Date: Mörsugur 18th, 598. (Alt: 31st Dec, 598 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
Valyria walked through with a more traditional apron dress, which had red and bluish accents entirely woven into leaf-like patterns throughout. It fluttered during her walk.
The top of the apron was adorned with a thinner tunic of whitened wool that was made with leftover materials, all connected through a guarded brooch made of hardened steel provided by the (elemental farm.) Yufren's handiwork with his steadier, younger hands.
About the symbols, they appeared to match many different plants from other continents that Heath would show, from their normal oaks and spruces, to the fig, laurel and lotus leaves. Representing fertility, fidelity, love, longevity, purity and strength. "How was this made? Had they used the new sewing machines we provided?" Heath thinks they have, as it would take days to make such clothing, yet this was done in a single night. "Yes, Papa. They did a lovely job." Heath could tell they followed the techniques shown by the textile runic injector.
"It is wonderful craftsmanship. I give compliments to all five of them for their magnificent work." Gorm uses more French-origin-based words due to their exotic nature, while the traditional words they had worked, these sounded fancier to his tastes.
She sits down by their group and converse, an Auto came by and gave the same choices of drinks and snacks to her. It then walks off. "Why did you not choose to get treats for yourself, kid?" Heath waves a caramelised apple in front of her face. "This looks appealing, no?" He gives a show by nomming on it, making Valyria giggle. "I want to see what your world looks like without food pulling me away, Papa." Just as she says that, the lights dim, a moment is sat in silence before a private, panoramic 3D view of the movie appears in the centre.
"I know all of you will enjoy this." Heath says before taking a swig of his decantered drink. The shot moves to a view of a skyline over an apartment complex that had a direct view of the Golden Gate Bridge in front of a sunset, that then slowly moves into the apartment. . !
(As to not spoil the film, I will skip over the majority.) Action-packed, cold, efficient and ruthless, Denzel Washington played the role to a tee in the way the character of Robert McCall was portrayed as a bringer of justice to a crime-ridden world. Every scene was shown through multiple lenses, and to what the viewers of this world could not understand? A hidden feature was added into the show, a memory player, an ambient, read-only system that shows what objects and weapons they represent in scenes.
Something Heath had been cooking up a few nights prior, which would also be good for less fearful, intrusive methods. Even if the runic injector does not stab, it only indents now into the nape. And ooh boy, the music gave some *OOMPH* to these recreated scenes.
The people of the Völsung Clan, after learning of the crimes and mistreatment of the innocent by the villains, saw great satisfaction to their punishment and death by The Atoner. A few of them, due to their realm's sense of morality, believed that many of said 'evils' should not have been given a chance to repent, but they understood it was similar to Heath's own, though much more extreme. The show ends, and the lights slowly turn back on for them to quickly adjust. "So, did you enjoy the film?" Heath chuffs towards them.
"Many of your scenes and technologies were quite beautiful, though I believe you should not have given schematics of those weapons to everyone here." Gorm speaks in almost perfectly fluent modern Russian, as provided by the film. He then quickly switches back to Norse.
"Though, such weaponry would be impossible for most to produce here, so I see no harm. As long as such knowledge is not shown to those outside." He says, knowing of the safeguards put throughout both his original home and the Cavern. "It simply made it easier to understand." Heath shrugs while speaking, "I at least had not shown Oppenheimer." He gave a toothy grin. Others looked confused. "The one about using nuclear weapons I told you about." Many who had heard of their destructive power reacted with great shock.
"Only show that in writing, NEVER show those damn schematics." Leif speaks in perfect American English, finding the language helps show greater expressivity. As everyone there watched the film, they understood and gave no response as assent.
"And we still have to make those magic-bullet-based guns I talked about." Heath jokes, and Sigrid elbows his forearm, which made him rub it. "Felt like metal, you wearing armour underneath that thick coat?" He asks. Sigrid shows this by pulling the sleeve up for the arm and elbow guards of a steel plate to be fully visible. "Courtesy of Yufren and Valyria. Refitting your runed armour to my form worked well." She acted wistful before she got up. "Let us see if food is available?" She rhetorically questions before also giving a hand to Leif.
They walk to the stands hidden by the back, and the others are left behind. "How many caricatures are there, on your tram?" Gorm asks, and the rest around them listen. "There is enough space for 20 if spaced between 2 carts each, I have only made 5." Heath answers.
"Yes, me, you, my son, Sigrid and Valyria. Who will be next?" Gorm raises his hands, as if to grasp knowledge that is not there. "And did you use your memory magic to perfectly replicate our voices?" Egill asks from afar, while still sitting next to Jorg, Bjorn and Marja.
"I was going to let you choose that, Gorm. And yes, Egill, it was!" Heath showed courtesy for the one who originally owned these lands. "So, why is she wearing armour?" Heath wondered as he believed this newly created safe haven was, well, safe.
"We had not thought to tell you, but in a few hours we will be travelling to deal with the last of the Dökkálfar." Eirikr was the one to state after everyone else kept quiet. "And none of you felt like telling me? I can still fight without my magic." Heath gave high confidence.
"You had to magically enhance yourself to reach their agility, while we have better experience at predicting their moves. And with your equipment, it should be easy. We do not wish to give you an incentive to use magic in case there are any 'sudden changes.'" Gorm slapped Heath's arm in the same spot he was elbowed as a reminder. "We can track them down, trust us. Go and rest, as you have earned it." Gorm walks off to meet up with his son and daughter-in-law. *"The Clan Leader is right."* They say in unison and trail behind.
Heath stares towards his daughter. "So, what now, kid?" Heath looked around, seeing most people have walked out now, there are a few still there talking about the show, there were even some in the background who looked like they were looking towards something.
He stares behind himself, but sees nothing there. He realises they are looking towards him. So, he and Valyria walk off and through the pathway, a new idea appearing in Heath's head. "You know about how I explained evolution in all its forms, from biological to memetic?" Heath said in an almost cursed expression. "Yes, Papa?" She walks a bit further away from him with his visage. "How about we summon an ancient God?" Everything goes still, all the people around him look towards him, and a sudden pitter-patter of feet can be heard from where the stands are. A sudden leap into action and a punch landed at Heath's back.
"NO SUMMONING GODS!" Leif responds in a slight huff. Heath turns around and acts in a jocular manner to reduce the tension. "Aw, but he may be a link to the creation of many of the deities of other surrounding religions, including your own." Heath smiles.
"Even so, it would be best for you not to state it. If you are right and this was the 'splitting point' between different deities, then it may call them all upon us." Leif's comment made Heath silently laugh. 'Guess I cannot call 𒀭𒂗𒆤 (Enlil.)' He thinks to himself sarcastically. Happy that the ruse worked to bring them out. "I knew you would come around, even without magic I felt someone watching us." He shifts his eyes from side to side, between Leif and Sigrid. "We felt the need to ask of you, could we use your hilts to make those weapons?"
Heath raises his eyebrows. "That should work, from what I remember from when we designed it, there was a range of 5-Model km (≈ 1.6161-km (1.0042-mi.)) in front of it self. With the wides it can be about your own shoulder width, Leif." He cups his own chin.
"Though the more of this 'portal blade' you form, and the further away you form it from the hilt, it will waste more of the battery than it can recharge itself. Set the limit to a fifth of that, you only need that much." Heath pictures it and sets some small rules to himself. "May I?" He holds out his hand, and Leif gives it back. 'Glock.' Heath thinks to himself, and a portal shapes around the short hilt in a way to mimic the weapon, but more enlarged and from the end of its point there is the barrel, it did not perfectly match but it worked functionally.
"I will try firing singular 'portal bullets' to see if it works. We would better move away from this crowded area." He looks around, and they see them still standing around looking at him. "It was a joke about summoning a God, everyone can start moving!" Heath hollers out.
So they all moved in unison, they tried the tram again as it was faster, then they travelled through the starting portal and to where the now-empty temporary campsite is. A further distance away and now they are at a very flat plain of empty grass and Heath aims upwards towards the sky. He had set up a trigger thought known as 'fire,' so as soon as he thinks of it, it will do so. 'Fire.' A silent portal bullet gets launched at a speed beyond what a mennskr's eyes can track. He repeats this trigger thought and every time there is only a blue line seen.
"I had created 10 of such hilts, which I gave one to you and Sigrid, then Agnarr, Asdos, Egill, Eirikr, Gorm, Hervor and Valyria. A split of 5 long hilts and 5 short hilts, there is one final hilt I have no idea who to give it to. Do either of you want it?" Heath brings out the last long hilt.
"You could use it to make a weightless shield that blocks all attacks~" He moves it closer to Sigrid, who would use a spear and shield combo. She takes the cue and holds it now, creating a hoplite shield to hold the spear Antler from its indented edge. Her face was kept blank, yet her eyes were of extreme confidence. Now, she thinks aloud with her expression. "Could I use my hilt for the spear as a hand cannon or shotgun?" And so it added a barrel to its side at an angle for a more comfortable grip, and she has recreated a SPAS-12.
The handle was too long, so there is a stick where the sightline would be, but you could still shoulder or side-shoot it. Either way, she tests it by firing at the sky, and she sees the round of 10 portal bullets spread in a small arc. Theatrical with its luminescence, and very deadly.
"All without recoil." She says to herself, now looking towards Leif like she has a one-up over his own. "Such a battle against the Dökkálfar will be a simple task by this point." Gorm says from behind Leif, "Were you not still eating, father?" Leif relaxes slightly while being in front of him, but still does not turn around. "It was a quick break, was all." Gorm gave a faux-austere response before walking towards Heath and pats him on the shoulder. "You truly give too much, even with a punishment. You are making me rethink my decision, Heath."
He lets go to turn towards the ranged weaponry in their arsenal, but he pauses when he hears what Heath says. "I would rather still follow it, as rather than focusing on magic growth, I may instead lean into more material studies." Heath would explain his optimisations.
"First, I would focus on a way for direct consciousness transfer and sensory sharing through devices, to allow people to work off-site and for them not to be in danger, like the drones shown from my technology runic injector. Then I would create a gaming and movie system through a recreated internet to allow for all of my realm's knowledge to be provided and easily distributable." Heath stops, Gorm raises a hand. "No weapons of mass destruction schematics, then you have my agreement." He lowers it to use our form of a handshake.
Heath quickly agrees to it by grasping it firmly, making one up-and-down motion for it to be set in steel. "Let us see the path you take." Egill vaguely tempers before they all drift off mentally while walking in the same direction. They say goodbye, that is that.
Heath turns down towards the room he had crashed in for a night with Valyria in tow, they talk about many of Earth's original technologies and concepts, which led to them to create a 'pod' of sorts. Through a combination of automatic muscle-stimulatory systems to maintain or even possibly enhance toning, optimal nutrition cycles per individual to allow for said body to keep proper body composition and internal health, and scanning with the usage of the magic shown beforehand to deal with illnesses borne externally or genetically-
It would allow them to eternally keep themselves in a private cubicle if necessary. To interact with the real world as a synthetic 'sleeve' body, or for them to access their own digital lounge, like in virtual reality, while keeping all sensations fully in tune with the device.
The first game Heath will add is Universe Sandbox². And with Heath having over 2,300 hours in that game from when he had first bought it in the beta to when he would study astronomy in his free time, he believes he can recreate many of the planet's angular orbits, speeds and distances to a low margin of error. 'I would update it to be more accurate once further data is given.' Heath pushed his eyes upwards, almost like he was trying to stare into his own mind. "First, a storage system for such a beast of a program." Heath clicks his fingers.
Again, and again, and again. He remembers from when he repaired and set it up through the direct hardware and how he had isolated and gerry-rigged some extra parts to it for other functionality, yet he does not believe it would be enough. AHA, a EEUURREEKKAA!
"A synthetically manufactured DNA medium!" 'Of course! Unlike the G-RAID SHUTTLE 8 that I had owned for my old experiments, this storage system can hold billions of times more information than 192 terabytes. If a box about the same size were made, it would be about, uh. A few ronnabytes, give or take?' He smiles. "How could I create a DNA replicator and manipulator, however?" Now he pulled a very constipated face. 'Wish I could have gone further, like electronic quantum holography, but I do not have the theoretical knowledge.'
Heath tries to picture the way for developing an artificial CRISPR medium through the known systems, or if that were not possible, through the alternatives of FANA ASO, NgAgo, RLR platforms, TALENs or ZFNs. 'But how to glean this through magic without breaking the rules?'
*Tap, tap, tap* He hits the side of his forehead with enough force to do minor sound claps with the amount of strength he has. "Hey kid." Heath stared towards her with the eyes of a mad scientist. "Does absorbing magic and transferring it to me for the sigil on my hand count as me using my own magic?" 'Of course it would not, but better check.' He becomes internally giddy with himself. "No, you could do that, Papa. And stop that scary face." She kisses his forehead, snapping him out of it. "Sorry." Heath now simply rubs his hands.
'Heath, you mad dog, you did it again.' He hides his cackles through a tense face. "Let us go to the farms, there is much to do." They creep off through the afternoon without anyone spotting them somehow, and they reach the farms as expected.
Valyria directs a few of the bonus Autos to transport the copper ingots into a large singular pile, and while silver and gold may not be as magically active, they still brought them over as they still had enough mystical properties to be absorbed. Valyria became the perfect person for this job, disposing all of this suddenly purified magic directly through to Heath's sigilled hand. It glowed with enough light that it would have been a beacon to all the Gods if not for the protective measures around the Cavern. Now like the beginning, 3. . . 2. . . 1. . .
The knowledge has been transferred in a single blinding flash, so much so that it bled through the walls of the (elemental farm.) So hot that it felt like they were standing in a vat of burning oil, yet it did not vaporise their clothes, it was purely from a soul's perspective.
They were strong enough to withstand it, but the golems closest to them could not. Two malfunctioned under this extreme 'heat,' moving away through an inbuilt defence mechanism and calling for the help of Bus golems. They were directly brought in, they collected these now damaged Autos, and they ran out like their little proto-souls depended on it. "WHAT IN THE NINE REALMS ARE YOU DOING?!" Leif screamed while being protected behind Sigrid's now-formed tower shield. "JUST A MOMENT!" Heath felt it start to trickle down.
A moment passed that felt too long, and the light was gone. Agnarr, Gorm, Hervor, Leif and Sigrid ran to them and gave Heath the biggest sucker punch to his gut they could all muster together. It barely made him flinch, yet he still looked emotionally hurt from it.
"What was that for?" Heath rubbed his now charred hand over the back of his head. He felt the texture and then looked at it. "Oh-" *"YES, OH!"* The gaggle said together.