Neo Tokyo's streets were dripping with energy. This was the same kind of caffeinated excitement he felt in his veins. To him, sleeping is like a luxury he can't afford, at the brink of discovery he would not close his eyes for fear of losing something important yet to come. And so he winced each time they tried to shut down his computer's screen or at least darken it a bit - every act seemed too slow and painful in that state of mind.
His tiny studio apartment, It was all about work. Blinking neon lights buzzed incessantly as if trying to reveal the most important secret to the world, and half-eaten takeout containers sitting on the desk and floors, served as a testament to his disregard for anything that wasn't code.
Alex's lips let out air in annoyance as he saw the red
"Error: Out of Memory"
sign flashing in his screen. He had put in much of his time into selecting the best AI companion, an endeavor he considered his most significant work. However, his little Neotokyo apartment could not sustain the high requirements for processor use. Finally, he went outside to a balcony full of neon lights and with a dizzying view below in order to rest for some time. It was at that point fate or maybe one especially vindictive coding command happened.
He looked back and was gazing at his computer screen from the balcony when all of a sudden a bad delivery drone fell down on him. It went towards the ground in such a way that he could not avoid it; there was just enough time for him to think about his final words before being hit by the falling object -
"Perhaps I should not have devoted all my resources to creating cat ears."
As the world he's living covers his vision with white blinding light, he found himself looking at the god, Thinking that he was sent to heaven, In the void there echoed a laughter that was cold, but resoundingly boomingly, Alex felt a cold shiver running down his back. and the words with which it was filled continuously dripped of it with amusement.
The god's voice was a cacophony of whispers as it stated in a booming voice that it would take pleasure to observe a frail and dumb being like man trying to exist in a world where he tries to survive a world he's never meant for.
Paramedics swarmed Alex's small apartment with the stink of burnt electronics and ozone in conflict with the sterile smell of disinfectant. The crumpled figure on the balcony was dyed crimson while garbage neon lights scattered over the city from the broken window, forming a sharp contrast. The two men were separated from other people around them, despite being dressed in neat tuxedos during such turmoil. Nevertheless, they both had their eyes on this event in their official clothes.
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A man with grey hair and a lot of experience addressed a young officer keeping security in the area.
"What made him to die?"
"It was a blunt/drone object that killed him, sir,"
The officer answered, his voice full of respect but with some admiration for the two personalities in front of him.
The silver-haired man grunted and looked at the blinking monitors and sparking wires that dominated Alex's workspace. At that moment, there was something inquisitive in his gaze, which took away the seriousness of the situation for a moment. After that, he pointed towards the other man, who was younger with a sharper jawline,
"Daniel, please have forensics take close examination of all things electronics; perhaps what we have here is much more than mere malfunctioning drone delivery system."
As they were loading Alex's body onto a gurney, a silver-haired man moved towards a young detective silently investigating through Alex's desk. From within several take-out boxes and scraps of code printouts, a USB stick attracted his attention by sitting without movement.
"What is it detective?" he asked.
The investigator stood up, his hand raised holding the disk.
"Boss, the files are encrypted. However, the IT experts are trying to find its decoding technique. it seems that the data is mainly confined to the medical field"
whereas all of a sudden the room filled with low buzzing sound causing the monitors to flicker madly. They look puzzled before it stopped on short notice then the whole room became engulfed in blinding white light only to fade and leave them mute with awe. In the room there was a faint and rhythmic thumping sound.
"Waking up, he heard cooing and smelt the cloying smell of baby powder. He opened his bleary eyes, spying on a couple gigantic concerned blue eyes. He became panicked as his tiny hands reached out to grab his cheek.".
"Tanya, there you go, sweetheart,"
in a woman's soothing voice spoke. He was reborn not as Alex, a sleep-deprived programmer, but as Tanya. a whimpering infant in a world that is eerily similar to his old world, yet it was strangely antiquated. A flicker of intriguing replaced his initial despair quite swiftly that had something like it interesting in some hidden place in his mind as a forgotten code snippet-a weird new ability.
He possessed a fascinating skill. He had the ability to think of something and it turned into reality. Without any tool or instrument in his hands, he could instantly transform common raw materials such as timber into basic equipments. Whenever he would lay his hand on an old wooden spoon it could make it sturdier. Rather than by sleight of hand, he used to turn waste materials such as cans of soft drinks into useful items like a drinking cup all in his mind. It was pure magic! With such a trick up his sleeve, All he had to do was think about it and touch it!
It wasn't as if the AI that he had been hoping for was already in existence. But it was only the beginning of what he can make. A demonic grin played over Tanya's lips invisible beneath that gummed smile of hers. That pseudo-benign god of this world, who considered him an idiot, knew very little about him.
Alex Evans- no, Tanya, the crafting mother of god, would not only make it through, not only she would dominate the world. One day she would call that being a god to account for all the tricks it had been playing on her. and find a way to go back to her old world.