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Beginning Robo-Golemancy

Beginning Robo-Golemancy

I wander back into the mansion. Finding my way to the kitchen, I eventually come across a slightly rotten pickle. Hmm, that should work for my experiment.

I use Possession on the pickle. I feel my entire existence being squished into the small phallic shape. It’s similar to being sucked down a very small vacuum tube, and if I were claustrophobic then I would be terrified.

Alas, I am not.

Interesting. While I’m inside the pickle, everything is dark; I can feel nothing. This is most likely due to the pickle being a vegetable and not in possession of a nervous system.

Projection, on the other hand, allows me to fly away from the pickle, but only about three feet. A small red tether also links me to the pickle.

Now, here’s an important question: What do I want to do?

I really don’t do much. I lived my first life mostly peacefully, dying to help my friend. I lived my second life uneventfully, dying to a plague. Now I’ve been given a third chance, but I’m stuck where I am. I can still interact with the world, somewhat, but I don’t even know if people can see me.

And just to add insult to injury, I’m stuck on this property. This extremely large property on the edge of the country’s capital.

I guess I may as well just mess around with the estate until something changes. Level some skills. Maybe buy some too.

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Right. So…it took five hours.

It took five hours for me to clean the entire mansion with my telekinesis.

I mean, it did rank up again, so I’m at about 800 pounds.

I did find some goodies like the Duke’s personal treasure room. Guess what? It was hidden behind a bookcase in his room.

The man kept a ton of gold, silver, copper, and platinum coins in there; however, I was interested in something else. A set of inscribing tools.

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Runic Inscribing is essentially programming with magic. Specifically, object orientated programming. I would say this is a great boon, but the tools are a fancy set, made for showing off and not using.

Anyway, long story short, I bought a Carpentry skill for 10 points. An axe into the forest brings be a sizable log for me to whittle down with my several knives at my command.

I strip the long into thin yet sturdy rods with notches for interlocking. I create some wheels for pulleys and joints. I attempted a omni-directional joint, but my skill is nowhere near good enough to make one of those.

I make a torso and a mask. They’re just a concave plank and a massive hollow log. The feet and hands get much more intricate parts. And numerous too.

So yeah, I’m making a puppet, but this looks pretty average.

[ Through repeated actions skill: Carpentry(Minimum, Passive) has ranked up to Carpentry(Minor, Passive) ]

Confiscating some leftover threads from the servants’ quarters, I wire the limbs together. It…takes a while. There are a lot more joints than I remember making, but they each have a pulley and simple joint to which they need a wire.

Now here’s the hard part. Yeah, all of that work was the easy stuff.

I’m in the back of the mansion. There are several loose pebbles here, but I need certain stones, and they need to be of certain size. Shape is tough, but I can whittle them down if need be. It would be amazing if I had some gemstones—especially mana-infused ones—but the only ones I have are lodged in the furniture; I don’t want to damage them too.

Let’s see…some limestone should be good. It’s soft enough for me to whittle, and it has a good Earth and Water connection. Those combine to form Life Magic and that should add some vitality to the puppet.

I would like some obsidian and topaz, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Using the pickaxe and knives, I attempt to make disks of varying sizes. I fail a few times with a some missed swings, or too much power.

In the end, I did get some limestone fragments that could pass for circles…if you squint hard enough.

Now, I just have to place the disks on each joint and pulley, then inscribe them to work in tandem with the main motherboard I’ll have to make, then I just have to figure out how to connect them.

It’s at times like this when I miss having Stack Overflow.

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Alright, now for the finale. I must Possess this adequate puppet.

I really need to spend some more time on this demonic-looking nightmare, but that’s a problem after I figure out if my assumptions work.

My soul shifts to fill the wooden container, aura flowing into each limb and ligament. The magical motherboard sends a small pulse in reaction to my mana. Sending one back, the cycles begin sending pulses of mana throughout the puppet- No, rudimentary golem—in an initialization process.

I slowly, methodically, prop myself up, slipping slightly under the unfamiliar feeling. I quite literally am incapable of feeling anything, and I have to eyeball all my movements. There also seems to be a delay between my thoughts and the action performed.

I jump around and stretch a bit to test this body’s limits. Hmm, another problem: the mana between my soul and the motherboard gets a little muffled, so any action will be slightly less than what I want. Perhaps it’s due to the power supply also being the I/O bus, namely me?

And now, a brownout leading into a blackout as I run out of mana.

The body collapses as the magical particle no longer circulates and moderates function. It’s…strange feeling locked away in here.

I un-Possess the body and hover above it slightly. Hmm, so basically movement only and sight as the only sense. I can’t exert more force than I like nor stretch the body. I can’t speak nor use any of my five senses, par sight, but even that leaves things to be desired.

Mainly basic sight actually. Yeah, I wired some rubies I found into the mana network, but they just act as mana ultrasonics, revealing only the basic shapes of things that possess mana and exist in the physical world. I wouldn’t even see other spirits with this.

Oh boy. I have a lot of work cut out for me.