Post by Patchwork on Apr 3, 2024 0:36:56 GMT -5
As the last power faded from Patch's metallic form. He was swallowed by an abyss of inky blackness. And yet...it was odd that he remained aware of that abyss, and even more odd was how he was aware of that abyss suddenly not being an abyss, and suddenly being replaced with blinding white light.
He was stood, somewhere above yellow clouds, in a long line of people. "What?..." He looks around himself, unsure of where he is or why. He runs a hand down his face, and finds nary even a seam to denote the cleaving slash wound that had split him literally in half. "Was it some kind of simulation?" He wonders as he is gently pushed forward as the line proceeds.
"Not exactly...little one." A deep rumbling voice is heard behind him, but when Patch whips around the person behind him in line wasn't even looking his way. "Look up..." The voice instructs, and Patch obeys, slowly tilting his head up until his oculars come to focus on the jaws of a Dinosaur.
The Android stands in a far more familiar location, a dark chamber of infinitely flowing code and sequences, a representation of his 'inner thoughts' in a sense. The Tyrannosaurus elegantly clad in golden ornamentation was certainly a new addition to the decor.
"You must have many questions." The beast spoke, its voice echoing directly into Patch's mind. It's form shifted, the plates of armour shifting and locking with it, showing that they were perfectly crafted to fit its form.
"To be clear, you perished. Your foe did indeed split you into two, and your physical form ceased to be." The beast explains, pacing with mighty stomps a few steps to the right. "Then why am I-?"
"I will be able to tell you more later. For now, I'll introduce myself and give you the brief version. I am...well...the simplest Earthling approximation would be...hmm..." The Dinosaur seemed to think for a moment. "Call me Khan." It finally settled upon.
"I possess no true physical form anymore. But I was amongst the first of Earth's creatures, and now I serve as the spiritual essence of its primal nature. I have spent millennia observing the world, but recent events have forced my hand. I needed a champion, an avatar to embody my spirit in the physical world." Patchwork watched on in confusion as Khan explained what it was, his head already abuzz with questions. "But why?-"
"Later...Little One, there is no need to rush in a place like this. We are likely to be stuck here forever unless I can think of a solution. Regardless, why I chose you is not important right now, what is important is that I infused your form with my spirit. This is why you can conduct ki, and why your form can stitch itself back together so easily. I planned to tell you all this earlier, but I seemed to get lost somewhere in your labyrinthe of code." Khan explains, somewhat sheepishly. "It seemed your demise was a catalyst of sorts, allowing me to manifest. My spirit became one with your code, giving you...well...some approximation of a soul."
Patch opened his mouth as if to speak again but was swiftly silenced by Khan. "Your time is soon. The being at the desk is known as Yemma, be polite, save your questions, accept his judgement. We will talk more soon."
With that Patch's focus returned to the physica-...spiritual? world. He stood tiny in form against the gargantuan desk with an even more gargantuan creature sat behind it. "...You are King Yemma then?" He inquires. "Then I submit myself to your judgement."
He was stood, somewhere above yellow clouds, in a long line of people. "What?..." He looks around himself, unsure of where he is or why. He runs a hand down his face, and finds nary even a seam to denote the cleaving slash wound that had split him literally in half. "Was it some kind of simulation?" He wonders as he is gently pushed forward as the line proceeds.
"Not exactly...little one." A deep rumbling voice is heard behind him, but when Patch whips around the person behind him in line wasn't even looking his way. "Look up..." The voice instructs, and Patch obeys, slowly tilting his head up until his oculars come to focus on the jaws of a Dinosaur.
The Android stands in a far more familiar location, a dark chamber of infinitely flowing code and sequences, a representation of his 'inner thoughts' in a sense. The Tyrannosaurus elegantly clad in golden ornamentation was certainly a new addition to the decor.
"You must have many questions." The beast spoke, its voice echoing directly into Patch's mind. It's form shifted, the plates of armour shifting and locking with it, showing that they were perfectly crafted to fit its form.
"To be clear, you perished. Your foe did indeed split you into two, and your physical form ceased to be." The beast explains, pacing with mighty stomps a few steps to the right. "Then why am I-?"
"I will be able to tell you more later. For now, I'll introduce myself and give you the brief version. I am...well...the simplest Earthling approximation would be...hmm..." The Dinosaur seemed to think for a moment. "Call me Khan." It finally settled upon.
"I possess no true physical form anymore. But I was amongst the first of Earth's creatures, and now I serve as the spiritual essence of its primal nature. I have spent millennia observing the world, but recent events have forced my hand. I needed a champion, an avatar to embody my spirit in the physical world." Patchwork watched on in confusion as Khan explained what it was, his head already abuzz with questions. "But why?-"
"Later...Little One, there is no need to rush in a place like this. We are likely to be stuck here forever unless I can think of a solution. Regardless, why I chose you is not important right now, what is important is that I infused your form with my spirit. This is why you can conduct ki, and why your form can stitch itself back together so easily. I planned to tell you all this earlier, but I seemed to get lost somewhere in your labyrinthe of code." Khan explains, somewhat sheepishly. "It seemed your demise was a catalyst of sorts, allowing me to manifest. My spirit became one with your code, giving you...well...some approximation of a soul."
Patch opened his mouth as if to speak again but was swiftly silenced by Khan. "Your time is soon. The being at the desk is known as Yemma, be polite, save your questions, accept his judgement. We will talk more soon."
With that Patch's focus returned to the physica-...spiritual? world. He stood tiny in form against the gargantuan desk with an even more gargantuan creature sat behind it. "...You are King Yemma then?" He inquires. "Then I submit myself to your judgement."
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