[IN CONCLUSION, THE HUMAN RACE WOULD RELEARN MOST SIMPLE AGRICULTURAL PRACTICES, AND WORLD POPULATION NUMBERS WOULD SLOWLY RISE TO PER-EVACUATION NUMBERS IN THE FOLLOWING CENTURIES.]
Leta blinked, processing everything the story that the words in her vision had told her. And it did feel like a story. A fantastic, unbelievable tall tale invented by an active imagination and a brain lacking air.
Rubbing her eyes with the hand that didn't have an IV in it, Leta reminded herself that she's apparently having a conversation with the hive mind of atomic sized robots in her bloodstream.
Too much.
Too much information for one night.
She was too sober to deal with this.
"Let's just say," She grumbled, "for one moment of absolute madness, that I believe this. How do I know that this is true and not my poor brain trying to cope with the fact that I nearly died? Hallucinations are not out of the realm of possibility after being poisoned by millenia old toxic sludge."
[DURING THE NANITE PROGRAMMING PROCESS, A HIGHLY SPECIALIZED MECHANICAL VIRUS IS INJECTED INTO THE HOST IN ORDER TO UPLOAD NEW SPECIALIZATION PROGRAMMING ORDERS, CALLED PROGRAM CLASSES. MOST PROGRAM CLASSES WILL HAVE SPECIALIZED SOFTWARE UPLOADED DURING THE INITIATIVE.
[THESE SOFTWARES ENABLE TO HOST TO QUICKLY PERFORM ACTIONS THAT WOULD HAVE TAKEN YEARS IF NOT DECADES TO LEARN ON ONE'S OWN.
[FOR EXAMPLE, YOU RECEIVED MULTIPLE SOFTWARE UPLOADS, INCLUDING THE SOFTWARE 'TONGUES OF THE MANY', WHICH ENABLES THE HOST TO FLUENTLY UNDERSTAND, READ, AND SPEAK A LANGUAGE AFTER BEING EXPOSED TO THE LANGUAGE FOR A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. THIS IS HOW YOU ARE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE DOCTORS AS WELL AS MYSELF AS IF YOU WERE A NATIVE SPEAKER.]
"Okay… that's compelling evidence," Leta mumbled, thinking back to when she was able to understand Greek earlier. She'd brushed up on the language before the trip through learning apps, but was in no way fluent.
[THE HOST DOES NOT HAVE TO BELIEVE GADA AT THIS TIME. EVIDENCE OF THE TRUTH WILL BE MORE PRONOUNCED AS TIME GOES ON.]
"Aaaaand now I'm slightly terrified. Awesome." Leta grumbled, swallowing. She suddenly had a deep sense of foreboding at the nanite's words.
'If Pilar was here, she'd give me a look and whisper "foreshadowing"'. She thought to herself.
"Okay, so - Gada, I think you said your name was - going with what you've said so far, why did the Atlantians leave? You said that they received a distress signal from where they came from. What was so terrible that they needed to leave when they'd been here for centuries?"
[RECORDS DO NOT LIST A CAUSE FOR THE DISTRESS SIGNAL. HOWEVER, ONE CAN HYPOTHESIZE THAT THE EVACUATION WAS DUE TO AN ATTACK ON THE ATLANTIAN HOME WORLD BY AN OUTSIDE ARMY. RECORDS INDICATE THAT A SIZABLE PORTION OF RESEARCH CONDUCTED BY THE ATLANTIAN SCIENTISTS AND ENGINEERS INVOLVED IMPROVEMENTS TO THE WARRIOR PROGRAM CLASS, WEAPONS, AND ARMAMENT. IN FACT, THE WARRIOR PROGRAM CLASS AND IT'S SUBCLASSES COMPOSED MORE THAT 70% OF RESEARCH CONDUCTED BY THE COLONIES.]
Leta paused as Gada gave her explanation. "Right. A technologically advanced race would be living like kings among the human race that was just getting out of the stone age. Something serious must have gone down for them to voluntarily leave, and war has always been dependable in getting people to leave fertile lands in a hurry."
Sitting down for so long in one place had made her back feel stiff, so she sat forward and stretched her sore muscles.
All things considered, she felt surprisingly good for nearly dying by genetic mutation. Her sore muscles quickly eased after a few moments of sitting forward. Leta would have dressed and left the hospital if she knew where her clothes were.
"You said the Atlantians took everything with them when they left." Leta inquired, "If that's the case, why was that nanite injector thingy still in the ruins?"
[CACHES OF IMPORTANT DATA AND MATERIALS WERE SECURED AND STORED IN SECRET LOCATIONS IN THE EVENT THAT THE ATLANTIANS RETURNED, OR TO QUICKLY REVITALIZE THE POPULATION SHOULD THE PLANET AND ITS INHABITANTS BE NEEDED IN WHATEVER EMERGENCY CAUSED THE EVACUATION.]
"So… basically I got stabbed with a backup safe of specialized virus-robots."
[CORRECT. THE HOST HAD FOUND ONE OF THE CLASSIFIED CACHES, LOCATED WITHIN THE RESEARCH LAB OF DR. PHERENIKE CHILONUS.]
Leta's love of history bubbled up at the mention of the room and its owner.
Dr. Pherenike Chilonus.
Who was she?
What did she look like?
Why did she become a scientist?
What was she researching?
So many questions raced through her head she didn't even realize she'd asked the latter.
[DR. CHILONUS WAS THE HEAD RESEARCHER AND DEVELOPER OF THE PROGRAM CLASS, MONARCH. THIS HIGHLY SPECIALIZED CLASS WAS PRODUCED TO BE THE PINNACLE OF CLASS PROGRAMS, PROVIDING COUNTLESS BENEFITS TO THE HOST AS WELL AS REMOVING SET CLASS STATUS LIMITATIONS.]
[CONGRATULATIONS, HOST. THE CROWNING JEWEL OF ATLANTIAN NANITE RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT NOW RESIDES WITHIN YOUR GENETIC MAKEUP.]