80 First prototype? (1/2)

26th day, the month of Sephri, the year 1661.

Slumping down on my desk I let out a tired sigh. Even though I don't get tired if I don't want to mental exhaustion is still a thing for me and I'm positive a 3 hours lecture about reporting on time for a mission is pretty exhausting.

But even so, I can't help but grin as I look through my inventory. Getting lectured over this is definitely worth it in my opinion.

With a thud, a small patchwork of a doll appears on my desk. It is barely the size of two apples stack together in the shape of a puppy.

Staring at the Frankenstein puppy, I lift my chin and mentally declare ”all according to plan!” as I try to block out the true plan I had from crawling to my mind.

I definitely am not trying to make a humanoid doll but made a mistake when welding the exoskeleton inside it.

And I definitely did not rip the original cloth body when fitting the skeleton inside and just use whatever closes materials available to fix it.

*Cough* anyway, this is the moment of truth! If this thing works then I should be able to compute some logic into it's brain and it will start moving.

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Er.. how were you supposed to compute it again?

Taking the book ”Alchemy engineering for idiots”, I skim through the pages until I got the topic that I want.

Let's see let's see... ”After remodeling a monster core into the type one needed, one has to compute the logic into it before placing said core into it's new home. If in case one were to put the core before computing it, then there are only two outcome. The first outcome, you are fucked and had to dissemble everything from top to bottom. Or the second outcome, you have a tool called logic engraver which will allow you to compute the logic into the core without physically touching it. But beware, the parameters of said tool are very delicate. One mishap and it could blow you to oblivion.”

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So in other words, I'm fucked am I.

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27th day, the month of Sephri, the year 1661.

Within the forest surrounding the capital, nothing seems out of place. Birds singing up on the trees or the herd of deers resting by a stream. Nothing is out of place unless you include two short figure groveling on the ground.

”Lucas.. next time no matter how convenient, let's never get teleport again.” The first figure said before milking rainbow out of his mouth.