the presence of Goldie, Sterling and Valyria. Returning back to normal height to give some news. Magically tuned mind-adjustable goggles upon his forehead.
"There has been news from the Scavenger Crow Clan of the finding of multiple diseased birds by the outskirts, and that they require a testing of alchemically enhanced airborne anti-biotics and resurrection." His comment came through a smooth delivery, yet gruff edged voice was that of an experienced scientist, looking down towards seeing many of the blackbirds, sparrows and tits falling from accelerated illnesses spread. "Could we help?" Valyria crosses, knowing that her own ability of sending power through intent could aid in forced curings.
"How experienced are you in comparison to your father?" Guenther gave a blunt beseeching, which led to her giving high self-appraisal of both knowledge and ability, not like her father, but similar enough in other aspects. "Then it would be best for you to help us." He hops off before taking flight, others following him to their destination.
There were quite a few collected dead and many who had no ability to fly, those that still could but would in return spread of Avian Influenza, Histoplasmosis, Psittacosis or more were captured in enclosures. Each far away from any transmissible creatures such as the crows themselves, they were lucky they had direct anti-biotics and made genetic immunisation from Heath's quality of standard, but they could still become asymptomatic carriers which would spread further out virulently to all in excess. None wishing to be likened to plaguebearers.
"Then we better get started." Valyria's memories of watching Heath healing and ascending the crows kick in, replicating his movements and his magic the best way she could, she was less efficient and spent more magic than necessary, but she was quite succesful.
The corpses were purified of their diseases too, and were left to then also be resurrected by Heath for once he returned, just as everything else.
[1] From Chapter 31: A hidden feature was added into the show, a memory player, an ambient, read-only system that shows what objects and weapons they represent in scenes.Something Heath had been cooking up a few nights prior, which would also be good for less fearful, intrusive methods. Even if the runic injector does not stab, it only indents now into the nape. And ooh boy, the music gave some *OOMPH* to these recreated scenes.
[2] ᛉ (Protection / Shield / Elk Rune,) ᛇ (Yggdrasil / Yew Tree / Dream Rune,) ᚱ (Horse / Ride / Journey / Thor Rune,) ᛟ (Heritage / Estate Rune,) ᚾ (Need / Hardship Rune,) ᛗ (Man / Human / Self Rune,) ᚠ (Cattle / Livestock / Wealth Rune,) ᛖ (Horse / Twin Forces Rune,) and ᚨ (Odin / Inspiration / Wisdom Rune.)
[3] From Chapter 48: While this entire mechanism is empowered and continuous in independent development with maintenance and repair functions, there is one final feature he wishes to add. Which is an increased storage compartment using a portal feeding system.Just like the adaptable hilts with their ability to be warped to an unspecified location, Heath will create a hidden silo that is the same size as a two-story apartment room within Den höga ormtungan, where the gun would store all of the extra gravel and stone, which, with the shot it creates being the size of a .950 JDJ, it could create a bit > 2,500,000 of them without additional resources inserted. And if they are ever in a magicless environment, the modular storage backpack could allow for ≈ 350. With it shooting these bullets every 2 Model seconds.
[4] From Chapter 41: "There was a concept known as the 'Holy Hand Grenade,' a joke based on the shape of the Globus Cruciger that matched the abilities of modern-designed hand grenades, but with additional divine power within." Heath gave a 3D visual illustration of this possible device.A large, oval-shaped base with pinecone patterns throughout to allow for partial fragmentation that are each individually sharpened to allow for greater cutting and piercing damage. Yet, latticed in such a way that it held stable until exploded, the 4 cardinal fragments held the same 'H' symbol he shows upon its dorsum. Lastly, it contains an internal structure that has 2 coated chambers of coiled copper that are stored within stainless 4130 steel with a primer and fuse as would be expected of a working explosive device.It has thermobaric-reminiscent property except for magic, which I will now dub arcanobaric.