She had originally been in the laboratory, patiently undergoing the testing, the rigorous repetitions, and the trials of making her second AI, so what on earth is she doing in this foreign world?
A powerfully and mysteriously attractive young lady who was sitting on the Chesterfield chair with her legs crossed was contemplating everything that happened with a straight face.
At first, she was also confused. She was still working on her completed artificial intelligence machine and was only waiting for it to copy all the data from the earth.
However, she suddenly went to sleep. Was that right? Was it because she was so exhausted that she collapsed to the ground and fell asleep?
While frowning in her heart, she disagreed. She knows it was not that simple, as when she woke up, she was now in a different but familiar place.
It was not a laboratory filled with mechanical tools that she knew but a bedroom that looked familiar. It must be familiar to her because it is a Victorian-style bedroom like in the 21st century, where she came from.
That is right, she had concluded that she transgressed into this galactic world after dying of overwork!
Looking outside the sash window, she did not see a tree or a road like how a view from a window would be, only nothing but a sky!
Mysteriously, she was not surprised.
As expected of a tech enthusiast, she cannot be surprised by a floating island. Currently, she is residing in one of the mansions of Haven Island.
Now that she was in a galactic world with a futuristic civilization, she might as well turn a new leaf.
"I am looking forward to this life," she mused calmly.
Just as though she wanted to tell herself that she would not live like she used to.
Absolutely, she would not overwork herself again and would enjoy her time in this foreign world.
No matter how shocking this course of events is, she can only ignore it and think unrealistically. It is because everything feels too real to be a dream.
At this moment, she was greeting a guest in the living room. Sitting on the Chesterfield sofa at the right side, he broke out in a sweat while he slid a black folder across the glass of the Chesterfield coffee table toward the lady in the front.
"This is the death certificate of the deceased Ruth Thalia. Please accept it," he respectfully stated. Without waiting for the lady to respond, he already stood up to bid his farewell. He had already wiped his sweat off of his temple, leaving his handkerchief wet, as he was the only one speaking between them two.
Striding towards the entrance as if a monster were coming after him, he had already stepped away from the living room when a cold voice that was neither servitude nor overbearing finally responded after a one-sided conversation.
"Who is Ruth Thalia?"
When the man in the formal suit heard this, he could not help but be shocked. He turned around and faced her with confusion. But in the next moment, he looked at her with sympathy. The quick speed of his expression changing across his face was funny to look at.
However, with a serious and bothered look, he finally spoke.
"She is your grandmother, Miss Eve," After he informed her, he hurriedly bowed and scurried away.
Shocked by what the man said, Nyx started contemplating the host of the body she was occupying.
On the other hand, this host even had the same name as her. Other than her name and the last moment before her death, she could not remember anything.
Regardless of her cold and straight face, she could not help but frown in sadness in her heart.
"What a poor girl." She commented.
According to that man, who introduced himself as the assistant of the grand marshal, the host's grandma died because of an incurable disease. And unfortunately, she was the only family member of the host that she could depend on.
In spite of this remark, she could not help but feel a sense of loss and remorse. She could not explain it, however; it might be related to the body's host.
For a second, she thought that she would need to burn two incense sticks and make offerings to the host and 'her' grandma.
On the contrary, the host is already considered dead because she occupied the body.
Thinking this, she could not help but feel guilty.
Holding the documents, she found another paper at the back of the death certificate. It is a blank sheet of white paper that has an unusual symbol on the bottom right corner.
Not knowing what it was, she uttered unconsciously, "Scan it." The next moment, a vibrant mechanical voice resounded through her mind. "Yes, my lady!"
Shocked again, Nyx contemplated behind the voice.
Before she transgressed into this world, she remembered that she had successfully made her second artificial intelligence system. Being a capable engineer scientist, she designed the AI with humanoid behavior. She had named it Lumière and decided on its gender as a female AI-driven robot.
When she ordered it to copy all the data from Earth, she patiently waited for it while packing up. However, she fell asleep after a long hour of waiting. The next thing that happened was that she was in a different world.
She did not expect that Lumière, with no physical body, would go with her; instead, it stayed in her mind. She could not explain the mystery behind this; however, she would assess herself in the future.
In another sense, she felt relieved and touched at the same time. In a foreign place with no one accompanying her or anything she recognized, she felt continual loneliness. However, with the AI accompanying her, she felt less lonely.
Lumière, who had earned her master's affection, started scanning the synthetic paper, and after 5 seconds, she reported her analysis.
"My lady, this paper is a synthetic paper that is water-proof and durable! It also used materials to add a function of a fingerprint sensor. Once the recipient scans her/his fingerprint in the bottom right corner, any form of message will appear dedicated to them. No danger was detected."
She disregards the content of what the AI said; when Nyx heard her energetic voice, she was somewhat taken aback; however, she did not regret inputting this as Lumière's tone as it felt warm and lively.
Simply put, this synthetic paper was like an experiment using invisible ink to send a secret message. There is no doubt that such a document is important to the host.
Without any hesitation, she scanned her finger, and as expected, a message appeared on the blank paper. However, the content of the paper left her dumbfounded.