349 – EP.12 Storm-1
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Dawn again. Isis, who had closed her eyes to clear her memory, activated again.
In a room surrounded by natural blackout curtains, only silence reigns.
“Confirm completion of optimization.”
4:45 In the morning. It took a little longer than last time.
Rather than focusing on the 34-minute difference, Isis carries out higher priority tasks.
Isis turns her head and looks to the side. The owner can be seen breathing evenly.
Aaru’s manager moved his hand under the blanket and gently held the owner’s hand.
A somewhat slow pulse, warm body temperature, and appropriate blood pressure can be felt through the detection sensor.
Isis relaxes her hand and tickles her master’s forehead.
Bangs that move with one’s fingers.
With the owner’s ever-changing impression, Isis briefly thinks of a new hairstyle that would suit him.
“It will suit both showing and covering the forehead.”
Isis murmured as if she wanted to convey this to the owner of her dream.
After stroking his bangs and looking at his forehead one last time, Isis slowly stood up.
The blankets covering each other created a cubic function graph.
With her master’s face deep in her memory once more, Isis got out of the blanket.
Opening the door in her pajamas, Isis turned around and took in the entire room.
Humans who have a deficiency feel pain.
If all kinds of deficiencies are solved, humans will be happy.
The humans who first designed this place thought so.
That is why the Ark embodied this place.
This space is where additional ideas were added to the already existing blueprint.
Cradle.
It refers to the entire building where they are located, but at a smaller scale, it refers to this room where the owner lives.
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However, contrary to expectations, the owner’s deficiency arose from a different place.
Isis thought about the source of that deficiency.
If a deficiency occurs, the cause can be eliminated.
Walk along the hallway.
I pass by the main control room that I visit every morning.
Take the elevator and go down.
Outside the cradle, the cold outside air is felt.
Isis walked in her pajamas while diagnosing the city’s air condition, which had become more cloudy than yesterday.
Isis is connected to all facilities in the city.
The same applies to the main control room and the Android factory we are going to now.
But Isis goes to find this aircraft.
This is an inefficient method. But Isis chose that inefficiency.
Walking and walking, I arrived at my destination.
The factory door opened automatically, welcoming the city manager.
Giant machines produce steam and noise and move their massive bodies.
– There were two productions.
Isis took out the management panel and checked the process. There were no problems during the two production processes.
Isis moved to check the finished product.
Just recently, where androids with the same appearance as Isis were lined up, there were only two androids standing side by side.
A rare male android.
Isis looked at the completed android. There was no problem with the process, but I wanted to check again in person.
“There is no fault.”
The first Android.
Type A, tall, short, muscular. A body that embodies the ideal male elements.
The build quality was as good as its appearance.
Look away.
“There are no problems with the production itself.”
Second Android.
Type B, average height, average appearance, minimal muscle development.
Unless you wanted to waste money or had unusual tastes, you wouldn’t custom-build an android with this appearance.
“…….”
Type A was superior both structurally and aesthetically. However, Isis’s visual sensor remained Type B.
– You may not believe it, but… I want to be like this, more than what I was like before.
The image of the owner with a face that looks like he’s about to cry suddenly appears.
Isis shook his head. It was a meaningless action, but Isis acted nonetheless.
“This is the Master’s original form.”
I didn’t know at the time why the owner preferred this appearance, but I know now.
A longing for one’s original form that cannot be returned.
Isis seemed to understand her master a little, and felt a sense of accomplishment.
I run my hand over Type B’s face. It feels like your own skin.
Gazes and hand gestures are directed to the face, chest, and waist.
One of Isis’ principles of action.
If a deficiency occurs, the cause can be eliminated.
This type B appearance is one of the deficiencies that its owner is experiencing.
Isis, the manager of the city and the person in charge of the cradle, has the duty to resolve deficiencies.
Therefore, he wants to solve that deficiency.
When I pressed the back of Type B’s ear, the back of the head opened with a mechanical sound.
The space where the android’s artificial brain was originally supposed to be located was empty for some reason.
Isis’ eyes blinked with yellow light.
Isis accessed the city’s database and began browsing a large number of papers.
“I have checked all the research data related to brain transplantation.”
If the human soul exists, where is it located?
It will not be areas such as arms and legs. Even if there were physical defects, self-consciousness did not disappear.
In the words of Kang In-ho, it was confirmed that the soul exists.
If there is a soul, Isis reasonably reasoned, it would be in the brain. This is because human perception ultimately takes place in the brain.
It may be difficult for Isis to answer whether it is right to apply the standards of rational reasoning to unrealistic things, but that is what Isis thought.
There is currently no way to prevent dimensional movement after the Master’s death.
Frequent dimensional movement has the potential to tire the soul.
There is a need to prevent dimensional movement that puts a strain on the soul itself.
The master must not die. This includes aging.
There is a way to maintain the same life as now and prevent the death of the Master.
“After conducting a transplant experiment with a separate organism, we will proceed with altering the master’s body.”
Isis truly wants to serve her master.
Aaru’s wind was getting stronger, and the air was becoming increasingly thicker.
It seemed like a sandstorm that started in the wilderness would soon arrive.
For some reason, it was at that moment that ISIS started to seriously scare me. But she’s still the best girl in the book.