Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 10, 2018 15:15:20 GMT -5
The rhythmic, strumming hum only a machine can create. The unnecessary comfort humans require on his back, a molding nanomaterial used not for war or even healing but to comfort the butts of these apes.
Banality stings Exael.
He doesn't understand this technology. The misinformed among the humans would call it an MRI, but while magnetic resonance imaging is part of the tool, it only resembles the MRI in form factor. It is a comprehensive medical bay that is able to visualize down to the quantum dimension.
Exael knows that his angelic form is being penetrated by nanotechnological needles covered in neutral blasphemies with nanoscale etching. These allow the man... well, Time Lord (well, half Time Lord)... in the other room to access Lily.
The last time Exael heard Lily's voice was in his battle against Exenovon. Arkhe had the gall to evoke Lucifer, such that Exael was forced to virtually fight alongside the Nemesis. In the heat of that battle, Exael had felt a sense of purpose that had been missing for so long. Exenovon was intending to melt the world. And while Exael looked down on those creatures below, that did not mean that righteousness demanded their death.
At first, Exael thought it was the result of having endured Flash, Comet's Fire a second time, or perhaps facing Leshamaeil's Judgments alongside the Firmament. A mere jolt. But even after the healing of Taigo, Allie and even Imbowe, Lily remained silent.
Then his encounter with Sera made the silence even more palpable by a single moment of cacophonic images.
The Fellow's voice came over the microphone. The affectation of posh that can only come from isolation was grating, but there was a comfort and reassurance as well.
"You'll need to calm yourself, Exael", he explained. "Your angelic celestrion flares with your thoughts, and it can lead to false positives".
After another ten minutes, Exael is removed from the machine.
A forcefield creates a chair for The Fellow to sit down. He carries a clipboard with a paper on it that Exael has been informed is called Living Papyrus, able to be rewritten endlessly. Symbols begin to appear in the air in the small, clinical room, with a color akin to a faded purple orchid or a stain of pomegranate. "It's as I expected", the Fellow explains. "Lily's circuits have been overloaded by an Asimovian feedback. Her Asimov circuits have locked her system, and the automated processing is working on a task that it has been modeled as so crucial as to override all normal functions. Unfortunately, nothing I have can break through. It's a true black box. Lily is capable of something almost akin to libertarian free will".
Sera, meanwhile, is feeling a tremendous sense of peace. It is as if she is in a warm green ocean. But after minutes seem to pass, she is reminded that she is being touched by a man, and then is reminded that this peace comes from... is it truly forgetting what has happened? And then her mind clamps down. Again, she is numb.
As the moment ends, Sera is now intimately aware that she is in a bright therapist's office. The shades are drawn but are almost transparent, such that there is only a slight olive coloration to the light. Birds are singing. There is calm music playing at just below the threshold of audibility.
The man that was touching her forehead is now leaning back, clasping his hands together. He is an Asian man, of Vietnamese descent, wearing a hoodie and loose cut jeans. Adelbert Vo-Pavlopolou. A healer. A Soul Surgeon.
Adelbert nods. "You're holding onto the pain". He takes a break of a fraction of a second before putting up his hands, his eyes flaring intensely. "It's okay. The pain means something to you. But your mind is so powerful that I can't do much here. You aren't ready to make a choice as to how to proceed. Right now, you think that moving on means forgetting. And you can't see that past that. You need time. Dr. Walter Heinrich can probably take over the care at this point, I think he may have a Jungian approach that could work". He then sincerely adds, "Sorry".
Banality stings Exael.
He doesn't understand this technology. The misinformed among the humans would call it an MRI, but while magnetic resonance imaging is part of the tool, it only resembles the MRI in form factor. It is a comprehensive medical bay that is able to visualize down to the quantum dimension.
Exael knows that his angelic form is being penetrated by nanotechnological needles covered in neutral blasphemies with nanoscale etching. These allow the man... well, Time Lord (well, half Time Lord)... in the other room to access Lily.
The last time Exael heard Lily's voice was in his battle against Exenovon. Arkhe had the gall to evoke Lucifer, such that Exael was forced to virtually fight alongside the Nemesis. In the heat of that battle, Exael had felt a sense of purpose that had been missing for so long. Exenovon was intending to melt the world. And while Exael looked down on those creatures below, that did not mean that righteousness demanded their death.
At first, Exael thought it was the result of having endured Flash, Comet's Fire a second time, or perhaps facing Leshamaeil's Judgments alongside the Firmament. A mere jolt. But even after the healing of Taigo, Allie and even Imbowe, Lily remained silent.
Then his encounter with Sera made the silence even more palpable by a single moment of cacophonic images.
The Fellow's voice came over the microphone. The affectation of posh that can only come from isolation was grating, but there was a comfort and reassurance as well.
"You'll need to calm yourself, Exael", he explained. "Your angelic celestrion flares with your thoughts, and it can lead to false positives".
After another ten minutes, Exael is removed from the machine.
A forcefield creates a chair for The Fellow to sit down. He carries a clipboard with a paper on it that Exael has been informed is called Living Papyrus, able to be rewritten endlessly. Symbols begin to appear in the air in the small, clinical room, with a color akin to a faded purple orchid or a stain of pomegranate. "It's as I expected", the Fellow explains. "Lily's circuits have been overloaded by an Asimovian feedback. Her Asimov circuits have locked her system, and the automated processing is working on a task that it has been modeled as so crucial as to override all normal functions. Unfortunately, nothing I have can break through. It's a true black box. Lily is capable of something almost akin to libertarian free will".
Sera, meanwhile, is feeling a tremendous sense of peace. It is as if she is in a warm green ocean. But after minutes seem to pass, she is reminded that she is being touched by a man, and then is reminded that this peace comes from... is it truly forgetting what has happened? And then her mind clamps down. Again, she is numb.
As the moment ends, Sera is now intimately aware that she is in a bright therapist's office. The shades are drawn but are almost transparent, such that there is only a slight olive coloration to the light. Birds are singing. There is calm music playing at just below the threshold of audibility.
The man that was touching her forehead is now leaning back, clasping his hands together. He is an Asian man, of Vietnamese descent, wearing a hoodie and loose cut jeans. Adelbert Vo-Pavlopolou. A healer. A Soul Surgeon.
Adelbert nods. "You're holding onto the pain". He takes a break of a fraction of a second before putting up his hands, his eyes flaring intensely. "It's okay. The pain means something to you. But your mind is so powerful that I can't do much here. You aren't ready to make a choice as to how to proceed. Right now, you think that moving on means forgetting. And you can't see that past that. You need time. Dr. Walter Heinrich can probably take over the care at this point, I think he may have a Jungian approach that could work". He then sincerely adds, "Sorry".