Within his the chambers of his Omni-Room, surrounded by his work. Solomon was accompanied by his Oracle assistant MARTHA who was currently tinkering with her own inventions. "Due to the isolation of magnetic poles , the quasi-particles of monopoles have become stabilized, allowing the formation of magmatter." Solomon usually thought aloud, it came from the subconscious feeling that if he spoke his findings into the universe, it would listen. It would, somehow and some way, uncover the next steps of his innovation, it give him one step closer to a true theory of all things. MARTHA recorded his thought sessions in silence, doing so to play them back, so it could learn more, and potentially remind him of his progress. "Magmatter can be bested used in the formation of cloth, much more efficiently than Neutron Matter due to its flexibility while retaining its massive tensile strength. However, it is more suspectible to magnetic pulses than neutron matter." His innovation wasn't its endgoal, in fact one of the steps to a much larger project. And as always , it centered around better understanding of Ergo.
The Blue Scholar completed his work, but even with his current level of technology, the process of creation would still take time. Leveling him to the thing he dreaded the most: having nothing to distract him. To distract him from the potential impossibility of understanding Ergo, to distract him from the potential insignificance of his works, and the worse feeling imaginable, to distract him from his failure to save his family. He didn't dare blame Ergo, figuring it had a higher reasoning for selecting him, even if the actions that followed were because of it. Leaving the room in his silent reflection, he headed towards the one of the window panes. From there, he watched the universe, not admiring it for its beauty,but studying it. He hoped to find something to distract himself from his previous disappointments. Yet, even in this state, he found nothing worthwhile. There was an Earth like his own, but he didn't wish to repeat the past.
Solomon was never a military man, never a warrior, nor any officer of sort. However, he felt as if he has now been thrust into a war, both internal and external, against the other sentient life around him. He questioned everyone's innocence, as before he was naive enough to assume the alien species weren't prone to the some faults humanity was, but he learned. He learned that the desire to become stronger and overtake the weaker ones wasn't a human fault, it was the consequence of intelligence. One he, begrudgingly, admits to be prone to. He felt the touch of a hand placed upon his shoulder, he wasn't alerted as he knew it was his Oracle. MARTHA stood next to him, feeling his frustration. "You're wrong" It's tone was stoic, as the two watched out towards space.
Her statement lit a spark of curiosity in Astron, she wasn't acting under the personality he intended for it to be. Instead, she was developing her own, and instead of being afraid he felt intrigued. "Why so?" Solomon was well aware of it being able to make out the thoughts within his positron-cloud mind, so he didn't bother to ask.
"Because if that were true, you would be a conquer. You have a beyond universal power in your hands, Ergo, and even with her progress you can cause massive terror in your search for knowledge." The Orcale Assistant took a deep breath, she collected her thoughts as they were firing. "The act of conquer isn't the consequence of intelligence, it is the consequences of desire. A primal desire to become better. And those who are truly intelligent, have put that desire aside"
Solomon listened to his creationit, no, she, seemed to be drawing from experiences he never membered her having. It was becoming more alive and in doing so it become more "human". "Besides, if you think like you that you'll become paranoid and you'd never share your findings with anyone." She left him, her statement floating in the air in a playful manner, but it held some truth in her words. He looked at the Earth once more and its unusual number of guardians, and idea came to mind. Using his Oracle's advice, he prepared to visit the mirrored version of his home. Hoping to see if his Martha would be here.
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