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>XXI View Circa 790 M31
He was at the fair, 97 weeks total after his induction into the Complex of Karak Ankor-Zul.
His first 10 weeks had been relentless testing and isolation. After that sequence, he had been allotted to family and laboratory duties, while being in contact with the Kin Guilds of Crafts.
Much had been learnt. Much had been remembered.
He gazed his surroundings. The Guilds were gathering for the death of a mighty potentate. A famous Brokhyr, inventor and craftman. Phi had even known him, for a brief if memorable moment, speaking an enigmatic language different from UR-026. He had learnt it of course, necessity made law. A wise 400 Terran standard years something was dead.
What is the core of a human ? What defines humanity? Was he less or more human that the Kin surrounding him? He felt logic. He had been crafted like they had been. Ur-026 thought so most likely. Well not exactly like them. His craft had been greater.
That did not solve the question that if he was crafted and they were too, were they human at all? What was the basic template he was meant to surpass?
Anyway, time was flying and soon others would come. He had discovered, by secretly connecting with older data link, using the Technomancy warp discipline, that after all this time in the Complex, suddenly less than 100 years ago, the local technology had started to change, a small but unhinged progress toward composite material, better conductivity and better software, and various other minors arrangements.
It seems however that for Millenia, the base tech had barely advanced, on its fundamental core that is. Furthermore, social structure, had started to evolve, in no certain direction according to shallow observation, but testing the Kin abilities and social engineering.
He advanced toward a Guilders gentry assembly, stony fake smile adorning his face, his mysterious gaze gauging them, with a respectful nod, the Kin were a highly hierarchical society, bound by filial Piety toward the elder and wiser kinsmen.
The Kin liked him or feared him instinctively, usually both in awe, rarely reacting to him with terror, a behaviour named transhuman fear he knew. Weighting fear and adoration, he addressed them one by one, each group after another, displaying the personality they would most likely indulge, while not swapping his persona so much to alert UR-026 spies of his duplicity. It was as natural as a Hydra flowing with the water.
He did not possess preternatural charisma or manipulation abilities per se, his words were not so convincing as hypnotic-imbued nor anything supranatural he knew that.
Yet they viewed him as he wanted him to be viewed [Alpharius ability], his appearance becoming less conspicuous in their eye. It aided him greatly into blending with the Kin Culture. He sniffed they were older Kin starting to sense the change in the Culture, accepting it, but not desiring it. He repressed a humming, structural weakness in the social fabric.
