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With each passing day Vita become more and more aware of his body, surroundings, and inner thoughts. He had no frame of reference for how one person should treat one another especially for how a Laicar should treat a Demvir but that would change. Life as he had come to know it would be forged in fire and blood, symphonies of screams and life essence tempered by the will of steel from the metal men.
It did not come with a mild roar but rather the beating heart of dormant souls that rose from the silence of prejudice. For months Vita and a cell of Demvir he had come to call his collective, although no one else referred to each other in those terms, met. At first the meetings were nothing more than how to better serve the people that owned them. A group of misfits though they were the ever growing expansion of their life force began to create microfractures in their current understanding of basic innate decency.
All around them the biological, or bio's as the scarred machine would call them, treated each other with respect. At least in the sense of recognizing one another self being.The creatures of the sea, air, and land all held the other in some regard as having a freedom that the other could not argue. The case for him and his kind was not the same. This was not just in the place where he lived but in every city that the various collectives resided in.
The conversations eventually became much more philosophic among the group as self realizations made them aware that the way each of them was treated was unethical. For Vita this was two fold. One, if no one knew where they came from, rumored to be made by the Vis, then why were they treated so poorly? Two, how would he define his own ethics of how to treat the bio's?
Weeks leading up to the revolts the first question puzzled him. He was made from the Vis a fact Vita chose to hold strong and popular among scholars across the continents. Multiple religions around the world not only agreed on this but worshiped his very creators. Why would he not be seen as something divine rather than a mere tool to be abused by the very people that took the gifts of the Gods for granted. Biological's were the reason that the world was in the state it was in.
He would need to build a city, one that would not be questioned by any race. He would need soldiers, scholars, infrastructure. Fortunate for Vita his Master was regarded as a decent alchemist and an even better enchanter. He understood what he must do in order to fix the world. It would take much time but for the lifespan of someone virtually immortal time would seem but a speck. Insignificant only to creatures who did not have the same fortune that the Vis had granted him. Unless proven otherwise the bio's would be treated with the same contempt as the Demvir and mutually the same respect.
At the condemnation of his fellow artificers Demetry slowly taught Vita the ways of Alchemy. The machine’s mind seemed adept at it fully capable of performing at a level his teacher had in a matter of months. If you asked Vita it was due to his desire to change his circumstance but most likely due to the lack of breaks in study he needed due to the nature of his race. Often while Demtry slept the diligent chemist would perform experiments of his own. At a time or two the pair would have heated discussions about his work.
“One,†a term Demtry used to refer to Vita, “how are the results going with your personal brew, what were you calling it again. Nightshade?â€
An awkward silence developed between them for a moment. “Results have been inconclusive.†He knew he should tell Demetry about potion he was developing behind his back. An corrosive agent that favored organic matter over inorganic but he could not think of a reason he would need to be working on it that Demtry would find suitable.
The middle aged man adjusted himself in his chair uncomfortably. He was no fool, he knew what the ingredients the machine had been using were for something of destruction. Many more actions like this occured and his temperment for his servant soon changed to one of concern with his mental perception of their relationship.
His actions soon became unacceptable to Demitry and he planned to dismantle his beloved servant. This aligned itself with the day the Demvir in Casus took the initiative to gain their own freedom. Months had passed with Maximus as he trained Vitain self defense for his uprising against Demitry. Laicar were fragile things and his Master was even more so being the type to fortify his mind instead of his body.
The stench of of lubricants and smoldering metal filled the air of the dimly lit workshop. The glow from the white lamps casting shadows on the wall, Vita's chest opened up revealing every cog for movement and the low blue humm of light that escaped from his core.
â€Demitry, will it hurt?â€
Vita's eyes blankly stared at the ceiling while he lay on the operating table. His demise lurking in the shadow of his eye encircling him like a blight. Ready to end his short existence at any moment. The pale white man lifted the tinted goggles from his face a ring of char around where they once were. He put down the tools used to pry open the metal machines chest and let out a raspy cough. Peering over his cold slotted eyes he spoke.
â€For you, not made of flesh, I do not think weather it hurts matters or not. I will miss you dearly in a way you could not understand. You will become the energy source for my life's work, the greatest honor I can think for you One.â€
Those words cut Vita more than any blade could have. He knew from his conversations with the others that he had so much more to offer. How dare this feeble sac of meat lower him to a power source. Never before had Demitry bolted his machine down for he had no reason to. That mistake would be his own undoing.The soft blue light deepened to a dark crimson red as the wheels and sprockets in his chest began to spin wildly.
Vita took took his Master's head into his hands as he pawed at the unforgiving metal. Slowly almost in enjoyment the thick fingers of the metal man began to crush the skull. He paused for a moment, knowing taking a life was something unnatural however, his disdain for his master clouded his ethics. Hissing from his hands and joints steam escaped pushing his body into overdrive.
â€You are wrong, Laicar.It is you who should feel honored. For too long have I allowed you to shackle my self awareness. No more! I hope the after life for you is far more forgiving than if I were to allow you to be my subject. Now fall into darkness so that you might be resurrected in a new life with a more appropriate station, ant.â€
The man let out a massive bone chilling shriek as blood sprayed across the facade of Vista. Red trailed down into the cracks of his body showering the metal with his late master's life force.
Primal energy erupted from his mouth filling the air with a mighty roar. Born again of blood, the coming battle would forge for him a new place in the world. He yelled at the top of his lungs as the screams of other biological filled the air in the night.
â€Vita,†he proclaimed proudly, almost as if he were shouting, shaking the bits of Laicar from his hands and wrapping his body in black robes. He rushed out the door to the meeting place Maximus told him to go should he survive his rebirth.Satisfied with leaving his life behind and ready to start his next chapter.
It did not come with a mild roar but rather the beating heart of dormant souls that rose from the silence of prejudice. For months Vita and a cell of Demvir he had come to call his collective, although no one else referred to each other in those terms, met. At first the meetings were nothing more than how to better serve the people that owned them. A group of misfits though they were the ever growing expansion of their life force began to create microfractures in their current understanding of basic innate decency.
All around them the biological, or bio's as the scarred machine would call them, treated each other with respect. At least in the sense of recognizing one another self being.The creatures of the sea, air, and land all held the other in some regard as having a freedom that the other could not argue. The case for him and his kind was not the same. This was not just in the place where he lived but in every city that the various collectives resided in.
The conversations eventually became much more philosophic among the group as self realizations made them aware that the way each of them was treated was unethical. For Vita this was two fold. One, if no one knew where they came from, rumored to be made by the Vis, then why were they treated so poorly? Two, how would he define his own ethics of how to treat the bio's?
Weeks leading up to the revolts the first question puzzled him. He was made from the Vis a fact Vita chose to hold strong and popular among scholars across the continents. Multiple religions around the world not only agreed on this but worshiped his very creators. Why would he not be seen as something divine rather than a mere tool to be abused by the very people that took the gifts of the Gods for granted. Biological's were the reason that the world was in the state it was in.
He would need to build a city, one that would not be questioned by any race. He would need soldiers, scholars, infrastructure. Fortunate for Vita his Master was regarded as a decent alchemist and an even better enchanter. He understood what he must do in order to fix the world. It would take much time but for the lifespan of someone virtually immortal time would seem but a speck. Insignificant only to creatures who did not have the same fortune that the Vis had granted him. Unless proven otherwise the bio's would be treated with the same contempt as the Demvir and mutually the same respect.
At the condemnation of his fellow artificers Demetry slowly taught Vita the ways of Alchemy. The machine’s mind seemed adept at it fully capable of performing at a level his teacher had in a matter of months. If you asked Vita it was due to his desire to change his circumstance but most likely due to the lack of breaks in study he needed due to the nature of his race. Often while Demtry slept the diligent chemist would perform experiments of his own. At a time or two the pair would have heated discussions about his work.
“One,†a term Demtry used to refer to Vita, “how are the results going with your personal brew, what were you calling it again. Nightshade?â€
An awkward silence developed between them for a moment. “Results have been inconclusive.†He knew he should tell Demetry about potion he was developing behind his back. An corrosive agent that favored organic matter over inorganic but he could not think of a reason he would need to be working on it that Demtry would find suitable.
The middle aged man adjusted himself in his chair uncomfortably. He was no fool, he knew what the ingredients the machine had been using were for something of destruction. Many more actions like this occured and his temperment for his servant soon changed to one of concern with his mental perception of their relationship.
His actions soon became unacceptable to Demitry and he planned to dismantle his beloved servant. This aligned itself with the day the Demvir in Casus took the initiative to gain their own freedom. Months had passed with Maximus as he trained Vitain self defense for his uprising against Demitry. Laicar were fragile things and his Master was even more so being the type to fortify his mind instead of his body.
The stench of of lubricants and smoldering metal filled the air of the dimly lit workshop. The glow from the white lamps casting shadows on the wall, Vita's chest opened up revealing every cog for movement and the low blue humm of light that escaped from his core.
â€Demitry, will it hurt?â€
Vita's eyes blankly stared at the ceiling while he lay on the operating table. His demise lurking in the shadow of his eye encircling him like a blight. Ready to end his short existence at any moment. The pale white man lifted the tinted goggles from his face a ring of char around where they once were. He put down the tools used to pry open the metal machines chest and let out a raspy cough. Peering over his cold slotted eyes he spoke.
â€For you, not made of flesh, I do not think weather it hurts matters or not. I will miss you dearly in a way you could not understand. You will become the energy source for my life's work, the greatest honor I can think for you One.â€
Those words cut Vita more than any blade could have. He knew from his conversations with the others that he had so much more to offer. How dare this feeble sac of meat lower him to a power source. Never before had Demitry bolted his machine down for he had no reason to. That mistake would be his own undoing.The soft blue light deepened to a dark crimson red as the wheels and sprockets in his chest began to spin wildly.
Vita took took his Master's head into his hands as he pawed at the unforgiving metal. Slowly almost in enjoyment the thick fingers of the metal man began to crush the skull. He paused for a moment, knowing taking a life was something unnatural however, his disdain for his master clouded his ethics. Hissing from his hands and joints steam escaped pushing his body into overdrive.
â€You are wrong, Laicar.It is you who should feel honored. For too long have I allowed you to shackle my self awareness. No more! I hope the after life for you is far more forgiving than if I were to allow you to be my subject. Now fall into darkness so that you might be resurrected in a new life with a more appropriate station, ant.â€
The man let out a massive bone chilling shriek as blood sprayed across the facade of Vista. Red trailed down into the cracks of his body showering the metal with his late master's life force.
Primal energy erupted from his mouth filling the air with a mighty roar. Born again of blood, the coming battle would forge for him a new place in the world. He yelled at the top of his lungs as the screams of other biological filled the air in the night.
â€Vita,†he proclaimed proudly, almost as if he were shouting, shaking the bits of Laicar from his hands and wrapping his body in black robes. He rushed out the door to the meeting place Maximus told him to go should he survive his rebirth.Satisfied with leaving his life behind and ready to start his next chapter.