Post by Saber on Nov 12, 2014 22:02:06 GMT
Do you believe in ghosts?
A book hit the floor, clattering loudly in the center of the quiet underground Library as the person who was holding it hung his head. The man, an Assassin and originally a blacksmith, closed his eyes and stared at the open pages of the book. On its pages, there were no images, no pictures, and very few words. No, this book wasn’t like the hundreds of weapon and armor books he had grabbed before. It wasn’t like those stories he happily read and fell asleep reading, and it certainly wasn’t something he truly understood. This book was completely different. Its pages were filled with sigils, equations, and descriptions of various celestial-like things. There wasn’t anything on it that Saber could relate to, and there wasn’t anything in its pages which was actually there to help him. The book was in a completely different language.
Yet, there was something oddly familiar about what the previous scholar was writing. The topic of the book was science, oddly enough, and such a thing was something Saber tended to avoid at times. However, it wasn’t completely foreign to him. Due to his acceptance of technology in the real world, Saber had become quite familiar with many things that he once didn’t know when he was at home with his family. He had learned many things; circuits, electricity, medicine, and the internet. Said internet gave Saber access to a plethora of information, which his brain sucked in like a sponge. And it was that which made Saber think… He personally didn’t have anything to relate to when it came to science… but what about everyone else? Science was mainly research, connecting the dots, and putting things together to create something new. Saber was good at connecting dots and creating things like weaponry, as it was simple enough for him to understand. Maybe, just maybe, he could figure this out…
Saber’s lips pulled into a tight line and he stared at the instructions, and then looked towards the small diagram which was covered in equations and even more words. Those words were directed by arrows, which were probably the only things he could actually understand. Yet, those arrows were a start and he had his feet wet even if it was just a little. He would just have to take this stuff really slow…
However, before Saber did anything that the book told him, he brought the object over to the circular stone table in the center of the library and placed it down. Beside it, he pulled up a sheet of paper and began to scribble on it. Compared to the real world, his penmanship was horrendous. In order to even keep his words legible, Saber needed to write overly-large text and had to very slowly drag the head of his pen across the paper, just too even get the ink on the paper. It was obnoxious, and pathetically annoying. But it was the only way he could truly get his thoughts down unless he opened up a message box. Yet, he had slowly started to push himself away from relying on that technology. Sure, it went with him wherever he went, but no one but he could read it. Now that he had begun to write things down, he could ask Landers questions, and many of them had information which was invaluable.
Saber considered going out and asking a few questions about his current project, but he decided against it. Saber was a scholar and was becoming an innovator; he was finding better ways to do things, ways that made his own life easier as well as the lives of his fellows. His current project was one that would decide two things; if he is as resourceful as he says he is, and if he is as resilient as he makes himself out to be. Should he fail, Saber knew that he was going to have issues. With that in mind, he made his shopping list:
-Battery Packs from the Underground Machines
-Eels from the Ocean
-Core from a Tidal Generator
-Tame a GR-1.
There were a few other things Saber needed, but he kept those instead in the back of his mind as he pocketed his piece of paper. If all went well, he wouldn’t need any of the secondary Materials. However, he had been wrong before. As he always tended to be. Even so, he didn’t note them. He kept the primary requirements on his sheet of paper and departed from his library, heading out to pick up what he needed…
Yet, there was something oddly familiar about what the previous scholar was writing. The topic of the book was science, oddly enough, and such a thing was something Saber tended to avoid at times. However, it wasn’t completely foreign to him. Due to his acceptance of technology in the real world, Saber had become quite familiar with many things that he once didn’t know when he was at home with his family. He had learned many things; circuits, electricity, medicine, and the internet. Said internet gave Saber access to a plethora of information, which his brain sucked in like a sponge. And it was that which made Saber think… He personally didn’t have anything to relate to when it came to science… but what about everyone else? Science was mainly research, connecting the dots, and putting things together to create something new. Saber was good at connecting dots and creating things like weaponry, as it was simple enough for him to understand. Maybe, just maybe, he could figure this out…
“Take the left wire, connect it to the soldering point and connect it very carefully to the battery. Then, take the right wire and connect it to the red pin. Once the connection is made, flip the switch and the light will illuminate.”
Saber’s lips pulled into a tight line and he stared at the instructions, and then looked towards the small diagram which was covered in equations and even more words. Those words were directed by arrows, which were probably the only things he could actually understand. Yet, those arrows were a start and he had his feet wet even if it was just a little. He would just have to take this stuff really slow…
However, before Saber did anything that the book told him, he brought the object over to the circular stone table in the center of the library and placed it down. Beside it, he pulled up a sheet of paper and began to scribble on it. Compared to the real world, his penmanship was horrendous. In order to even keep his words legible, Saber needed to write overly-large text and had to very slowly drag the head of his pen across the paper, just too even get the ink on the paper. It was obnoxious, and pathetically annoying. But it was the only way he could truly get his thoughts down unless he opened up a message box. Yet, he had slowly started to push himself away from relying on that technology. Sure, it went with him wherever he went, but no one but he could read it. Now that he had begun to write things down, he could ask Landers questions, and many of them had information which was invaluable.
Saber considered going out and asking a few questions about his current project, but he decided against it. Saber was a scholar and was becoming an innovator; he was finding better ways to do things, ways that made his own life easier as well as the lives of his fellows. His current project was one that would decide two things; if he is as resourceful as he says he is, and if he is as resilient as he makes himself out to be. Should he fail, Saber knew that he was going to have issues. With that in mind, he made his shopping list:
-Battery Packs from the Underground Machines
-Eels from the Ocean
-Core from a Tidal Generator
-Tame a GR-1.
There were a few other things Saber needed, but he kept those instead in the back of his mind as he pocketed his piece of paper. If all went well, he wouldn’t need any of the secondary Materials. However, he had been wrong before. As he always tended to be. Even so, he didn’t note them. He kept the primary requirements on his sheet of paper and departed from his library, heading out to pick up what he needed…
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Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
