Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 57: Aswad 4 of 15 “To Act” (Part 01)

About 14 years ago in the kingdom of Moloia, exactly two years after the Civil War in the land of metals and machinery ended. Year 2,679 of the Pendulum Calendar, in one of the laboratories of a city under the authority of the Technology Development and Research Faction.

Cold steel walls, metal doors and iron floors. From the outside the place looks like a factory, most of the buildings are built with concrete and steel wire, the lights at several angles and the operational drive source are powered by an underground nuclear power plant.

In the building, there are several special places from the laboratory scope located in the corner of the city. Of the few that exist, the core building of the scope of the place is a two-story building with no exit windows or ventilation, only has one main door that is heavily guarded by several soldiers.

The place is dominated by pure white and gray, the structure does not consider the evacuation route as if what is stored in the big box must be maintained at any cost.

Entering the building, on the front only contains office spaces to process research results and how much administration. All those who worked in the windowless building outside were civil servants, most of them wearing laboratory robes and a small number were soldiers who guarded the security of the place.

Electrically powered incandescent lamps are not unusual in that place, they are everywhere. Air conditioners are installed in several rooms, projectors for presentations are available in each discussion room and the laboratory already uses tools made of glass and synthetic materials.

Since the civil war ended, the focus of research for weapons has been drastically reduced and the allocation of existing funds is directed to the research shutter of quality of life improvement. Development of botanical sciences for agrarian engineering, development of medical science and genetic manipulation, development of city layout, and a wide range of sciences developed in different directions — Not for weapons, but for weapons, but the importance of development and many people.

Some scholars who were discussing in the hallway, some people who were reading while walking so enthusiastically with research, and in the rooms can be peered from the window of a discussion and ongoing research.

Although without adequate access in and out of the building, inside the building has strict security and accident anticipation. Automatic extinguishers at every corner of the ceiling, iron wall dividers that can pull in and out using panels, and many glass windows in each room to ensure mutual safety and mutual supervision.

“Your system layout is defective in system part B18...”

One of the scholars approached his colleague who was leaning against the wall. The woman wearing white robes stood by the door holding a board of report papers, she slightly sighed and waited for the research leader to finish doing another experiment inside.

“What's up?” tanyanya with a little annoyed because of the arrival of his colleague. Turning his eyes, he complained, “I was dizzy taking care of research on genetic engineering potatoes and types of sweet potatoes in order to grow in soil containing radiation. Just get to the point.”

The brunette tied-up woman jerked to get a sharp look from her partner. He tidied up his glasses, slightly tidied up his laboratory robe and immediately handed over the report paper he was carrying.

“If this is used for residents, instead of going to use greening space? Hasn't Nartaya already issued a decision for greening?” said the woman in glasses.

Receiving and reading carefully the report, the woman with a stale look and blackened eye bags let out a light sigh. He put away his blonde bangs that came down while reading the report while looking down, then lightly said, “Ah, about the B18 system? That ... there was a change from the boss. Other branches have found new planting systems in limited fields. I don't really understand it, but the planting methods are called hydroponics, tabulampot, and vertikultlur .... Their discoveries have been approved and put into plan. I'm here also being directed to complete another report related to it.”

“Other branches? Don't say ...”

“Ya, Ma’tar Branch. The branch whose research leader was last year had just been made a concubine by our King ..”

“Tch! Basic licker!” The bespectacled woman's mimic instantly turned irritated, turned her face away and grumbled, “What she sold the body to be able to quickly promote ..”.

“Trust not ...” The blonde woman rolled her eyeballs to the side, then in a slightly lazy tone said, “His research, that person's intelligence is indeed genuine. He had also gained the trust of Rhea to hold one of the SS-level research rooms in the basement of this building...”

“Di ... bring here no security level SS?”

The bespectacled scholar was shocked, staring gaping and completely new to the matter. In the level of information sharing, the level of security is divided into several levels and the level of SS is one of the highest.

“Ah, your rank still can not access that information, yes?” The woman with the blackened eye bags slightly breathed a tired breath, patted the shoulder of the colleague before her and said, “Sorry, I can't tell you more .... When your rank qualifies, I am happy to share this info with you ...”

“Hmm ...” The bespectacled woman simply fell silent, lowered her face and felt small because she could only access B-level information and it took a very long administrative process.

“Already ...” The woman with the blackened eye pouch immediately patted her colleague on the head, then lightly said, “Go back to your room and take care of the others. After I discuss this report with the research lead, I will return and continue the design ...”

“Ba-Good, senior ...”

Restrictions on such information are reasonable. Not just in the laboratory, but in all the research sites in Moloia. Information — Knowledge is the most valuable thing for the people of Moloia. They appreciate it because they realize it can change the flow of political, social, economic, and even cultural gaze.

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Underneath the laboratory building, there is a special research site with access to high-level information in the kingdom of Moloia. Not many people know of its existence let alone what research is done in the place, he said, even those who work there are only a select few and do not really understand what they are really aiming for in the research in the underground laboratory.

The system of division of work applied is really tight, the existing information column is very organized and limited, even the location is only S-level information in Moloia. It was built long before the laboratory on the surface stood, and is one of the ancient ruins reconstructed into a research site.

Not much different from the one on the surface, the place has a hallway that separates the room from one another, electrically sourced incandescent lights, floors and walls of iron and concrete, and concrete, and some scholars as well as mechanics were passing by in the hallway or working on research with their groups indoors.

Unlike the laboratories that exist on the surface, there are no military people on the premises — Only selected scholars and technicians exist. At the end of the main hallway, there is a steel door with tight security using the words face scanner and bio-electric. The room behind the door is the heart of the laboratory, where the main research is conducted and a high level of information that even the royal family should not know. Because what is stored there is included in the Main Agreement regarding the Special Rights of the A.I.

One of the members of the study was walking in the main hallway, passing through rooms in which people seemed to be busy with their own work. The member who could walk freely without supervision from the other members was Laura Sam’kloi, a High Elf and Letda Fairy Troop who had just been disbanded after the civil war ended.

The emerald green eyes of the woman glanced sharply at one of the rooms, slightly squinting and still stepping foot with a mixed mood. What is being studied at the site is genetic engineering. Not plants or animals, but humans and races with intelligence equivalent to humans or higher.

Some of the glass tubes containing the failed Khimaira were frozen inside the rooms, it looked disgusting and could not be said to be a living creature because it was too chaotic in shape. In some rooms, Laura saw children who were joking with some scholars.

The sound of the children's laughter seeping out of the room entered Laura's ears, making her even more grim and questioning whether the place really deserved to be defended after the war ended. Shaking his head, he understood thinking it was useless because he had already entered the sin a long time ago.

Even so, deep in his mind ....

“This is Biadab ..., very savage. They actually use the children of war victims for the material ...”

Although his heart was mixed, the blonde woman was already too used to being indifferent. He understands the world is a cruel place, people can get happiness and laugh because some suffer. The balance is real, especially for those who have lived for hundreds of years.

Laura stood in front of a steel door with a high level of security, quickly responding sensors and cameras scanned Laura's face and examined the bio-electromagnetic waves emitted by her brain. There was some sound from the security opening, then the door quickly shifted to the side.

“Let's go, after all they're none of my business,” Laura muttered as she stepped in. The door quickly closed again, some security and locks were immediately activated and in less than two seconds the steel door was tightly shut.

Floor with metallic colored metal surface, pure white wall of unique ceramic that resists vibration and temperature changes. Behind the secret laboratory's steel doors, there is a descending passageway that leads to a ruin that used to be the place where the Mahia Sistem and one of the A.I were found.

Although called ruins, the place is completely futuristic and from the level of technology exceeds the existing laboratories on the surface or even all the countries on the mainland Moloia. After passing through the passageway from the entrance with high security, Laura came to an environment completely different from the civilization that existed on the surface.

There is only one room filled with wires, surfaces and walls just like the one in the hallway but there are digital panels filled with hundreds of lifts and letters that move around following complex algorithms. It's like a giant information processing site, a CPU that processes data from laboratories on the surface and the entire kingdom of Moloia.

Legs up at the venue, the High Elf who was wearing the pale green short dress looked for someone who called her to come. Although there is only one spacious room, but the room is quite late because of the lack of lighting. But when he walked back to the front, all the lights of the room suddenly lit up and made Laura's eyes closed for a moment because of the glare.

Slowly opening his eyes, the original form of the place was clearly visible in his eyes. Between the wires running through the floor, there were several large glass tubes filled with dark green liquid. Returning to the foot and approaching, what was in the tube began to be clearly seen.

“It ... Human?” Laura touched the surface of the large tube, observing what was inside and briefly seeing some panels and buttons. Inside the tube really looked like a human, a weak girl with pale skin and faded purple hair. “It looks like not Khimaira, what ... races are genetically engineered again?” the Murmuring High Elf.

Laura immediately turned her head, looking towards the sound coming from behind some of the stabilizing tubes. Between the wires sat a thin woman in an automatic wheelchair connected to her spinal cord. Purple hair faded to the back, but quite rare and there are some that fall out.

As the woman lifted her face and stared with red eyes, Laura was stunned with sweat started pouring out. He knew the woman, but he did not expect to see her in such a condition.

“Master Or’iama ..?”

“Ya ..., this is me, one of my works.”

Some of the cables connected to the Or’iama wheelchair came off, and the skinny woman moved the wheelchair where she sat like it was part of her body. Up in front of Laura, the woman wearing a long white dress with her back open stretched out her hand.

Laura immediately knelt obediently in front, staring trembling and at a glance feeling sad in the mind. Laura does hate the action of Or’iama who considers living things as experimental materials and does not appreciate life. But in Laura's eyes, the woman was a figure she could call an old man.

“Why ... Master Or’iama can get like this? Not ....”

Touching Laura's cheek, the thin woman replied, “Mahia only gives long life, not immortality. My time is running out ...”

“Master ...”

Laura's eyes glazed over. Although he was used to losing, but still he felt unwilling. The figure before him was the one who had truly shown the world to him, given it the meaning of life after losing its biological parents and taught him many things about the world.

“What ... are you not willing?” tanya Or’iama with a limp sound.

“Of course! Me ...”

“With, as clever, or as ingenious as anyone, everything will perish before the time. Where there is a meeting, there is a farewell ...”

“But ...” Laura held tightly to the skinny hand that touched her cheek, began to drip and sob. Dry as paper, fragile as a twig, the hand that used to stroke his head felt so weak.

Or’iama smiled stiffly, he raised his hand from Laura and touched the glass tube previously seen by the High Elf. In a limp voice, the woman with wrinkled skin said, “If you do not let go of this separation, take care of the child in this tube carefully ..”

“Child ..?” Laura stood up, looking into the tube where the very fragile looking little boy was tucked away.

“This tube is a kind of imitation fetus, a place to create life .... She's a copy of my genetic map.”

At a glance Laura was speechless, looked at the other tube and asked, “What ... are they all too?”

“They are not .... Them, yes .... Maybe you don't like this word, but they are indeed failed products.”

Laura slightly flinched, anger grew and she wanted to debate the fragile figure before her. But when he saw the wrinkled face of the purple hair woman, the High Elf undoes his intentions and turns his eyes away.

“Whatever ... what's their difference?”

While putting on a relieved smile, Or’iama looked straight at Laura and replied, “This child inherits 60% of my D.N.A and 40% of our King's D.N.A, the highest and arguably almost perfect copy.”

“Ra ... ja?” Laura stared palely.

Back small smile, Or’iama looked towards the child inside the tube and said, “Ya .... You know that I became his concubine, don't you?”

“Don't say ... you slept with him and took ...”

“What are you talking about?” Or’iama slightly put on a ketus face, then with an offended tone said, “Where might the King want to sleep with a fragile woman like this? I just took a sample of his blood from the royal family palace, then copied his genetic map and merged it with me...”.

“Lalu ..., be this copy?” Laura touched the glass surface where the clone was located, observing and actually feeling a resemblance to the figure of Or’iama when he was young.

“Yes .... This child has very high access Mahia Sistem, probably surpassing the King who is now very low level of gene purity as it starts to fade after several generations.”

Laura was again surprised, starting to guess what the copy was created for. Staring anxiously, the blonde woman asked, “Bu-Not that it will lead to conflict? If the royal family knew this, they could .... Nartaya and Moska can suppress the movement of Rhea, it can also affect you ..”.

“Look down, no one knows this but this me, Rhea, and now you ...”

Laura put on a dislike face. Although he understood the nature of Or’iama because he had been with him for a short time, he still could not like when the master took a decision unilaterally.

“Why ... Master told me?” I asked Laura seriously.

“As you know, this old lady's time is running out. Listen to this carefully, Laura. If you do not want this separation, protect the existence of this child until he is a teenager, then .. kill him.”

“Bu-Kill?!!” Laura was surprised, stepped back and stared at the pale child inside the tube.

“Yes .... Of course, don't let his body be damaged. Make sure this child dies peacefully, let him enjoy the life span like children in general .... When he dies, his personality will be destroyed and replaced by mine. In other words, I will be her .... But if you give up my death, keep him to adulthood, until he is old and dies of age.”

“Ke-Why is that complicated? What ... time of death is the difference?”

“There .... As an adult, the information from the personality structure will be strongly attached to this child. Make her whole as an individual, as a woman who has a strong purpose .... If it was like that, my personality would only turn into information for him ...”

The fear and anxiety in Laura's mind was replaced with confusion, she stopped trembling and stared intently. A little squinting, he asked, “Why ... You tell me something like this? Why do you ... not directly order it directly? Kill this kid as a teenager ..., like that?”

“You know, I don't really appreciate life. However, your blessings that always debated me ..., such a thing started to seep into the mind. I've been desperate for this world, since today I've given up on believing in the world. However, this child does not .... I hope he chooses his own path .... The time of the cruel war is over, I want to risk my future to the next generation. Because it ... Laura, will you look after her for me? This is my last request at once.”

Laura's mouth that wanted to reject him raw could not open, a strange feeling in the mind mastered and she turned her face away. Quiet for a moment, remembering the time spent with Or’iama. Meeting in a massacre, death that began to seep into the ordinary, and frequent quarrels. Indeed most of the moments he spent with the old woman were very bad for Laura, but strangely it felt very precious.

With a little stiff, the High Elf replied, “Ba ..iklah .... I ... will take care of him, Master.”

“Thank you .... Come here two months from now, the adjustment period will be completed and maybe I have already ...”

“....” Laura was speechless, understanding the time Or’iama was not long. Taking a deep breath, he looked at his master and for the last time asked, “If you may know, what is the name of this child?”

“Name, yes .... How about Ulla .... Ulla Vrog Ma’tar. I want him to grow up to be a child with a high sense of responsibility. The name Ma’tar is a blessing of this country, a property of the mother who will always be protected with affection ..”.