*Mission time remaining: 3 minutes 5 seconds"
'Hurry, hurry, hurry, for the love of God, Buddha, Allah, Jesus Christ, and Mother Mary, Hurry!' "Calm down Eisen, we're going, we're going." The nurse couldn't believe how urgent Eisen's little face looked. It was rather amusing if she was completely honest.
As she walked into the room, Mark woke up and started to stand up reaching for Eisen. "What seems to be the problem?" "I don't know honestly, he's dry, semi full, and his muscles seem to be okay. He just won't quit crying, he probably just wants you two. Babies are pretty sensitive to their parents when they're live born. Especially towards their mothers." The nurse patiently explained.
As soon as Mark took Eisen, he started crying again "Wahhhhh!" 'Sorry, I'm busy right now. Give me food!' He knew from personal experience how bad it was for a father to not be able to calm his newborn but Eisen didn't have time for that nonsense right now. Even as the adults screwed around he was losing time!
*Time until failure: 1 minute 23 seconds*
Eisen decided to go all out! "Rarwrrrrrrrr" He tried his hardest to lift his little stumpy infant arms towards his mother and he death glared at Mark.
Mark couldn't help but chuckle in a self depreciating manner, as sad as he was, it was pretty cute to see his son acting like a momma's boy. Lydia woke up after hearing Eisen squealing in rage. She chuckled as she reached for him. "Come to momma, are you hungry?" The nurse denied, "He shouldn't be, the system assures me he should still be half full." But in a firm denial, Eisen tried to nod furiously, as he lifted his little paw like hands to swipe at Lydia's boob.
"Goodness, you're a lively one aren't you?" commended Mark as he laughed uproariously as Eisen's behavior.
*Time until failure: 10 seconds*
'Fuck this, this is too much damn work. How hard is it for a baby to get some food!' He decided he would never do something this dangerous again. He was literally playing with his life here and everyone thought it was cute!'
Lydia removed her gown and brought Eisen up to her breast to feed. Eisen latched on with the gusto of a starving man who had walked out of the Sahara after a month of no food.
*Ding: Mission Accomplished, Grade E, Standard Award .005 Str*
[Str: .01, Congrats on First Mission Success, all stats + .01]
[Str: .02]
[Speed: .012]
[Int: 3.15]
'Mos, you said the babies here are born approximately 300 times stronger than me?' Eisen asked in trepidation.
*That is correct, ignoring your Int stat which was forcefully raised due to your previous knowledge the average stat of a baby here is 1.5*
'Fuck; those little monsters are… monsters. Is my Int stat the same as before I died or was there damage taken from the New Life Protocol?' Eisen couldn't help but ask, the alternative was just too scary. If a baby was half as intelligent as an adult… Eisen didn't have words for it. Scary!
*Mos can not answer with 100% certainty as Mos was not with Eisen Pre-Death, however Mos can say with 98.3% certainty that if Eisen suffered any damage from the New Life Protocol it would be within the range of .00005-.0001 loss of stat. Intelligence comes from the strength of the soul more than the strength of the brain.*
'Fuck, you're screwing with me again. Please say you're screwing with me Mos. I mean with that as a starting point what would the end result be? If I was to take an uneducated guess, what do adults have an int stat averaging 30+?'
*That is correct, the average adult here has stats in the range of 30 give or take a variable of life style, life choices, and direction of pursuit.*
'You keep saying here? Where is here Mos?'
*I believe we are on a planet called Earth, are you not familiar with it? You come from here after all, how could you understand the language otherwise?*
'Great Mos, get upity with the baby who just died and was reborn, real nice. … Wait, Earth? Nonsense, this can't be earth. We just compared my adult int stat as 2x an average infant, hell they could be as high as mine if their parents specialized in int. Shit, where's that brick. Welcome, … to the future?'
*That is correct Eisen, the approximate year is 4200, Welcome to the future.*