I had suspicions, when everyone described the explosions.
[The mechanical birds, the arcs of lightning. They've adapted the power core of his work into something that destroys, rather than heals. The idea, of course, was always that the Hexcore could perform any number of tasks, but Viktor had hoped they wouldn't be able to figure it out.
Now, they have. He can only hope they only know how to make those exact bombs, and nothing else. Not that it's a very comforting thought.]
There was a...device, that I built. An adaptive matrix, able to perform any number of instructions. I'd originally designed it to mimic healing magic, stronger than what was available in the Free Cities. I used it once, and then destroyed it.
[He's not sure what she remembers of his own past, from the imagined future--but he had been sick, and dying, and the Hexcore had been his only chance.]
They stole what notes they could, and the pieces of it, in the aftermath. I suppose I should be glad it took them this long to reproduce the technology.
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[The mechanical birds, the arcs of lightning. They've adapted the power core of his work into something that destroys, rather than heals. The idea, of course, was always that the Hexcore could perform any number of tasks, but Viktor had hoped they wouldn't be able to figure it out.
Now, they have. He can only hope they only know how to make those exact bombs, and nothing else. Not that it's a very comforting thought.]
There was a...device, that I built. An adaptive matrix, able to perform any number of instructions. I'd originally designed it to mimic healing magic, stronger than what was available in the Free Cities. I used it once, and then destroyed it.
[He's not sure what she remembers of his own past, from the imagined future--but he had been sick, and dying, and the Hexcore had been his only chance.]
They stole what notes they could, and the pieces of it, in the aftermath. I suppose I should be glad it took them this long to reproduce the technology.