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Nov. 28th, 2019 05:31 pmWell, scene one of this is finally done. Idk wtf I'm doing though.
System processing…..updating……activating…..ready
He jolted awake at the sound of the beep. The room glowed silver around him and he tossed his head wildly as he looked for the source. He found it on the table, a small square jewel that shone with the light. Blocky text scrolled across its surface before it vanished and the light cut out.
He blinked in the sudden dark and picked up the jewel. Something pulsed at the back of his head, but he knew better than to reach for it. The last time he had tried, he had wound up with a headache for days. His watchers had been upset too and had made their presence more visible than usual.
"What are you," he muttered to the object as he turned it over in his hands.
"Seventh class weapon, designation Damocles"
A high metallic voice spoke from the object as more of that blocky text scrolled across its surface. He stared at it, wondered how such a small object could be a weapon but decided to introduce himself; it was only polite.
"Hello Damocles," he said. "I am Seres"
His name was one of the few things he could remember from the past. The rest was broken fragments of voices, the occasional feeling of something immense calling him and the consistent sense that there was something missing in him. He tried not to think about it. The doctors had told him that his memory most likely wouldn't come back and his watchers had foiled every single one of his attempts to learn more about his past.
"User accepted," Damocles said. "Please select a weapon form"
Seres frowned. Why would he need a weapon? There was nothing in the city that could hurt him, not with the watchers. He turned his head to look at the sharp skyline of the city around him. He had forgotten to close the window again.
Grale was relatively safe, except for the areas near the rift. Through the middle of the city ran a dark streak of something that looked very much like smoke. There was a rumor that it was remnants of energy from another universe, but he didn't get a chance to hear much. His watchers had caused an incident and he had been followed more closely for the next several weeks.
"Please select a weapon form," Damocles repeated and there was a slight shift in the tone. It almost sounded like impatience, but that couldn't be right. Could AI's get impatient?
He was pretty sure Damocles was an AI, though there was no memory of this level of technology in his recent memories. He set that thought aside for later and focused on the words.
"Do I need a weapon?"
"Weapon form must be selected for setup"
He sighed. He'd have to pick something. He thought about the various weapons he'd seen. His watchers probably used guns. He had seen sunlight glint off of something metallic more than once. A warning whenever he got too close to the rift.
The police used tasers and shields. Oddly enough, they didn't have guns. No one had told him why.
He shook his head. He didn't want a gun or a taser; too obvious. More images popped up in his mind. A sword, sharp and shining. A staff, lacquered and dark.
"Please select a weapon form," Damocles said and that was definitely impatience in its voice. Seres sighed. Both the sword and the staff made his head ache, but the staff would be more innocuous. He could say it was a walking stick if anyone asked.
"A staff," he said.
Damocles beeped. Seres opened his mouth to describe it.
"Affirmative. Initiating neural link"
Silver light burst from the gem and he could feel a sharp, almost burning sensation in his mind. It was similar to the feeling he got whenever he tried to recall anything but didn't last as long.
The image of the staff appeared before him. Long and thick, it was a dark cherry with silver script engraved along its length. It wasn't entirely what he had imagined, but it was close.
"Please confirm selection"
He frowned. Had Damocles pulled that image from his mind? There was an odd weight in the back of his mind. It must be the neural link.
"You could have asked first"
Damocles gave a confused beep and he sighed. Damocles may have been an AI, but it apparently wasn't sophisticated enough to have morals.
"Yeah, that's what I wanted."
The jewel beeped again and more silver light shot out from it. It solidified into the staff he had just imagined.
"Set up complete. Ready"
The light vanished and he stared at the staff on his bed. It was very conspicuous. He didn't have to carry it around with him did he?
"Can you make it smaller?"
In answer, the light flashed again and turned into the jewel he had seen before.
"You can wear me," Damocles said.
Seres picked up the jewel and turned it over. There was nowhere to string a chain through it. He'd have to put it in a fastening first.
"Well, you're less conspicuous this way," he said and finally got out of bed.
