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tamingthemuseTitle: Magnum Opus
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine!
Prompt #462 Magnum Opus
After Belcheigh left the mercenaries, he went straight to his lab, his true domain amidst the facility sheltering his operation. There laid his greatest achievement, the reason behind his project.
It had taken a long time to gathered the informations to reach the point where he was now. Years and years of hidden researches, countless attempts and nearly as many failures, but he was getting closer. That was all that mattered.
The body lying on the medical bed was pale, a lot more than normal for his species, and a slow breath was the only indication that he was alive. Multiple tubes connected him to machines surrounding the body, but, as always when Belcheigh looked at him, the fairy leader didn’t really see them. All his brain registered was the traces of improvement showing everywhere on the body, where Belcheigh had upgraded the other fairy. Other changes were still necessary, of course. His job here wasn’t done, but he could see the end of the experiments and the moment when his creation would be woken up and would show the world the miracles science could do for the fairy people.
The fairy leader checked a couple of monitors, making sure his creation was still in the stable state he had left him in the day before. It was a first attempt, and as such, required a lot of attention and care, but Belcheigh’s project would work on that too; to be really efficient, his upgraded fairies needed to be easy to make. At the length of time it had taken to reach the state in which the laying creature was, it would take forever to produce a group of efficient workers, and it would cost a fortune. Belcheigh’s plan was to better the process, make it perfect, so that improvements would represent nothing more than a quick in-and-out of the hospital. He wanted to make it affordable, to give every fairy out there the chance to become a better version of itself.
He was making all this for the people, to give them a better opportunity at a good life. Who wouldn’t want one ? Pioga would be such a better place in a few years. He could already see it. It was going to be wonderful.
After having checked all the monitors, Belcheigh sat down in an armchair next to the bed, and took the book tucked into a side pocket sewn in the upholstery. Some of his studies has shown that attention, and being talked to, helped the patients enduring the upgrading process. As he himself wasn’t a great conversationalist, he had resorted to reading aloud to give a sense of companionship to his subject. This time, he had selected an essay on several progress-maker from Pioga. It was fitting, he thought, and maybe one day, he would be placed in a book of that kind.
Belcheigh opened the book where he had last bent a corner, and put himself at ease in his chair.
“Let’s see, my dear son, where we last stopped … Ah yes, Phao the Tinkerer … Well, let’s learn what he has done with his life, shall we?”
And Belcheigh began to read, with the secret hope of reaching the greatness of this people, and his subject stayed silent on the bed, one step in his creator’s path to immortality.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine!
Prompt #462 Magnum Opus
After Belcheigh left the mercenaries, he went straight to his lab, his true domain amidst the facility sheltering his operation. There laid his greatest achievement, the reason behind his project.
It had taken a long time to gathered the informations to reach the point where he was now. Years and years of hidden researches, countless attempts and nearly as many failures, but he was getting closer. That was all that mattered.
The body lying on the medical bed was pale, a lot more than normal for his species, and a slow breath was the only indication that he was alive. Multiple tubes connected him to machines surrounding the body, but, as always when Belcheigh looked at him, the fairy leader didn’t really see them. All his brain registered was the traces of improvement showing everywhere on the body, where Belcheigh had upgraded the other fairy. Other changes were still necessary, of course. His job here wasn’t done, but he could see the end of the experiments and the moment when his creation would be woken up and would show the world the miracles science could do for the fairy people.
The fairy leader checked a couple of monitors, making sure his creation was still in the stable state he had left him in the day before. It was a first attempt, and as such, required a lot of attention and care, but Belcheigh’s project would work on that too; to be really efficient, his upgraded fairies needed to be easy to make. At the length of time it had taken to reach the state in which the laying creature was, it would take forever to produce a group of efficient workers, and it would cost a fortune. Belcheigh’s plan was to better the process, make it perfect, so that improvements would represent nothing more than a quick in-and-out of the hospital. He wanted to make it affordable, to give every fairy out there the chance to become a better version of itself.
He was making all this for the people, to give them a better opportunity at a good life. Who wouldn’t want one ? Pioga would be such a better place in a few years. He could already see it. It was going to be wonderful.
After having checked all the monitors, Belcheigh sat down in an armchair next to the bed, and took the book tucked into a side pocket sewn in the upholstery. Some of his studies has shown that attention, and being talked to, helped the patients enduring the upgrading process. As he himself wasn’t a great conversationalist, he had resorted to reading aloud to give a sense of companionship to his subject. This time, he had selected an essay on several progress-maker from Pioga. It was fitting, he thought, and maybe one day, he would be placed in a book of that kind.
Belcheigh opened the book where he had last bent a corner, and put himself at ease in his chair.
“Let’s see, my dear son, where we last stopped … Ah yes, Phao the Tinkerer … Well, let’s learn what he has done with his life, shall we?”
And Belcheigh began to read, with the secret hope of reaching the greatness of this people, and his subject stayed silent on the bed, one step in his creator’s path to immortality.
