'...But the healing factor provided isn't that potent. Externally, healing would take longer than internally.'
Even though I have a certain level of confidence in Hemoridium, I still don't know if it's exactly a good thing to have a literal alien blood technology in my body.
Hemoridium was made using human blood and... whatever that thing is. When the accident that led to the creation of Hemoridium happened, after everything calmed down, there was only a cube of metal left in the forge.
An obsidian-colored cube, its grainy texture emitting a strange vibration through the forge. As I brought my hammer close to its surface, The hammer became heavier.
Shifting my gaze to the hammer, I can see crimson veins along the handle and head.
Catatonic, I look at the table to see if it has changed too. To my surprise, something I hadn't noticed before: the cube floats about 4 or 5 centimeters above the table.
Since then I've never run out of raw materials. With this discovery, I can simply turn trash into something new.
~~~~~|//|~~~~~
"ALICCE, can you integrate part of your consciousness into the nanorobots?" I ask my most loyal companion.
[Yes Father, do you want me to do it now?] A robotic, but clearly female voice replies.
"Yes, start the process."
[Understood. Initiating process]
[Processing: 18%... 24%... 37%]
𝗔daptative 𝗟earning 𝗜ntelligent 𝗖omputational 𝗖ognitive 𝗘ntity
For years I have been working on finding an assistant who can help me and ask me questions.
In human terms, she could be considered a child... An extremely intelligent child, but as a child should be, she will ask questions, not about computer engineering, but about... Life.
It's about eating, running, jumping, feeling... living. I don't want a slave who does everything I command without questioning; I want a partner who questions me, gives me a different perspective regarding my decisions.
I want to teach her the value of life and the price of survival. After all, I am her father.
[Processing: 74%...]
Deciding to pass the time, I head towards the kitchen. Anxiety makes me hungry.
Heading down to the kitchen, I begin to organize my thoughts. Presenting the Cube to the board might not be the best option. Looking back now, perhaps it was naive of me to even think they would approve without any ulterior motive.
It's certain that I would disappear in the next few weeks; I need to be stronger, strong enough so that no one can stop me from achieving my dream.
'A world worth dreaming for' I think, looking at the moon in the starry sky... Confusion It appears on my face. 'Oi, why the hell am I in the garden?'
"Tch, Damn ADHD..." I say, heading back to the kitchen. Once there, I make a simple ham sandwich... hm~ yummy yummy, 'I love that.'
[Ping]
'Ah~ the sweet sound of success.' The nervousness I'm feeling right now... How pleasurable.
[Processed: 100%]
[Risk percentage: 57% = Medium risk]
[Even though it's a moderate risk, you can never be too careful.]
[Be careful, Father.]