POV: Yufren, the Völsung Clan smith.
Date: Þórri 30th, 798 AD. (Alt: 11th February, 799 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
He has been busy in furthering the 'secret creation' with the many Long tons of steel ingots he had tiefed, the work paying off in a great distraction from boredom.
At this point, it was no longer hidden as he had hoped. Given its size, being a feasible design that was based on the Ender Dragon Jean, made to be claw-mounted on the right tower as a decoration, with its strong hands holding it on the spire high above their heads.
The tail curled around with the body straight and taught with powerful muscles that were joisted together, while its mouth was open and pointing southwards, straight to the (forest farm) below. It appeared menacing and dominant, a creature designed for evil incarnate. Even its statue gave off a spiritual pressure, an aura of complete violence ravelling the collective faith of the people's view upon its recreation. He moulded it like clay, working to form the smaller details such as the scales, eyes and small bony horn spines upon the eyebrows, jaw and spine, lastly leading to the wings.
The steel that had formed the wings was made non-reflective, opposite to the rest of its body coating, it was matte charcoal and ashen in texture. Casting a shadow from it being fully spread out in design, the stability of the high-grade alloys coming into play with it.
The last thing to be accursedly replicated, the Ender crystal, a hovering gem that slowly rotated in itself as a hyper-cuboidal design, lastly internalising into a purple orb that would rotate with symbols of the Standard Galactic Alphabet that spelt (H E A L E R) when stationarily checked. Yufren had asked for help from Valyria and Sterling for that runic internal mechanism to actually make it look the part, all of it now set up properly on the design, appearing as the overseeing 'guardian' that watches against any dissidents within the Cavern.
It took half a day to design it beside the autosmelting tools described beforehand. The statue finally launched, appearing even more terrifying when placed on the top of Den höga ormtungan (The tall snake tongue) as was designed to be. The slight wind caught the wings, making it sound as if endlessly howling for a wolf when one stood in the top floor.
Yufren, now fully famished due to the work, goes with Art (Shortform. Artkrea) back to the retrofitted marketplace, seeing that there has been a swap around with other new refugee villagers with differing foods of incredible variety. A repeat in finding good options, they walk back now with a tray of agriculturally grown (Chicken-esque) kievs with (Pork) doner kebab slices with a tray of nice, fibrous salad in a large ceramic carried bowl with the help of their private Drone golem with small stickers that tell of their owners.
Yufren had also found Bori again, not with his son but with his wife, named Dagrún. Both of them meet up as close friends would do, now sitting upon the flower patches of the plains over the Cavern's grass, they discussed many things, namely what Bori's interests are:
Ceramics, more specifically porcelain. "What do you suggest for the pattern I put upon this edge?" Bori asks Yufren and Artkrea, 1 hand running along the shoulder-rim of the 3D printed vase while his other hand was upon Dagrún's lap sitting next to him. She had both her hands on his while silently encouraging him to seek this help. "The vessel could hold a small mural, like the ancient Greco-Romans we had seen, possibly a scene within our history?" Yufren suggests, with Dagrún nodding, for that was one of her suggestions to him before.
"Too many points of importance, it needs something more. . . Concise." Bori talks to himself, now moving his covered hand to scratch his eyebrow in confusion. "How about the planting of the Barnstokkr (Child branch) in the centre of the Vǫlsungarhǫll?" His Dagrún suggested.
After hearing her good idea, he raised her hand to kiss its back before leaving to reach the portal for his Uni-pod to do these changes. Dagrún knew that when he was in that mood, there was no stopping him, so she breathlessly laughed while sitting down abreast the others. "How has it been, for you both?" She asks Yufren and Artkrea, even patting his daughter's head in a show of comfort like an aunt. "The great scientist God has given me lovely presents, I want to show you what we made with them!" Artkrea grabbed her Bag of Holding on its side.
"This is for you and Faðirbróðir (Uncle) Bori!" She takes out two hoodies with an idol sitting upon their folded forms, passing them to her for her to look at. The idol was a little combined statue of when Bori and Dagrún had married, with one hoodie now being opened to look.
It was a picture of her passion for music, with the gudok and jouhikko string instruments side by side. There was a black outline of a tagelharpa behind them as a silhouette that surrounded both instruments. A nice, simplistic yet equally important design for her. She stares at it longingly, with her now trying it over her underdress. It fit well with the blue as it was a light-washed cyan. Dagrún opens the second hoodie, seeing that it was a picture of two hands reaching from the shoulders into an open clay ball that was stylised to look like a teacup.
On the front face, there was the symbol (ᚨ) upon it that stood for Ást (Love,) with 1 finger where the handle hole would be that pointed straight towards a frontal viewer, with a tagline below. "Create memories with every moment." Cheesy, but entirely suitable given it was created by a teenager.
Dagrún knew both she and her Bori would love them and would wear them anytime they could. So the best thing she did was give a hug to Artkrea and a thanking nod to Yufren, who gave an OK hand sign with a smile. A few Model minutes pass before Bori returns, a focus with an etching that has been painted over in a deep red to contrast the white of a picture of their ancestor Vǫlsungr Rerirsson. (You may wonder why the Völsung Clan and their ancestor Vǫlsungr use different o's. That is because of partial Germanic dialecting over time.)
He planted a sapling in the centre of the hall. It was painted green and brown to contrast with the red. It worked well in showing its point, with the style being manneristic in profile view. With a crow in an open window frame about a quarter distance away to represent the once 'good' Óðinn, who was his grandfather, in watching a 'bloodline tree' sprout.
Lots of symbolism and well-ornamented. He put it down, saw the idol and looked at his wife's new hoodie, seeing that it suited her well. He hugs her gently, then grabs the other hoodie that he knew to put on, now patting Artkrea's shoulder for making both. "Well done." He spoke slowly with great deliberation, happy that she felt trusting enough to gift them such prizable objects. This continued on for the rest of the day, a great but otherwise uneventful enterprise through it all.
POV: Leif and Sigrid.
Date: Góa 1st, 798 AD. (Alt: 12th Dec, 799 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
Following scales and powers spent, they found that it was capped to 250,000 Years / Model day ≈ (23,125.3640568 Years / 1-Model second.)[1]
A surprising productivity for a digiverse program, and one that they had kept tabs on by checking on the real measurer in their HUD every 100 Years or so by choosing the 'snooze' feature, where it altered their temporal perception to a normal value while allowing the simulation to run around them.
The reliability of the program's efficiency was accelerated since the day before, after a tweak made by Heath that altered the internal Homology-directed repair (HDR) functions while working in tandem with the heightened CIRBP Development for BER and NER systems besides greater cGAS and TMAO Functionality. Causing stability, fidelity and a higher setup for CRISPR program adaptability. Let us no longer focus on that now, Leif and Sigrid have a plan, being that they should GET. THAT. AGE-CIRCULATOR!
It was the year 597,843, the internal planet's calendar set by when the first life formed. Fiskmǫgr was a true Demi-God who was ≈ 3,860 years old now, having helped rule their species for untellable cosmic coils from their mortals' perspective.
He was successful in defeating the prime gálknlangr, yes. It was then let go of and left to live the rest of its life until dying at the ripe old age of 238. Fiskmǫgr missed that old boy, but he had to make sure that the people of his realm were well taken care of. Both were almost always in a comatic state, where they only awakened for a day before turning back to that effect for another century. Yet he always knew their blessings continued on, as he felt their worldly effect strengthen per population growth.
"A descendant of the prime has come to greet me?" Fiskmǫgr sees them enter his metal-meshed coral castle throne room, where it is lit with the backdrop of both Leif and Sigrid's souls. From his gaining of power, his appearance was more ethereal, under a mystique.
"*Rumbling*" The descendant and its cohort entered the halls, bowing to their Divine regent under a telling of danger through their animalistic language. "You say that there is one who claims to have been given a blessing?" A term for when one reaches close to Sainthood status, below Apostlehood, which is then below Demi-Godhood. "Bring them to me." Fiskmǫgr sees them "*Growl*" in acceptance, leaving to then collect the 'canonised' living in the coral hive city. They are brought in, a spiritual presence of dignification now passing over.
"You-" Fiskmǫgr recognises the striped pentagonal star pattern upon the top-left shoulder, a birthmark of a noble line that was the second success of their creators, yet not blessed with the gift of unaging. "-are of the Aðalaðra (Second (Female) noble) lineage. Her blood still flows through you, it seems." Fiskmǫgr's first row of 4 eyes squint in understanding.
"Tell me, what makes you say that you have been observed?" He asks calmly, an amphibious hand relaxed upon his ancient, holy bident. Rather than telling, she raised her lower left arm to the sky, calling an internal glitch of the program to then 'reform' the 'once-dead' but save-stated 'souls' of her genetic ancestors, their collective psyches and overwhelming thoughts now forming a new pathway in her mind that leads to an unexpected ability, prediction capabilities bordering on foresight.
"We, will soon be open." She points to the ocean's top and northways. As 1 thing that has not been told, this aquatic planet was under a thick layer of multi-sheeted ice, Europa-esque. And their neighbourly celestial bodies have taken party-crashing to a whole new level.
A large meteoroid object has been scattered off the collision and will soon break through in a few nights from now. "And the surface, will be ready for exploring." The teller collapses into unconsciousness, a slow, floating fall onto the floor below. For that ability had the serious downside of straining them to a mental break. She is taken to the infirmary, ready to be put on support, for she will be most useful in the survival of their species. Fiskmǫgr taps his hyper-sharpened clawed front limbs together, thinking between *Tings* like a metronome.
"I have heard father's quotes that our star has a radiation more potent than even our reactors. Yet our only protection was the ice. So, we must get ready for the opening." He swims through to the laboratories, electromagnetic radiation suits readied, and people are patrolling for potential crash sites, watching everywhere around the clock.
3 days pass, and the event occurs. A HUGE meteor slams into the ice, shattering into uncountable pieces and parts falling into the depths below with incredible steaming heat. It was above a major reef shoal, turning it closer to an underwater mountain in perspective, sadly crushing many creatures, luckily none sapient. The Surface Risers travel through the opening, now finding that to reach the true surface, one must climb the unstably melted frazil ice by many body lengths. They use their upper limbs that are strengthened with a steel 'glove' coating to be the ice-picks, taking until nightfall for them to reach their destination.
It was a fully flat icy surface, a semi-steady troposphere of nitrogen, oxygen and minor amounts of carbon, contained within a stronger atmospheric pressure than our home realm. There was nothing for far beyond their eyes could see from within their water-tight suits.
It was a good thing they went slowly to wait for the night to appear, for their vision could have been blinded by the harsh red sun once it was day. They scout ahead, finding no signs of life throughout, only micro-meteoroid porous holes where it should allow gases to escape that were numerous, but each too small to be a fit. They come back home by reverse picking down the hole, quite fun when one ignores it being a near-sheer cliff. They plop into the water via seal jumping, now quickly leaving to return home, telling of their findings.
Fiskmǫgr hears the scouts' reports, finding it interesting how undeveloped the surface world was. They now continue analogous innovations, waiting another decade before both turn off their 'snooze' feature to act in real time. They were told of the news, and they became proactive.
The Clan Heir created a circular half-dome that covered the hole, made of a mixture of metals and the walls were flattened. Then, with it being fully enclosed, it was filled with pressurised extra water to work as a swimmable outpost for others to then view above the ice sheets. It became a raving tourist attraction, gaining the attention of millions to then look both to the sides and to the stars. A full view of the galaxy during the nights beneath the tinted glass. Leif and Sigrid slowly enlarged it wider, reinforcing the structure to expand the total viewing area.
They finished once the week was concluded, giving instructions on how to do astronomy and how to focus greater on technological output now that it was open. They go away again, leaving them for another century to make do with what they have.
"We are coming close to your goal!" Heath happily chimes in through comms, seeing that they are close to covering 80% of their total unification. While the section that was crashed into was fully flattened ice, there was a major island chain that had been undisturbed for many gigayears that could then be colonised with new life. Their child species developed faster ways of engine travel that looked jet-ski adjacent, magitech that could cover vast distances while replenishing itself with the ambient atmosphere.
They finally reach their destination, setting down a stone flag to be checked in about 17 years for when their creators rearrive. As existence passed, Leif used the above-ground islands as a new editing base for hardy plants to be manufactured, the first being a grass.
It is a hybrid photosynthetic and arcanosynthetic plant based on the Antarctic hair grass. It can consume both the energy from sunlight and the alchemical attributes found in the air, combining both to supercharge itself into rapid growth and spread, with a high degree of mutation. Many of the 'natural' ice pores have been coated over with new, thin ice, so Leif creates many artificially rimmed vents that are spaced evenly throughout before both go AFK again. A centenary continuance passes, and the plant forms new clades by itself.
It somehow made flowers of thickened blues and greys to work with greater solar absorption, which are now called the Stjǫrnurnátt (Night (Dark) stars.) It was rather exotic how it had formed, and now that there was life above, the next stage began its fruition.
The ice was being chipped to the exact 90° coordinates, centurial works making it easy for the new job to be done by their two lights once returning. Breaking through, the budding of 5 more domes expands the total living area by > 50%. With the new edited addition of photosynthetic farm plants, a Great Boom occurred, which soon saw their population skyrocket to 2 billion. 95% complete, the last thing to complete the challenge now is that they must create an artificial satellite network and a space station to allow for exoplanetary studies.
And it was way too unfair for everyone else, for pretty much all other players were forced into the 'waiting guidance' stage of their program, the most developed behind them still being in the Fire Age from a fluke. 'Those extra powers were real cheaty.' Heath internally complains.
Another century passes, with their population getting closer to 3.2 billion now. The Clan Heir felt there was enough power now to release the first rocket, using both his and Sigrid's Divine reserves. It is now in orbit! A machine that scans a portion of the planet's surface with radiotelemetric geography, they simply see ice. . . A bit of snow, and small, dotted islands left untouched. Nothing that interesting, but by creating 24 more of these orbital scanners, they now keep a tallied record of any new impacts that hit the ice through decennial periods.
Anti-climactic, they won the Age-Circulator Uni-pods too easily. Heath creates 2 more of them as perfect replicas, leaving 1 extra for the next lucky winner to gain it. Heath takes both of their bodies and seamlessly warps into the new tanks, with a clear effect difference in play.
They appeared to be glowing! Their metabolic and regulatory bodily functions are overridden and now perfected. Everything from the original Uni-pods' good features had been dialled up to 11 with the additional attributes juxtaposing Heath's new knowledge. Leif, once part of mennska (Norse humanity) and Sigrid, once part of the jǫtnar, are now slowly having their biological flaws removed. "Have I made this machine too powerful?" Heath asks himself out loud, taking a moment before shaking his head in denial, and he now leaves.
A real-life day passes, making the date for a shared experience 602,437. They had long since spread out to other parts of the solar system, editing their species to be how Heath had designed their own to be post-mortal after trial and error over their eternity.
They were no longer timing efficiently, but it did not matter. A population of 31.8 billion of mixed biological and synthetic organisms, made plateaued, they travel past the still-broiling magma planetoid and instead focus on the moons of the orange gas giant as a good parallel to Jupiter. A rover lands upon the largest of them, called the Gimgrœnn (Green gem,) spreading a minor influence that allows for the Clan Heir to see its colour was from a high rock concentration of micro-crystal lattices of aluminium, beryllium, silicates and vanadium due to the unique way it was formed from the nearby belt while being pelted with ice comets.
This was essentially a giant impure emerald throughout the crust, possibly being worth quadrillions if sold in our economy. Fiskmǫgr has since grown in power to a minor Deity, allowing himself to have powers that are a fraction of either of our protagonists, but still incredibly strong in his own right.
As with his strength, he felt ready for a little trip. He was within the voyaging spacecraft, travelling like a life pod, now becoming the first panspermic traveller who quickly used his Divinity to edit the moon itself from the ground up. The other moons are mined to disappear, the asteroid rings around the Jovian giant are collected and inserted. And the travel between the orbits allowed for some of the open resources of the synestial merger described beforehand. The gas giant was luckily large enough for this, making this single moon into a dead protoplanet!
Now this is where the fun begins, ice from countless objects was collected. And giant pressurised heating machines are formed below the ice plane thicker than a hectokilometre, to then create the same conditions as their home world. 602,999. 1 Year before the start of the 604th millennium since life began.
To commemorate the perfect creation of a second life-bearer, they wait for their creators to appear to make it truly habitable. . . And it is done, many populations were transplanted to the new world, quickly refusing death and filling the waters with trillions of microscopic lives. 6 domes were also created that followed the magnetic poles instead of a random chance of a meteoric hole, and a colony ship of 1,000,000 is sent to live in this terraformed ecosystem that had a pre-formed coral city network available for them at the ready.
The second Great Boom occurs per population sendover, importing + breeding to a population of 1 billion by 603,122. Enough lives were simulated to cover a Florida beach in grains of sand, yet barely affecting performance for the DNA medium server.
The next best Deified governor was the deer Elissa, as shown within her livestream, she had created a reptilian semi-bipedal species that was now in the Fire Age, with many smaller nomads that worshipped her as a Great Spirit. Well, now that Leif and Sigrid felt that their civilisation had become self-sufficient, they chose to leave the game. Now readying to try out Dance Dance Revolution! They went through the menu and chose the duo tag team. Now selecting the genre as randomised, they led into the first generated studio.
It began selecting the level from the 5,550 options, choosing a large-scale Pop Song that is unreasonably easy to recognise. The scene starts playing, and 2 cell-shaded dancers appear in front of them in a starting pose that they each quickly copy.
(Dancin' (KRONO Remix) by Aaron Smith)[2]
A fast beat, yet simple-dance moved tune that started as an easier difficulty, they moved, swerved and bopped to the beat while finding the song incredibly catchy, them missing only 4 swings of their arms and 2 foot stomps, earning a total rating of B+ in coordinated results. "♪Dancin' is what to do. . .♪" Sigrid sings to herself in English, head-nodding while thinking of the lyrics, she pauses herself, refocusing on the 'Next Song' button with them quickly playing it, another doozy beginning that withdrew through a retro-autotuned bell.
(Lovers in a Past Life by Calvin Harris)[3]
This continued on for another half of the day, with them having great fun in the new novelty before leaving the comforting new Uni-pods. They felt light and strong, as if they took a relaxing sleep-spa break.
*'Usual Heath.'* Both see what they come out of, finding it amazing how quickly he had completed the swap, but now to walk out of their two-story apartment room, they go down the stairs and out the door, finding that there were already 5 people there to congratulate them on winning the prize. Agnarr, Egill, Gorm, Heath and Hervor talked while walking with them into a portal towards the night market, where the people who sleep during the day get their food from vendors or automated printers of consumables.
The choices were highly customisable, as usual, each having their own preferences met from the 200 or so kaupmeðr (Norse shop persons.) After the lovely supper, they leave with full stomachs and hearty attitudes, now going to bed to then sleep the drowsiness away.
And Heath? He was expanding the DNA medium server from its current size to a ^(2), making it a size of 2 x 2 x 2 two-story apartment rooms while using internal diamond portal networks to reduce delays! And there was 1 new update into the workings that may further the hardware's processing speed, a form of heterogeneous biocomputing that combines a multi-threaded core system between a CPU-GPU-NPU weave through a layered triple-organoid monoclonal antibody peptide editing stacks set in where the 8 corners meet.
Due to this, greater information density could be managed depending on the orientation, amount of coils / curls, the thickness and the length of the peptide can be edited or snipped in a real-time hybridomaic antigen development to edit trillions at a time, with each working in polychains that also induce Nth value machine string code.
You do not want to hear how powerful it is, it would just sound stupid. Just know that at this point, Heath could simulate a solar system down to the atoms' results from Chaos Theory without using his magic for optimisation.
[1] From Chapter 10: 1 'Model second' would be 2 x 10^(43) rather than the arbitrary 1.8550948324478 x 10^(43) and 1 'Model meter' would be 2 x 10^(34) Plancks rather than 6.1879273537329 x 10^(34.) A conversion of 0.32321. Meaning 1 / 3 the size of what we knew of as a meter but it became an easy divisible conversion from the previous units provided of all measurements without the human-centric view. EX: 86,164.0905 is a full day in the modern world with regular seconds, days were shorter by 0.023 about 1 millennia ago, making it 86,164.0675-Seconds.1.8550948324478 / 2 = 0.92754741622, 86,164.0675 x 0.92754741622 = 79,921.2581806 ≈ (79,921.2582)-Model Seconds. 79,921.2582. . . / (24) = 3,330.05242419-Model Seconds / Hour. A full 3330 Seconds are recorded and the extra time is kept as a pause.
[2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjp6RVrOOW0&list=RDCjp6RVrOOW0&start_radio=1
[3] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kga2lK3mZQM&list=RDKga2lK3mZQM&start_radio=1