The Automated King

Note of 2072

“No worries, Mr. Lambardi. We’ll stay idle until you read them all and bring your own emphasis to it.”

Hmm, to be the cops of yourself is my motto, therefore I have to neglect their alluring invitation. My life could be on the stake if I fell negligent of my own safety at some point.

“Fritz, he would be creeped out if we stay around. Let’s move somewhere and discuss about something else to do next.”

“If you say so, Maria. How about you, Shadi?”

“Do I have to inspect the frontier gate, master? The Malian could be awake at this time.”

“In my experiences, those sedatives were strong enough to make a bear slept for 2 days. But it’s fine if you wanted to check after all, Shadi, I won’t object.”

“I'll presume that they still pose a chance to fail, Fritz. It’s better for me to go and do a fly-by over their slumber for some time.”

Hmmm, If I recall of my own experience to the pain-killer, The one shot of it were capable to summon one of my best power of the list. Those darts might be identical with Merry’s, so I am ascertain that those would be optimal to the brutes for some time.

Eww, Look at those slime! Is that sweat? I still can’t believe that bone could be useful to fly around. I don’t wanna see through its mechanics at all, pretty much nasty and a host for puke party to me.

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Log of Discovery

Month 1 of 2072

Before I, Markoff Rigor, begin to explain every sightings and encounters that we find from our trip, I need to be more frontal to the trial of automated robots for the maintenance of the city. If you have the time to read this, ladies and gentleman, I am honored to have you and the genius invention of the team. Your course of being finicky towards the refurbishments of our managerial systems is breathtaking. I can’t agree with you more on how the mechanics of the Municipalities would settle themselves to blossom and brought a novel prosperity to humanity, so break a leg with it, will ya?

Month 2 of 2072

This world is a bless to us and humanity. Nobody could washed away their grin over the sublime excitement to the plethora of animals and plants that we could identify. A small jump to the bush and we might be stepping an adorable animals below the boots. No, no, this is a metaphorical way to speak out over how simple it would be to observe and convey the experiments around here. Well, to be frank, I am doing precisely nothing of the sort of being their cohort. I am overseeing their work, truly a cause to uphold, but no one could comply with the political aspect of study that I’ve been enunciating so far.

Please, to the all of in-situ researcher in focus of the bots, Be hasty!! I am starting to be the obstruction of this place somehow.

Month 3 of 2072

The once-known land of the rich, Enda, was nowhere to be found. We have no idea of their current placement or the exact location of their ruins, but the peculiarity towards a humongous crater brought a conceptual assumption that Enda was fell down into the very bottom of Earth itself. For the conventional explanation, the hole that we found was tremendous, shady, but tangible. Based from one of our researchers, this phenomenon could be initiated by the sudden crumbling of the city buildings, since it was a huge mountain all along, or with several hyper-earthquakes occurring at the time. Considering how much of tunnel that they dug up within their mountains, I guess the latter would be much pertinent.

Month 4 of 2072

A no-mans land. The remarks of heavy struggle in our past-time smearing far and wide beyond measure. I don’t really certain on what happened, but the crest of their shield spark a sign of clash between Timia and my Homeland. We don’t really get along, even in the peaceful period, so I am not surprised much with the aged turmoil. For this skirmish, it might be due to that virus season of old, since we were connected in line to take care of the outbreaks.

Month 5 of 2072

We were inside the territory of Timia Kingdom. The building were intact, their walls were standing in fortitude, and a bunch of canisters filled to brim with indiscernible liquid within their laboratory. The field researchers, my company to the city, were prohibiting any speck of interest towards the fillers. Well, I won’t touch anything from the start anyway, especially with my lack of expertise like this.

On the other hand, something dubious laid bare inside a tube of glass. Two vials were being preserved by the scientists of Timia with a bunch of written instructions and hazard warnings attached outside the tube. It mentioned about an ‘alien’ virus, unknown findings, transformed micro-organisms, and any unidentified verbiage in which I couldn’t concur at all. Once again, my fellow travelers shown me the gist of the matter. From her course of understanding, She re-called of some connectivity with our own diseases. Our awakened abilities were generated through dormant virus circulated inside our veins. They obtained consciousness from the outside impulse and retrieving powers related to resonance with the kick-starter.

Conversely, this would be another set of unknown contagions that we need to analyze. Well, I am reluctant to smuggle this imminent danger to our city, but the curiosity of my companions overwhelmed my decision. I can’t say much to the contrary, but I hope they could contain this fragile items with ease.

Month 6 of 2072

We are currently on shortage of boxes. All of our vacant spaces have been cramped up with tons of specimens. No, this is truly a metaphoric insinuation, but we do have an issue over how to carry the interesting objects nearby. As scientists, it’s a taboo to be negligent towards novel information, quoted from one of the field researchers itself.

To add the injury, I would recite the oath of warrior-scientists, in which they bear in pride:

Inquisitiveness is our eloquence way of speaking science, vigorous learning is our fuel to aid ourselves into the better way of presenting our experiments, and the reality is our living laboratory to concoct our day of living.

Anyway, I need to undergo updates on the official scrolls. Hmph, how do I see if it’s being retrieved by the editors?

Month 7 of 2072

Our final destination, the home of Titania’s major population. Most of my colleagues and friends of the islands today were royals and nobles of the past. To speak of our motivation of venturing to this relics, we are currently in dire need to enlarge our book collection. Justicia were famed to be the hoarder of literature. We were keen to utilize the yearly funds from our initial budget to lavish upon numerous bundle of books. Invention was not our virtue, thus our kingdom tend to pour their gold and silvers to bring the knowledge itself to our land.

Luckily, The field researchers already hauled off most of our belongings on our way to the kingdom, so we could fill the rooms of our caravan with any books that we could scavenge from our central library. They were working neatly each day to take notes and scrutinize off the objects inside the carriage, all for the sake of our primary objective of this adventure to hold much of these literature to our city.

Month 8 of 2072

We are on our trip to return. This adventure brought me into a renewed plan for the future of our growing kingdom. We have a great rationale to populate the Earth with our kin and restore the historical meritocracy of humans. No other kingdoms to fight, land to seize, political prospect to moot, and any source of compromise that might occurred whenever other society is within sight.

In adverse to the current situation, we also need to ponder of another sort of divergence: Presence of another set of civilization. Even without chance to perceive one on our cruise, I am in concurrence that other developing intelligence is on their way to trample the land with their might. We have the most outstanding comprehension and intellect. Once, we were ruling the top of the food chain. Who knows if we were actually shifted to the dismal speck of extinction, or under the far-sight of any arrogance settlers out in the wild?

Month 9 of 2072

The castle was within the horizon, the mark of our finish line to commence. Cheerful mobs were encircling the main gate of our city. They were happy for our accomplishments, observation, and knowledge that we thrive upon. I can attest their joy of looking at us would be in-par to the fame for those entertainers of our city.

However, something more fascinating were roaming over the eastern side of the wall. A walkers, three of them, were wandering outside the never-ending jungle. The traits of human ancestors could be seen among them. Humanoid legs, you read that perfectly, are pairing down below to underpin their course to travel. They are working in groups, which still laid common to animals at the most, so it should be said that this cluster are on the way to evolve into an intelligent personality in the future.

The most outrageous part of all is for them to be existed within our vicinity. In our first thought, we are the lone human settlements that were in luck to be survived from the global catastrophe. The meteorite was obliterated the rest of humans and one third of animal species (an estimation from our scientist by countless findings of striving occupants of the jungle).

But this, ehm.... being wasn’t supposed to have their evolution in this pace. Our ancestors need millions of years to gain the best leverage towards natural cyclone of extinction. Lots of souls have been turned to be the strains of our DNA advancements to develop. We were living in a great chronicles to muster the best attributes to overcome the chain of destruction, collecting the experiences and sensibility and learn from past mistakes in history.

These three pioneers, or at least the only group that we could supervise, is the thrilling fraction of our newfangled universe. The reality of evolution and truth of creation were conspiring to bring us the fate of our predecessors to get along. Ready or not, we have to establish a new set of strategy to conserve ourselves. But, as their senior of the fittest creature in the former age of being, It’s still exhilarating to have them on board with us and row the boat of stars to the great future.

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Okay, I’ve seen some glints of enlightenment age that I could confer. Markoff Rigor has a wholesome intention to bind humanity as the ‘senior’ of the fittest. In emphasis, He never stated a single bit of detestation to these newborn ‘conqueror’ of Earth. As the leader, he fell intrigued on the other far-sighted ideal that he could unfold.

“Are you finished reading the sacred scroll, Regi? My father is starting to get sleepy.”

Ah, the presumed traitors of Titania. I don’t realize of how casual she is to crawl upon me, even in my dubious prejudice on her resistance.

“I did, Maria.”

“So? Tell me of your conclusion.”

“Repugnare might be adhering to the fallacy of Markoff Rigor’s will. He never instilled any sort of hatred to the newfound land. Conversely, He might be keen to protect them at any cost.”

I guess this would summarized myself as one of the deserters. End of the line for me and up-scale management to the top, huh.

“I know you would think of the same thing, Regi!!”

Ouch, her hug is blocking my lungs..... I can’t breathe.....