Prologus — Error Scientiae
"That which mankind calls a miracle—to me, is but the result of an equation yet incomplete."— Aelyzabeth Thors, Space Era 92
The hiss of a respirator echoed softly—whoosh... whoosh...— within a white chamber that resembled the tomb of a forgotten god.In the glass tank at the room's center floated an infant—suspended in a clear, frigid fluid. His eyes were tightly shut; his skin pale as parchment; his hair curled in pure white strands; and his heart beat in a faint, fragile rhythm.
Dozens of monitors displayed streams of vital signs, neural responses, and genetic readings—values that spoke of a structure "too imperfectly perfect."
At the control console stood a woman clad in a white laboratory coat. Her Navi Blue eyes were still as the moonlight. Her hand trembled ever so slightly before she whispered, her voice no louder than a breath—
"Aerys... my Son... "
That single phrase was not a prayer—but a declaration of the birth of a being mankind was never meant to create.
The monitor screens flared crimson.ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.The blood-red letters screamed warnings in relentless succession—
GENETIC OVERWRITE FAILURE : ERROR SCIENTIAE.
His mother spoke up in despair:
Why? Why did my child have to be born like this? Don't die like Anya, my child. I beg you, I beg you, I beg you.
The alarms wailed, drowning the sterile silence—and yet, she smiled.
It was a smile woven of pride—and an unforgivable sin.
Ten months later,the child could breathe unaided, walk before his time,and never once shed a tear.
But every night, the house nurse would hear whispers—a strange murmuring from the mirrors—calling the boy's name again and again.
"Aerys... Aerys... Aerys..."
Eight years later.
15th July, Space Era Years 100.The Flag Ceremony of Centory Kingdom Reich.
The bells of Parliament tolled three solemn times,their echoes sweeping through the Bistach metropolis.The ceremonial doors opened slowly—and an eight-year-old boy stepped forth, clad in a miniature SS uniform.
Sunlight glinted upon his white hair and eyes as crimson as fresh blood.Amid the thunderous applause of soldiers and officials,he stood as Cadet Lieutenant Aerys Vilozyver—
the perfect creation of his mother's science—and the most dreadful mistake the world had ever known.
On that day,the Error of Science began anew.
Thus ends of the Prologus.