Lilah pulled out a notebook, which I dutifully copied into my own notebook, and started explaining the basics of spell construction. Apparently, it operated a bit like a procedural for-next loop. Programming was not exactly a useful skill, but I got sucked into it when I was sixteen because there was a HUGE amount of information on the subject. Actual spellcasting was entirely procedural, just like old-school BASIC, but enchanting was more like object-oriented programming, with the embedded object being the enchanted item itself.

You built the spell in a circle, just like a for-next loop, in your own mind. Not hard, except that all the ‘commands’ were runic structures from, you guessed it, the runic library. While we experimented trying to create a simple spell that I could use without screwing up, I started formulating ideas for expanding spells to become object-oriented instead. That way, I could build a single spell ‘object’ for a basic effect and then use adapt spellform to alter the parameters of the resulting function.

Honestly, you built the spellform in the air, drawing it in your mind as you traced it, trying to channel the mana to it with your hands. It seemed wasteful, and probably was, but apparently, building the spellform was necessary for actually making the magic come out like you wanted it to.

She was looking at my diagram and seemed to hum approvingly. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before? That won’t work for a normal spell, but if you attached that to a focus, with a permanent spellform, you could channel mana through it and use it for… well… in this case, I guess a harmful or beneficial effect based on your life affinity. What would they do?

I shrugged, “I don’t know, but I used the basic channel mana rune, which is supposed to pick up your affinity innately. Like what you were doing with your mana when you made that flame.”

She laughed, “You could actually see that? The spellform?”

I nodded, “Yeah, I think that’s part of what recognize does… it shows me the patterns of what I am doing. That’s why Charlie was easier than I expected to mend, because each of the damages she had showed up as disruptions in her patterns, and pattern preservation does exactly what’s on the label, it helps preserve and restore broken patterns.”

She nodded, “A master teacher would probably fail you for it, but since you don’t actually have a magic projection trait, it saves a huge number of steps that a traditional spellform that incorporated a projection rune would take. Show your work, you know?”

“What does that mean?”

She shrugged, “That means instead of having to carefully trace a highly complicated spellform in the air and your mind’s eye, maybe taking several minutes to get right, you could place this much simpler spellform on a focus of some kind, like a gem, plate, or a scroll if you didn’t mind the mana destroying it the first time you used it. Ironically, while it’s even simpler than most basic spellforms, most mages don’t know how to do that until they are at least uncommon ranks.”

I nodded, “I guess it was too much to hope I had invented some incredibly new way of casting spells. My dreams of becoming the next overpowered isekai protagonist are forever destroyed.”

She shook her head and chuckled, “Well, as someone without access to rotes, that might be the fastest and most efficient way to cast a spell. I mean, Angel has been practicing her haste spell for damned near a decade, and it still takes her almost a minute to cast it correctly before a fight. As a non-mage, it also drains most of her mana, but she doesn’t really depend on mana during a fight proper, so it’s usually worth the time. She probably wouldn’t use a focus like that, because she needs her parameters to be pre-set, and running her mana through a focus with all the complications of pre-set parameters would bleed off enough that her spell would probably fail unless she shortened the time, but for you?”

She thought about it carefully. “That might be your greatest strength, again, based on how material-focused your vocation is. How did you figure this out?”

I sighed and tried to explain. “My only entertainment when I wasn’t trying to survive or scrounge food was a library, and they still had computers, an electricity supply, and a resolver connection to the Appleton Community College. So I had access to a couple of college databases, an Amazon depot server, and however much of Wikipedia they had archived on-site. Lots of useful information once you learn how to ignore the fake history stuff.”

Lilah shrugged, “It’s the natural desire of nearly everyone to try and change reality so that they look better, smarter, more moral, or whatever. The crash certainly ended THAT particular illusion. History is written by the winners, and then re-written by the survivors.”

I shrugged, “Well, yeah. But after I ditched out of the orphanage, my schooling was not exactly normal. I honestly don’t know anything about history since they can’t even seem to agree on anything. Abraham Lincoln was a black, white, man, and woman who either freed the slaves or conquered America, and was executed by a guy that was either a satanic assassin or an angel from heaven.”

“Still, between the school databases and the archives, a lot of stupid things that caught my interest were saved. Runic seems to be similar to the command system of an old procedural language called Forth, but with a ton of stuff tacked on like early BASIC and a JAVA visualization front end. Obviously, I have to memorize the runic libraries in order to actually make any more complex effects, but I have my suspicions.”

“What sort of suspicions?” She asked curiously.

“Well, it looks all sorts of cobbled together. With multiple overlapping functions, and a really weird stack-popping mechanism, It almost feels like someone stripped off the interpretation engine of an old communications satellite, threw in whatever free coding crap for dummies that they could find on the internet, and I bet most or all of the functions could be replaced with any magic trait by anyone with a basic knowledge of what they do.”

She nodded, “That’s probably what they did. Humans are capable of using magic without all these pass-throughs. Hell, your mend is basically exactly like a spell that you haven’t quite mastered yet, and as you gain higher ranks, certain parts can be excluded or done away with completely as you gain certain traits. That’s why master mages can cast very powerful spells in heartbeats.”

“Runes are also very direct, and the basic runes, while stupidly complicated, are almost like a very basic model… all the potential alterations have been pre-configured, mana costs minimized so the caster doesn’t kill themselves with mana drain, and even some of the basic runes have exactly the same functions only with different parameters to make a different effect. Let me show you.”

She drew a new version of one of the runes in my book with one that was similar, but much simpler. “That is a rune from an improved library. It still has mana limiters, which are important to remember for low-ranked people with a tiny mana pool, but it can be flexed to have a greater or lesser effect. It can be used for directed or general uses and has a more flexible link to accept mana of various types. The first one is a binding rune, which is used to wrap a summoned material around an opponent. It is specifically Earth-bind, which means it returns a result of raw mana that converts into…”

“Raw silicon,” I replied. It was pretty obvious that the atomic number was 14, with no modifiers for complicated molecules.

She nodded, looking at me strangely. “Yes. It summons raw silicon to bind the limbs of an opponent up to a certain size. This one is different, though. It will allow you to pass through mana for a variety of different materials, including innate mana. I use it in a binding spell that’s more of an attack than a binding since it wraps them in chains of fire that do more damage as they move through them by passing through my affinity mana.”

I nodded and used the backside of the prior page. “So your symbol is like this.” I started monkeying with the rune. “So if you added this to the command, this loop here, and a repeat function, you would increase the atomic weight by 1 and add solid phosphorous instead of silicon into the mix. It would have to use a bit of untyped mana, which I understand is more limited, but then it would create bands of pure phosphorous helix structures, like… phosphorous nanotubes”

“Let’s multiply that by a thousand loops or people would just lop their legs off escaping from a mono-molecular strand. That way, by spending a little less untyped mana than the original base bond, and include phosphorous into the damage, and continually regenerates every time a band is consumed or broken, for one minute. If you double the untyped mana, The multiplicative effect is almost ten times… and of course, the burning phosphorous would increase in temperature by almost a thousand degrees each minute.”

“By the time you hit ten minutes, assuming your fire affinity holds out, the bonds would be several times as thick and the temperature would be… uhh… nevermind, lets cut that loop in half, that’s hotter than the surface of the sun, and would probably kill anyone inside of a block. After four minutes, the bonds would melt through solid steel easily, and at five minutes a limiter comes into play, replacing some of the untyped magic with your fire magic. Is it possible to feed untyped magic back?”

She was looking very strangely at me, “Yes, as long as it’s truly untyped. It would be a little like drinking a mana potion.”

I nodded, “Right, so at five minutes, the untyped mana gets fed back through here.” I pointed at the feeder link. “Which, I guess we could build a holding diagram for another purpose like… say… maybe an outer freeze shell? Or it just feeds back into you, but if it lasts the whole ten minutes, that feedback will be like, ten times as much untyped mana as you added to it first. Basic chemistry for the win.”

She nodded and looked at the drawing. “Well, you forget that this has to be a three-dimensional structure. We can push a shortcut by spinning the rings horizontally here and here.” she quickly drew two more, simplified runic circles, but with little buzz marks showing where they linked. “So it’s like a fake sort of three-dimensional, but in a real advanced diagram we’d make it fit a lot more cleanly and use that space.”

She smiled a little, “We might even leverage that feedback for a second effect, like the ice you mentioned. It looks like you could just flip this part to make it more efficient, by using the fire magic to draw heat instead of shifting it to untyped, right? But feeding back ten times the value of the spell could cause mana burn.”

I nodded and grinned, folding the paper to make the connections visible before unfolding it. “Is that possible?”

She nodded, “Very possible, if you wanted a very dead beast burned to a crisp and then coated with a ten-foot shell of ice for barely the mana it takes to cast two bindings.”

I shrugged, “You are the fire mage. I figure you must be used to having your meat well done by now. And you can also cut it short at any time. After five minutes you start to get the ice shell, which will handle any feedback, and even before that any feedback should just feed into the strands, which I guess vaporize after the spell folds.”

She nodded, her black hair bouncing. “That does make sense, but this spell wouldn’t work for someone who doesn’t have an aspect that can feed the second part of the spell. For a frost mage, for instance, you don’t have any of the multiplying effects from the phosphorous burning.”

I grinned, “Why would a frost mage need it? His own ability would do double the work, feeding both the primary and secondary effects. Basically creating an impenetrable shell of solid ice for ten minutes. Or he could just use the bonds themselves, and ignore the second part of the spell entirely if he doesn’t have an aspect.”

“Two questions.”

I nodded

“The first one is, what would an affinity like yours do?”

I shrugged, “As far as I know, my life aspect is growth, health, and rebirth. The secondary aspect would probably make them either the healthiest damned bound monster in existence or it would instantly develop horrible cancers that grow and consume it, while the tapeworm in its gut grows to the size of a boa constrictor and starts eating it from the inside out.”

“Or I run the magic through the reversing rune and it drags all of its essence, and life, out through the chains. If undead are a thing here?”

She nodded.

“Then it would just make a really strong undead with the reversion. If it’s alive, though, as long as it’s smaller than a bus, the death effect should kill it so hard it’s great-grandchildren feel it.”

I shrugged, “Or I could do something stupid and throw tomato seeds at it while I cast the spell, and then the silicon would reinforce the vines and in ten minutes we would have a bushel of the world’s best tomatoes grown from the body of a very dead monster. What’s your second question?”

She stuck out her tongue, “Would you marry me?”

I gulped, “What?”

She laughed, “Got ya. But seriously, This is insane. You don’t even have a quarter of the library written down, and you already created a revised spell that’s just sick. Obviously, it would have to be channeled through a reasonably powerful focus, the power overload from affinities would burst a standard basic spellframe in seconds, and you also haven’t accounted for the improved materials of higher-ranked opponents, because you clearly don’t know what effect rank actually has on creatures… Charlie could probably bust this before it hurt her.”

“But the concept is horrifying, and from what I have seen it would totally work on up to common-ranked enemies. What’s really awful, though, is that I am looking at this and realizing that I should have been able to see it… and didn’t. I don’t have a solid grounding in chemistry or physics or whatever, but I just… use the standard runes, and get a little extra from my affinity. But this.” she shook her head slowly. “Can you do more?”

I shrugged, “Beats me. Three months ago I was buried in a cool essay on buckyballs and nanotubes, and when I looked at the silicon symbol I realized you could expand it to include entire molecules, it was even set up to handle it for stuff like ice.”

She just shook her head, and started studying the third diagram, committing it to memory, I guess. “You should head out. You have shaken up my worldview enough for one day, and we can finish memorizing the first runic library tomorrow. Hell, we can probably get it up to at least minor before we leave, you twisted genius.”

“Just leave?”

She nodded, “Yeah, before I make a bet I will regret about letting you grope me. Oh, and I will go ahead and get the version of this that doesn’t have the fire feedback loop built into a focus for you. This is YOUR spell, and you deserve to be able to protect yourself.”

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“Try and memorize the first version of the energy spell I gave you. I know it’s kind of retarded, but you should be able to cast at least one spell that doesn’t require a focus. Now you get to run off and fix some potions in the kitchen, killer.”

I was shaking my head as I slowly walked to the kitchen, where Angel was sitting with her leg up, drinking tea.

She glanced at me and smiled, “Finished so soon? I expected you to come out of her room naked.”

I raised an eyebrow and she stammered for a second, “I meant, I thought she’d wind up burning your clothes or something, not that.”

I shrugged and sat down across from her. “Mistress Lilah did ask me to marry her, but I had to respectfully decline.”

She looked a little shocked, “Mistress Lilah?”

I nodded, “She insisted on honorifics while I was in her classroom. We were doing well until she brought up the bondage spell, and then I think she lost control of herself.”

“Wait what? What happened?”

I smiled mysteriously. “Well, I imagine you will have to ask her about that. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Trust me, I will. Do you know what we are doing?”

I nodded, “Renee told me you want me to do more potions.”

She nodded, “Yeah, do you think you can handle a common?”

I shrugged, “I have two new traits that might help enormously, but I am a basic class… I can give it a shot, but no promises. Quick question. Can you get rid of traits?”

She nodded, “At a shrine you can, but it’s a lot of trouble.”

“Why?”

She growls, “Because when you ditch a trait, the stupid shrine fucks with your memories.”

“What do you mean?”

Angel sighed. “Renee is not a stealth fighter. She is good at ambushes, has a decent tactical sense, and sometimes decides to take advantage of visibility and terrain. Silhouette decided that meant she should have the bushwack trait, which is okay, but anyone who scans you assumes you are at least a part-time bandit because it includes a lot of ambush assistance and stealth. It’s one of the prohibited traits down in Aster’s territory for good reason.”

“So she got it stripped because it blew her only free utility slot.” Angel pulled a red potion out of her pouch and put it on the table. “The problem is, it also took almost all knowledge of ambush tactics, cover, terrain, and stealth with it. This is stuff she spent years learning the hard way, some of it from before the crash, and it just took them like she got them for free from the trait. She had to re-learn a lot of it, and there are still things she forgets about that she used to have mastered, like fighting from blind spots.”

“Shit. The fucking system gave me an anatomy trait that doesn’t give me anything I didn’t have before, and it took one of my utility slots in the process… and all of the best traits I want come from utilities.”

“Do you have any left?”

I nodded, “Yes, three.”

She laughed, “Okay. Oh, woe is me. Only three. Most combat classes only get two during their entire run of the vocation.”

I shook my head, “screw you, I wasn’t whining. I am just pissed at Silhouette for making yet another stupid decision without asking me.”

She smiled slightly. “You get used to it. I know it sucks, but it happens more than anyone would like. At least you get plenty of slots to ride it out. Me, I get a pretty even balance between combat and utility slots, because of my path. I usually have a device, focus, or trap in one hand and a weapon in the other. I am very ambidextrous, which is extremely helpful with my path.”

I nodded as she continued, “But one time, just one time, I wound up wielding daggers in both hands. I mean, I am used to multitasking with both hands, but the device hand, whichever one it is, is almost always my most important combat role. We have two big hitters, and controlling adds, crippling harder enemies, and traps are how I help the best… but one of my common combat traits is now ‘Duel wield’.

I nodded, “So you never get to use your trait.”

She nodded, “Yes, but see… here’s the thing. The stupid trait isn’t dual wield, I mean, that I could handle, but it’s duel, spelled dee you ee el. It’s restricted, a big bonus when I am in single combat with a sentient opponent that has been declared as a duel, and I am wielding a weapon in each hand. I never fight in duels. If someone tries to challenge me and doesn’t take no for an answer, the next step they take will probably involve losing a foot and then falling on a spike trap packed with regurgitants.”

She sighed, “But if I try to recycle it, I lose ambidexterity, which would absolutely kill me, because it’s not an actual trait. I broke my left arm when I was a little girl, and for six months I had to use my right hand, so I got good with both, and the system was too stupid to call it a free trait.”

I nodded, “So, I have noticed that the runes from the basic library are complete shit. The techniques for linking runes outlined in the library are barely more than a tutorial that I immediately figured out how to exploit, and it turns out the entire runic library is basically cribbed from old idiot’s guides and government manuals explaining how to write KOBOL so brain dead septuagenarians working at the DMV that don’t understand more than a handful of English can figure out how to supposedly update it. Is there a way to avoid letting that abomination steal one of my magic slots?”

She thought about that for a few minutes, and then said, “Yes.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “Yes. Smiths use it when they are creating enchanted gear. Magic is not… the runic language that the silhouette created. It’s patterns. I don’t know a huge amount about it, but runes are designed to represent those patterns in an easy language for mages to grasp and manipulate. As you said, I think it’s a lot like a computer language, which the Silhouette identifies and uses to help you manipulate magic.”

“But magic doesn’t belong to Silhouette, it belongs to us. You said you saw the patterns forming in the potion. Potions are very much magic, our magic, environmental magic, and essence combined together to create an effect. Alchemists do it by combining existing patterns together and trying to screen out the harmful ones. Smiths do it by finding the patterns in metals and substances and realigning them into powerful forms by force. Mages do it by using a runic language to interact with it directly, heck, in the end, most classes do it by letting the silhouette guide them into patterns that give them strength.”

“You could create your own pattern tools, your own language, your own runic or set of rules… the magic and the essence are like a gigantic computer that needs a language to function. That’s why some people still believe that our world is a gigantic simulation, but I don’t think so. Silhouette works because it overlays those patterns with a set of rules that, if followed consistently, will produce a consistent result, but as lots of people have realized, it’s a bare-bones system, cheap garbage, that barely works and is packed to the gills with flaws and inconsistencies.”

“It’s called a tutorial system for a reason. Apparently, some people found some documentation that the Grays left in the system a few years ago that explains that Silhouette was intended to be an introduction to the concepts of essence and mana overlays, but they just kept tacking on more and more updates to address situations that it was not designed for, and ignoring anything that didn’t directly profit them.”

“Apparently, it was incredibly old, and supposed to be absolutely free, and last a few weeks to help a planet survive and adapt to a newly-awakened world with magic and essence, and then it was supposed to be replaced by either a sponsored system, meaning galactic civilization that doesn’t seem to care about us, or by something the inhabitants designed themselves.”

“And guess what happened?”

I sighed, “Almost everyone died.”

She nodded, “Exactly. Magic and essence awakened, and over half the women, and ninety percent of the men, including almost every one of the geniuses that designed the internet, all of our creative writers and nerds, and basically anyone that enjoyed Star Wars or Lord of the Rings was dead. So do it yourself.”

I shook my head, “I can’t. Those guys had college, brilliance, an enormous set of resources, and the shoulders of giants to stand on.”

“So?”

“So I don’t have that!” I said, irritably.

She smiled evilly, “So you are saying that an entire lifetime of education, with nothing to worry about except survival and educating yourself from the resources of college and exactly the nerds that were eliminated, was not standing on the shoulders of giants? Look, you recognize the flaws. Your entire vocation and mindset is based around fixing things, so how about you focus on fixing them?”

I slumped, my head in my hands. “Crap.”

She looked at me closely. “You do have time. Not a lot, but you have some, and you are growing faster than anyone I have ever seen. You have a vocation that breaks all the rules, an affinity that seems to do the same thing, and a foundation of knowledge that seems to be stronger than the old nerds could ever hope for. Think about it. But until then, let’s see if you can improve this potion. We might be able to get a ride up to Saint Mary for free, but you are going to need resources, and this is a way to earn them.”

***

“You promised!” Crystal fumed at Jove.

The big man glared at her, his eyes fiery behind the carpet of facial hair that decorated this incarnation of his face. “Dammit, Crystal. You know better, or I will cast you out of the Pantheon and resurrect you as a whore in Mesopotamia. A few decades on your back, until you die of consumption, might teach you a lesson in respect.”

Crystal sighed and dropped her head, “My apologies, lord, but I still have a personal interest in this one. I am not an idiot, sir. I set him up to have at least a good starting point and a decent chance. Your new hatchet man killed him six times, from starvation, no less, before he even got a chance to gain his own abilities! And I just found out that the world is on a collision course with its own destruction… what will happen in four generations when the whole planet is overrun by monsters?”

Jove grinned, “Good ratings, that’s what. One man, alone against an entire planet of monsters? People eat that shit up. Those gods we installed? Not one of them has had even a minor following. I will admit that Kushiel was right about those guys, they were complete losers. The only ones that have shown any promise was that goddess of chaos and destruction, Aster, and that minor demigod, what was her name?”

“Charlie.”

He nodded, “Right, that minor demigod of righteous battle with a man’s name. She took a sudden uptick after she hooked up with Death. Especially that whole healing scene… we had almost eighty million upvotes on that thing.”

She sighed, “You still promised me that he’d get a reasonable chance. Not a one-in-a-million shot with only a ghost of his memories. Those mortal subcontractors literally conned the entire planet, and I could see the new guy’s hand in this. They are merchant scumbags, there’s no way they could have produced a decimation retrovirus tailored to humans on their own, just look at the cheap crap of a system that they sold them! Did you know it’s supposed to be freeware?”

He nodded, “Of course it is. The humans on that version of Earth had their chance to do better, and they squandered it. That’s hardly my fault.”

She shook her head, “You had your hand in it at every stage after you gave your word not to interfere. If it comes out that this whole arc was falsified, the fallout will be even worse than the Milli Vanilli fiasco.”

Jove glared at Crystal. “I am the god of gods here, little goddess. My word is what I say it is. Reality bends to MY will, not yours… are you threatening me?”

Crystal gulped and shook her head, “No, sir, I am absolutely not. I work for this network. Please simply allow him the chance to clean up this abominable mess. You’ve said it yourself… Most gods are idiots and love a good hero's journey and a happy ending. Mortis is absolutely fucking things over at every turn, and MY stories are suffering.”

“Sure, the network is getting a temporary boost, but we are alienating the faithful and the demon lords will drift away to something more… gruesome, shallow, and violent soon. They always do. I heard GODS reincarnated George R.R. Martin just to lure them away.”

“So what are you asking for? Not even I can change the past, and Tachyos is even less cooperative than Kushiel was. Admittedly, he has a good reason, and I don’t want to erase my own existence, but are you sure your interference won’t wreck our ratings? We NEED some blood, and the Christian Saints are a weak demographic to write for.”

She smiled a little, “Minor goddess, remember? A little push here and there from us to our chosen is super traditional, and even the old gods can respect that as long as I don’t overdo it and give him the sword of Heracles, mirror shield, and helmet of invisibility.”

Jove growled at her.

She shivered a little and backed away. “Please just give me access to help a little bit, here and there. His mortal form still has huge potential, but those gray bastards have started to notice the inconsistencies and are doing everything they can to shut down all avenues of potential for him. He’s still going to be oppressed and hunted, that’s good story and how heroes are made, but just a nudge in the direction of maybe saving the world and his own thoughts on the subject should make for a great subplot.”

“Will there be sex? I won’t cater to the demon lord demographic, but sex and violence are always good for ratings. So far, he’s been hanging out for days with four horny women, and except for that healing scene, there hasn’t been anything but hints.”

She smiled, on more familiar ground, “Lord, I have been writing these stories and getting great ratings for hundreds of years. Please trust me on this, there will absolutely be some great sex, and the audience will eat it up because it’s meaningful.”

He nodded, “Fine. I still don’t like that asshole, but I will put a sock in Mortis for a while. I expect a ratings boost in...three weeks real time. You care about meaningful, but most of our demographics don't.”

Crystal nodded. That was almost a year local. If she couldn’t turn him into a ratings driver in a solid year, she didn’t deserve to call herself the goddess of light and love and great romance ratings. She had five daytime Prometheus awards, after all.

She briefly considered sending an avatar, but she liked humans. This Earth, if they ever got a real system, had been cleaned up nicely, just a few billion monsters to defeat, and all of the old corrupt systems were destroyed… and if her darling Kushiel succeeded, the NEW corrupt systems were on their way out too.

This Earth would be a great place to retire, even if she hooked him up with a harem first. An avatar would make that impossible unless she made them disposable, and she hated setting up her avatars just to be stricken down for the sake of the story. It was cruel, and avatars were people too. They had their own souls, even if they were just a reflection of hers.

She smiled a little as she shifted to her office. She had an idea. Jupiter wanted violence and sex? She could do that… Love could be jealous, and light could be the burning rays of destruction as easily as the nurturing light of growth.

Time to set up a death cult. Very traditional, and she hadn’t gotten a chance to play an ironic villain in a very long time. The old gods that had gotten reincarnated were greedy, evil, and lazy enough to grasp at the chance to be looked on as heroes while they relished in their vile perversions, even without their godly memories.

There wasn’t a villain born that didn’t think that they should be lauded as heroes. Sure, the ‘evil church of the light’ trope had been done to death, but audiences had short memories, especially gods. It was popular because it worked, even if it would piss off the saints.

Now… just a few local months while she got to work… Soon dear Thaniel should start decoding the universe, and even the gods had a system.