Chapter LXXXI
Chesedin Internship
Months had passed since Adriaas embarked on her day trip to Dubrovnik with Elnara and Wynden, and her life transformed. She confided her decision only in those whose opinions mattered. Her mother and half-siblings supported her, helping Adriaas find a place to begin her training. Recognizing her lack of knowledge about The Chesed, the nineteen-year-old embarked on a challenging path.
Her kabbalah provided her with the essential information required for any aspirant of the Fourth Sephirah, resolving most of the questions she devised. After weeks of studying theory, she delved into deeper education using her virtualis.
Months of self-training in the intricacies of the Homo Synthesicus body followed, until her half-brother brought news: Wynden had arranged for her to volunteer in an internship at a Chesed clinic in Great Mongolia. Adriaas accepted the opportunity without hesitation, recognizing the benefits of living there while preparing for the chesedin admissions tests.
Leaving behind Treinta y Tres and her mother was challenging. They had agreed that Adriaas would visit at least once every two weeks. Her life in Uruguay was unforgettable, thanks to Ginebra, who understood and supported her like no one else.
Her new home in Great Mongolia was unlike anything she had experienced before. For the first time, she lived on the surface, at ground level. The country, untouched by human exploitation for centuries, was one of those limited places on Malkuth where living in a Stagnum or a suspended Domus hundreds of meters above the regulated surface was not a requirement.
With the help of Ginebra, Wynden, Elnara, and their kabbalahs, Adriaas moved from Treinta y Tres to her new home in Jargalan. They packed her belongings into a dark-colored fishtank and transported them using a cargo Porter, completing the task in six hours. Once settled, the group spent the weekend exploring the rich culture and history of Mongolia.
As Monday arrived and after her family had left, Adriaas brimmed with eagerness and readiness to contribute. First, she needed to reach the clinic, several kilometers away from her new residence.
“Can you call a levitator, Ion?” she asked her kabbalah after stepping out into the dark and cold exterior. “How long will it take?”
“Sure, it’ll take five minutes for it to get here.”
Dressed in a silkaphene shirt and pink overalls, Adriaas hesitated and returned inside to retrieve a cottophene jacket.
“Make the levitator meet me on the way,” she instructed. Adriaas disliked waiting and intended to arrive early on her first day.
Her provisional home was situated among several others in a volunteer-inhabited neighborhood. All were made of concrene and metawood molded by Binah, though their designs differed. Inside, her dwelling featured a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and a studio where she could continue her virtualis training. Next to their neighborhood lay a vast open space adorned with lush, fresh grass, complete with soccer, tennis, and football courts, as well as a nearby lake for waterun practice or swimming.
The levitator arrived as she reached the halfway point on her route to the clinic, soaring through green lands. In minutes, it landed next to a building shaped like a yurt, constructed with greenstone and granite. It emulated the ancient megaliths known as Deer stones, which held great significance in Mongolia’s history.
Adriaas felt strange in a stagnum-free place. She had grown accustomed to bustling cities soaring through the air, too entertained in the skies to acknowledge what lay beneath. In Jargalan, everything felt different and spacious.
Not a soul was in sight as she entered the clinic, named “Shamangolian Jargalan.” Adriaas ventured inside, seeking Bygurin, Wynden’s friend and the individual who had invited her to volunteer in the internship. The interior exuded rustic charm, with light brown walls and ample windows flooding the reception area with natural light.
An orange kabbalah with green patterns responsible for receiving visitors approached her. “Adriaas Ancaris. Senior Bygurin is waiting for you in the laboratory. I have uploaded the clinic map to your companion, so finding your way should not be a problem. I'm available if you need anything else.”
Adriaas thanked the technorganic entity and followed the instructions displayed on her kabbalah’s holoscreen. She passed behind the welcome counter and entered a hallway reserved for certified personnel only. It stretched on, lined with doors bearing labels such as “Deep Neuro Scan,” “Tissue Restoration,” and “Disease Control,” among others. Her path led her to a double granite door adorned with the words “Organ Growth Lab.”
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Stepping inside, she was hit by an unfamiliar, acrid scent. A voice she recognized as Bygurin’s emerged from behind a set of floating tables. “Yeah, it’s not the most pleasant aroma. It’s formaldehyde; it helps us preserve the cells and organs we grow in optimal condition until they are needed. Welcome, Ms. Ancaris.”
“Please, call me Adriaas,” she requested, hoping he would understand. “I’d rather not use my last name here, if that’s okay with you.”
“No problem,” he responded with a smile. “I understand the desire for anonymity. No one will know who your father is unless you tell them. Now, instruct your kabbalah to show me what you have learned since deciding to join our branch.”
Adriaas followed his command, asking Ion to showcase her progress to her superior. Bygurin, a clean shaved man resembling his late thirties with silver and gold curly hair and dark eyes, analyzed the young aspirant’s advancements.
"Hmm," he murmured, studying the holoscreen intently. His scrutiny sent a ripple of nerves through Adriaas. "It appears you may have been running before you could walk. From what I see here, you've been training yourself in open surgeries. While commendable, that approach won't work here, at least not yet. You cannot lay your hands on anyone until you become a Chesed."
Her disappointment was visible, prompting him to address it. "I understand this may not align with your expectations, but you are on a path now, and that path is a journey you cannot rush or cut corners on. You need to start with the basics and pass your examinations to become a Chesedin. Here, you will learn the theory and practice behind growing and maintaining organs."
"So, I won’t be helping people directly?" Adriaas asked, her voice tinged with frustration.
"You will help them by taking care of the organs they will receive," Bygurin clarified. "Once you are ready, we will teach you how to grow the organs yourself before progressing to Deep Neural Scan or one of the other specialties we have here. Now, please follow me."
Bygurin led her on a comprehensive tour of the lab, explaining the processes involved in organ growth. He also showcased the other sections of the clinic. Adriaas, initially skeptical, began to understand her role. Each lab served a crucial purpose, vital to the people of Jargalan. As a volunteer, her presence ensured the smooth flow of operations, enabling her to learn from the members of the Chesed first hand. They rotated based on progress, striving to gain as much knowledge as possible to secure admission into the Chesedin program.
Her first days were filled with introductions and learning the ropes. The world of volunteering consumed her in ways she had expected. In weeks, Adriaas formed new friendships, authentic, thanks to Bygurin, who showed no concern for her father’s identity and kept it secret. She delved into a craft she had never contemplated before, gaining knowledge and learning the virtue of patience.
Although much of the process was automated, it required her constant attention to ensure stability. After two months on the job, her superiors recognized her aptitude and taught her how to grow organs from scratch. Under Bygurin's guidance, Adriaas absorbed the theoretical knowledge, excelled in the tests, and surpassed the average candidate to Chesedin. Her efforts earned her the position of trainee supervisor of the organ growth lab after only four months, a good omen for the rest of her volunteer, which she expected to be over in less than two years.
Six months into her work at Shamangolian Jargalan, Adriaas mustered the courage to approach Bygurin. She had been planning to inquire about her transfer to the Deep Neural Scan, the room dedicated to exploring and operating on the human brain, reserved for those volunteers with clearance and specialized knowledge, like Chesed and those with special privileges.
As usual, she arrived at the lab early in the morning, finding Bygurin overseeing the previous day's work.
"Good morning, seniority," Adriaas greeted as she entered the lab with two anti-spill cups of coffee.
"Good morning. Thank you, Adriaas," Senior Bygurin responded, appreciative of her gesture. "Splendid work. There are no corrections. I'm afraid these supervisions have become part of my routine. You've mastered organ growth."
"I owe it all to you for enduring my relentless questions."
"Never stop asking them," he encouraged her. Seizing the opportunity, Adriaas broached the subject that had been weighing on her mind. "In that case, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but when do you think I’ll be ready for the Deep Neural Scan?"
"You’re ready," he said, smiling with pride. "I’ve been wondering when you’d grow tired of organ cultivation. Unfortunately, our volunteers there aren’t ready to relinquish their positions just yet."
His words dampened her newfound enthusiasm, a change not lost on Bygurin.
"Don’t look so down. You know how things work, and if I may say, your exceptional talent has placed you ahead of schedule," his tone serious. "There’s a vacancy in disease control—our previous volunteer has switched branches. A replacement will arrive soon, and you can take their place while surrendering yours here. You should also know that the Deep Neural Scan will remain occupied for at least three more months."
Adriaas pondered her response while Senior Bygurin’s kabbalah, a deep blue triakis icosahedron, interrupted.
"Apologies," it interjected. "A group of Gevurah are waiting for you and Miss Ancaris outside the building."
Confusion enveloped Bygurin as he left the lab, with Adriaas and their kabbalahs trailing behind. The young apprentice wondered why members of the Fifth were present, as no one else had arrived yet. Their questions were answered when they reached the front entrance and found four members of the Fifth waiting for them.
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