It has only been over three centuries, now. My newest fortress is nearly complete. The Red Armies are finally recovering their numbers, as is the White King with his forces. The current White King, at least. This is so far the 7th White King - the cycle of life for creatures in this universe is so pitifully short in comparison to what is beyond. I must ensure to use this to my advantage when I finally make my move to incorporate the Red Armies to my side.
Meanwhile it has been approximately five months since she has recovered. She’s back into a normal pattern of living, for her at least. Though her unique mind composition does almost all of the work anyways, without even needing to blink, she is still constantly meeting with generals and politicians who come to her about the Star Wars fleet and defense systems. They do not seem to listen to her rationale about employing more individuals like her. They keep telling her, “your amazing brainpower is enough”.
I wonder if they will say that when I at last strike.
I also wonder about her intake of strawberry ice cream. Is it a side effect of her cybernetics that she almost exclusively eats it every night before retiring? Perhaps her cybernetics are fueled by it? I cannot help but be curious, though I can’t rationally see why that matters to be. I shall investigate the strawberry ice cream in this universe to find out.
18-9-5xx
I have infiltrated the orchards of the White King, and have acquired samples of the strawberry ice cream from their rivers. It’s quite frozen, and has no smell, but when I tasted it, it’s surprisingly good. Though I briefly had a headache afterwards. Despite Aunt Marie’s claims, I do not believe it was poisoned, and it seems to have gone away.
I can see why she likes it, though. I wonder what other foods exist. In the meantime I shall need to set up a stable food supply for Aunt Marie, as the stores I was able to salvage are nearing full depletion. I have the room in my fortress to accomplish this now, after all.
1-11-6xx
Spaghetti, bread, and ice cream.
Considering that very few native plants and waters exist in this universe, I have also come to the realization that I may need to use my imagination to create alternative foods. Even if I can survive without food, I don’t know if I can handle Aunt Marie’s complaints about eating nothing but strawberry ice cream and bread. And grapes that don’t make white wine. Her complaining about that is getting irritating.
17-7-8xx
Unfortunately my attempts to create different foods have had limited success. I have managed to create some food items (and bottles of white wine). However, I fear my limited experience prohibits me from fully creating items that I have not in some way personally experienced. And since my own existence is tied into that of this girl’s while I reside in this universe, I have come to realize that I must experience more of the outside through her eyes and ears.
Of course, it’s only to ensure Aunt Marie has adequate food supplies of some nutritional value. And isn’t constantly drunk. She won’t be able to lead a hanger to a closet if she drinks so much.
30-3-9xx
I haven’t been logging much information into my computers. But I have made a breakthrough. I found her going through a library and reading books. Because of her computer brain, she can read books in mere seconds. It took me time but I was able to create a chip that lets me connect to the processing abilities of that brain. As a result, I can now transcribe whatever her special brain processes and, if I so choose, use my own power to convert what I learn into tangible items for my own use. Books, computers, videos, music, and some foodstuffs...
Absolutely fascinating. Perhaps I might be able to refine this system more. Perhaps I can use this to transcribe military plans and strategies as well. All she has to do is actually read them.
12-2-29xx
What’s in a name?
I finally know what to call myself. The comet that brought me here enabled my birth. It’s only logical I pick a name in honor of it.
12-2-9xx
A problem has come up. More than one. It appears natives in the Neutral Zone have taken to arming themselves more efficiently into a militia. Not surprising, but they seem to remember things very well. Infiltrating them will be hard. Perhaps even impossible.
Also, now that idiot scientist and doctor have announced a program to save lives from rare diseases and medical problems using the very mechas that destroyed my father. In other words, instead of one of those machines, they are now going to build dozens for the express purpose of killing things like me.
I will need to prepare for a potential offensive. I will make my own mechas. However, I will also look to find remains of the old Parox warriors to learn what I can about their flaws. I will not make the same mistakes that were made the last time.
EVIDENCE [2/2]
It has only been over three centuries, now. My newest fortress is nearly complete. The Red Armies are finally recovering their numbers, as is the White King with his forces. The current White King, at least. This is so far the 7th White King - the cycle of life for creatures in this universe is so pitifully short in comparison to what is beyond. I must ensure to use this to my advantage when I finally make my move to incorporate the Red Armies to my side.
Meanwhile it has been approximately five months since she has recovered. She’s back into a normal pattern of living, for her at least. Though her unique mind composition does almost all of the work anyways, without even needing to blink, she is still constantly meeting with generals and politicians who come to her about the Star Wars fleet and defense systems. They do not seem to listen to her rationale about employing more individuals like her. They keep telling her, “your amazing brainpower is enough”.
I wonder if they will say that when I at last strike.
I also wonder about her intake of strawberry ice cream. Is it a side effect of her cybernetics that she almost exclusively eats it every night before retiring? Perhaps her cybernetics are fueled by it? I cannot help but be curious, though I can’t rationally see why that matters to be. I shall investigate the strawberry ice cream in this universe to find out.
18-9-5xx
I have infiltrated the orchards of the White King, and have acquired samples of the strawberry ice cream from their rivers. It’s quite frozen, and has no smell, but when I tasted it, it’s surprisingly good. Though I briefly had a headache afterwards. Despite Aunt Marie’s claims, I do not believe it was poisoned, and it seems to have gone away.
I can see why she likes it, though. I wonder what other foods exist. In the meantime I shall need to set up a stable food supply for Aunt Marie, as the stores I was able to salvage are nearing full depletion. I have the room in my fortress to accomplish this now, after all.
1-11-6xx
Spaghetti, bread, and ice cream.
Considering that very few native plants and waters exist in this universe, I have also come to the realization that I may need to use my imagination to create alternative foods. Even if I can survive without food, I don’t know if I can handle Aunt Marie’s complaints about eating nothing but strawberry ice cream and bread. And grapes that don’t make white wine. Her complaining about that is getting irritating.
17-7-8xx
Unfortunately my attempts to create different foods have had limited success. I have managed to create some food items (and bottles of white wine). However, I fear my limited experience prohibits me from fully creating items that I have not in some way personally experienced. And since my own existence is tied into that of this girl’s while I reside in this universe, I have come to realize that I must experience more of the outside through her eyes and ears.
Of course, it’s only to ensure Aunt Marie has adequate food supplies of some nutritional value. And isn’t constantly drunk. She won’t be able to lead a hanger to a closet if she drinks so much.
30-3-9xx
I haven’t been logging much information into my computers. But I have made a breakthrough. I found her going through a library and reading books. Because of her computer brain, she can read books in mere seconds. It took me time but I was able to create a chip that lets me connect to the processing abilities of that brain. As a result, I can now transcribe whatever her special brain processes and, if I so choose, use my own power to convert what I learn into tangible items for my own use. Books, computers, videos, music, and some foodstuffs...
Absolutely fascinating. Perhaps I might be able to refine this system more. Perhaps I can use this to transcribe military plans and strategies as well. All she has to do is actually read them.
12-2-29xx
What’s in a name?
I finally know what to call myself. The comet that brought me here enabled my birth. It’s only logical I pick a name in honor of it.
12-2-9xx
A problem has come up. More than one. It appears natives in the Neutral Zone have taken to arming themselves more efficiently into a militia. Not surprising, but they seem to remember things very well. Infiltrating them will be hard. Perhaps even impossible.
Also, now that idiot scientist and doctor have announced a program to save lives from rare diseases and medical problems using the very mechas that destroyed my father. In other words, instead of one of those machines, they are now going to build dozens for the express purpose of killing things like me.
I will need to prepare for a potential offensive. I will make my own mechas. However, I will also look to find remains of the old Parox warriors to learn what I can about their flaws. I will not make the same mistakes that were made the last time.
I will not be defeated. I can’t be.