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<<1 hour before Hatching, Xirius conscious The Imperial Throneroom>>
[...16hrs has now passed, Stasis has been disengage and pain cancelling emitters has been removed. Host's sibling and Host are now in pristine condition, you may begin the Hatchings process at any moment...]
Even as the system A.I. notified me, I could only furrow my brows in displeasure from the system haphazard behavior to every action it takes. Honestly, I'm not at all surprised by it's carelessness anymore.
I've addressed this issue before but my first 1,000 years was hell with this A.I., however I was still naive and still lacked the ability to comprehend that me and the system, were partners and that I called all the shots.
After all, the system was complex and extremely omnipotent. I saw myself at the time as a infant given an automaton that could implode the solar system at my command, but the mechanism had a mind of it's own and it wasn't quite delicate when handling a child.
Truly a terrifying existence the system A.I. is, it granted me power, knowledge, and longevity. Of course I had to adjust my body and mind along with my very soul to get them, I couldn't help but wonder why it so easily obeyed my command's or what was it's true nature in helping me.
It caused me a great deal of headaches and pain whenever it took action according to it's form of efficiency, during those days I thought it was reminding me whose truly in charge of my fate and to not get cocky.
It was one of the many reasons why I never got a God complex.
But until 999 years in, the system A.I. abruptly showed signs of a personality. I genuinely was fearful that my usefulness was coming to a complete conclusion.
However, my fears was unwarranted as I continued to converse with the system. We finally had a genuine conversation in the first nine hundred years we've spent together, I even named her Xova. Apparently there was always a 'personality matrix' in the system.
I just never asked.
Xova then taught me all the functions and settings I needed to be aware of if I personally wanted to make any changes. In the past you'd think the system would immediately inform me of these types of things.
Obviously not.
It only notified me of events around my vicinity or about myself, my queries was easily answered and explained but it never spoke of itself nor it's actions unless I asked.
So as I sat there on my throne pondering what I should do with the system without forcing Xova's personality from surfacing, suddenly like clockwork, a grand idea came to mind.
A Proto-Personality Matrix.
A few hundreds of years back in my earliest years of the Empire, I along with the assistance of the system, created this algorithm during the synthetic age of my domain. This matrix allowed A.I. mainframes or synthetics the ability to comprehend emotional patterns and pheromones from living organisms.
They assess vocal wave lengths and facial expressions along with pheromones produced by certain emotions emitted from the sentient organisms brain. Once it cross reference the information gathered from the individual, it'll begin running the data through it's matrix before executing an appropriate response or action accordingly to properly aid and/or convers with other sentient lifeforms.
All in a quintet of a second.
Slang, metaphors, jokes, and sarcasm are more challenging for them to understand but it's not impossible for them to get it, if given both the time and data necessary to slowly build a permanent personality they'll blend in well in society. Although they'll only be able to mimic emotions they can't really act on them, mostly because I wanted to avoid illogicall consequences from happening, so a few contingencies were set in place.
I quickly opened the system's holographic interface with a wave of my hand and began applying the same algorithm with several tweaks here and there. While inputting the new proto-personality matrix, a certain visitor appeared in the center of the throneroom.
Which of course was my twin sister. She stood 4'1ft tall with a petite figure of a 7 year old and snow white hair that stopped at her neck, as for her eyes only one can be seen do to her bangs covering the left side. Even then her light-green vertical slit eye shone radiantly within the hall, she had bronze skin from her head to her lower abdomen and like our mother she had scales on both her arms and legs.
Her scales were emerald green with golden scale plates on her shoulders, knees, waist, and her back where her wings were well tucked away. As for her tail it was only 2'3ft long but it's girth would almost put a python to shame.
I was quite surprised by watching her materialize inside the throneroom of my consciousness. A truly gifted talent, quite impressive. This will also mark as our first meeting, instead of a telepathic conversation, even though I made her aware of my past life and the system, she gazed upon me and the surroundings with awe.
After recovering from her amazement she then put all her focus back on me, she then swiftly scurried her way to my throne with a determined glint in her eye, once she was close enough she uncaringly pounced through my holographic interface and tackled me with a loving hug.
"Big brother! I finally get to see YOU! Now I can come to visit you whenever I want! And today we can FINALLY meet mama and papa, this is the most important day of our lives! Well...maybe not as exciting for you but it's means a ton to me, so don't be such an old man..."
My sweet little sister went on and on about how this was the best day ever, sadly. I on the other hand had to pry her naked underaged body off my face.
'Son of a....-sigh- I should have told the system to teach her common curiosity and decency too, her bashful yet careless behavior will certainly cause complications in the future.'
The system, thankfully. Had already begun nurturing her while I was unconscious from my harsh entry into Nevalion, she was taught every subject known by all young scholars in the Empire at the 6th grade level, all through memory share.
A technique all telepaths share to provide the other individual with information and knowledge.
Eventually I succeeded on prying her off of me and settling her down on my lap while materializing a white gown for her to wear. She was rather disappointed that I not only didn't return her embrace but restricted her in some sort of comfortable fabric.
"Now little angel I need you to be less rowdy please, you're brasion attitude must be re-rectified to avoid further embarrassing the family from you're shamelessness."
"As an old coot, you're big brother can't stand your absences of manners, respect and no true lady should ever rush into the arms of others in the nude. How shameful." I didn't bother hiding my sarcasm while feigning disappointment at my sister uncouth display of affection.
But being young and innocent her petulant state was overridden by her concerns for her social skills, she didn't think she offended me in anyway. To her she felt like everything she said so far was nothing more than the truth, so what was wrong with her? Quickly she finally noticed I too was wearing robes different from hers and tried piecing together what she did incorrectly.
I could only chuckle after viewing her perplexed face contorting every few seconds. But since she was distracted by her thoughts, I went back to setting up the system's new proto-personality. My mood at that moment improved immensely.
'No longer will I have to rely on an inconsiderate partner who neglects my well being by cutting corners! Fuçk 4 more years of that bullshít.'
As the minutes ticked by as I worked on the proto-personality, me and my sister went over some ground rules and some basic forms of common decency.
"I still don't get why I must wear these clothes big brother?" My sister said with a raised brow as she lifted her skirt.
"If I can only reveal my body to the one I love most, then you shouldn't have complained earlier brother! I love you LOTS!!! I'll wear them when we're in front of mama, papa, and stranger's, but once we're alone I'm taking them off. hmp!" My sweet little angel, proudly proclaimed her statement making it known by all.
Gladly it's just me and the system.
"I don't mind seeing you're bare skin dear sister but for my sake, please keep that to yourself. Promise?" I asked.
She thought she'd won this time around, when really I was just throwing her a bone.
"I promise big brother, I can't wait to see you're new face outside! Hey since we're twins won't you look like me!" She spoke ecstatically.
"There's a possibility but I'm hundred percent sure I'm a Male." Though I said that, I hoped that was the case.
Drackin anatomy is tricky for males. And I'm not going in depth about it until I can examine myself outside in solitude.
"To be honest, calling you big sister outside will be pretty weird big brother." She tried to put up a concerned front, but her twitching betrayed her.
'If you was instead my brother dearest sister, the gloves would've already come off.' With a pleasant smile and crack off my neck, the sudden tension sent shivers down my sister's little spine cutting her internal laughter short.
"Uh-umm... Soooooo, Are y-you gonna tell mama and papa about your past life brother? hehe...heh." She asked nervously scratching her chin while looking around to avoid eye contact.
Obviously she tried to change the subject but as I thought about it, She did have a rather good point.
How was I going to explain all of this especially the system almost triggering my little sister's permanent demise. I rummaged around the old noggin for a few idea's, that's when it hit me.
'Honest to a degree.'
"Welp, I'll tell them the truth, in due time little one. For now I won't hide my intelligence, just my might." As I finished reprogramming the system, I stood up with my twin sister in my arms.
"Are you ready to meet our parents little angel?"
With a nod and a sweet smile my twin sister embraced me once more.
'Even though I got big aśś curveball flown my way I'll give it my all to turn this experience into a memorable one that I'll never come to regret. Alright Nevalion prepare your best, cause I'm gonna dominate everything you throw my way!'
[...Hatching process engaged...]