Chapter 30：A Busy Night (1/2)
Mack spent almost the entire night working at the food tent, helping to do the food and serving the light constructs that came from the battle.
By the time the sun was about to rise, no more light constructs came, and Mack could feel the anticipation in the air.
Mack saw all warlocks walking in small groups in the direction of the front line.
Even the cooks went out of the tent and grabbed some weapons in a weapon rack by the entrance of the tent.
Mack was guessing that all of them were going to fight in the battle somehow. A losing battle had no sparing hands after all.
”Shit!”
Mack completely forgot to track the green light construct, his ancestor.
And that construct didn't come for food, not at least in the tent Mack was working. There were several tents like the one Mack worked in, and he could have gone to any other of them.
The camp itself was not like a construction with walls or fences like in WWII movies that Mack saw. But more like several groups of five to ten tents. And there were hundreds of similar camps, spanning by miles and miles in a long line. Only a few of those camps had a small earth trench dug around the camp.
Mack also guessed that in the real battle, behind this long line of camps must have been a city or an important place that they tried to protect.
Or maybe it was just one of the several battlefronts in this war, after all, it was a war that was happening on the entire planet.
Mack stopped thinking of useless stuff and focused again on what to do.
He had to find the green light construct again.
[Always. And no, I can't point you in the direction of that light construct]
”It's not that. It's actually a more personal matter”
Mack took a pause, not sure how to talk about this.
”Do you remember I bought from the cube one device that played music, right?”
[Of course. I have a perpetual memory. You also threw it away before entering the first gate]
”Exactly. You see. Music puts me in the mood to do the stuff I need. But only the music I like, from Earth. Not those weird noises from the aliens”
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”And you, have a perpetual memory, just like you said.”
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”And is always with me....”
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”Hearing the same music I heard when I was at Earth.....”
[Do you want me to sing for you?]
”No! Geez! God no!”
”I want to make a deal with you. I know you have your ways.”
”Can you give me one of those devices but with the songs that you heard on Earth while stalking me?”
”If you can.... Name your price.”
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”So?”
[It's not against the rules. But is also not in the rules. Because I can't give you anything that is not prearranged]
”Come on girl, there is always a 'but'....”
[But... if somehow you get a music player device I can pass the songs to it. Because I'm allowed to pass information to you. If that information is not restricted and does not go against the objective of the tower. Then, it's just a different format]
”That's my girl!”
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”Wait. Is not this mask I'm using the same? I mean. I'm 100% sure the sound I hear is not the original sound around me.”
[You are correct. The sound you hear is being amplified by the mask using an algorithm. But the mask doesn't have a memory ....]
”It has somehow. The translation!”
[Indeed. But for that to work, I would need to remove from its database several languages. Since its database is made to fit only what is needed. And also, it does not have a way to play the songs]
”Well, it has voice recognition because it recognizes what has been talked and translates it. Even me a newbie in tech knows this.”