Pertis Hindles, Pertis House, 5842 U.C.
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I’m finally back after an exhausting 12 hours work shift. Same routine every day for 2 years now, without even as much as a single day off. And all that for what, below-average salary. If I complain, I’m finished.
How did I even end up like this? Few mistakes, bad luck, betrayed by people I trusted. Multiple factors accumulated and I’d lost everything I had. To make things worse, I’d been stripped of my future. These working conditions are the best that I can get now. It means that I’m a slave to a system called society.
I open the sealed door to my room and resist the urge to simply lay down and fall asleep immediately. As much as I just want to rest and dwell in my misery, I can’t afford that. I can’t accept this reality, not even after all this time. I’ve kept my sanity intact. At least that’s what I want to believe, but to be honest, I don’t think a person can stay sane after all this. I think I’ve lost my humanity on the way.
I committed myself to a particular project. A project that will allow me to escape this hell and start from scratch. I enter 30 digits password following a fingerprint scan. It may seem like excessive security, but it’s necessary. Nobody can ever see what’s behind the hidden door in my bedroom.
I enter, and the door shuts instantly, activating the advanced security system in my whole house. I go down the stairs listening to the metallic sound of my footsteps echoing within the basement.
Arriving at the bottom, I sit in front of several monitors. As I do so, an enormous machine that looks something like a computer used centuries ago powers up. It might look old, but it’s infused with the latest technology available in addition to my research results, which have never seen daylight. These days computing machines, like this, are way smaller without lacking in power, but I’m willing to compromise on size and get even more juice from it.
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After booting up, the screens in front of me show several different views, with the main one being a view of a planet. And it isn’t this planet, not even in this solar system or galaxy. Current technology allows us to inspect thoroughly every celestial body, no matter how far it is, from up close. But it's nothing special. The real intriguing part lay on my upper-left monitor, on which it says that preparations are complete.
My DNA has been converted to light-infused null matter waves. What does it mean? In short, I can transmit my DNA data to said planet and attach it to whatever living matter I so desire. My goal is to escape this reality by blowing up this place and dying right away after I transmit my consciousness on a long trip toward a planet, I will call home soon enough.
With this technology, it should take around 3 months, but it’ll be affecting the space-time continuum, so I’m not sure how long it’ll take in reality.
The place I chose is very far behind with science development. Native people, not only humans but also elves, dragons, etc. exist there. They’re so hung up on magic that they aren’t that interested in the development of science, which from my standpoint is a little pathetic, since magic follows rules of elemental theory and without even understanding quantum theory, people there tend to think that magic aptitude is something you’re born with and by controlling concept they call mana by saying some ridiculous words you can affect reality.
Being able to use magic without understanding the science behind it means that, this place is infused with elemental particles. It’s intriguing, and adding to that there are multiple similarities with my world from centuries ago described in books, I decided that it’s a perfect place for me to settle in.
We have strict rules prohibiting more advanced societies to interfere with the affairs of the lower ones until they can reach the space exploration phase, so I can just forget that aliens even exist. But most important is that I can’t leave any evidence behind that I was committing taboo.
That’s why I set up a homemade nuclear warhead to detonate after I leave this place. Maybe it’s a little too drastic, but this basement can withstand most normal explosives. I’m a little scared. If something goes wrong it’ll end up in my death. From a public point of view, it’ll look like I just had enough and committed suicide. No one is going to miss me, and it’s the same for me. I’ve nobody in this world anymore. Maybe that’s why I can make that decision so easily. Well, there’s no point in dwelling on that. I just need to push a single button.