A Clear beautiful day on the island of Scara Brae In an almost hidden cave on the cliffs, the strangest of gateways opened up. It was many colors, and swirled. Looking at it, it seemed like an impossibly long tunnel to a place that was not on Althanas.
"FREEZE!" Yelled a voice. A man in a lab coat jumped out carrying a great big tube mage of glass, containing what looked like a clear liquid. The portal began to close and as it did, a burst of energy killed the man in the lab coat.
"Esmerelda, Wake up, my duaghter" The man said, as he fell, and as he died, he whispered "I love you"
The tube mean while, glowed slightly, and what looked like a liquid, became what looked like a young woman wearing nothing. She was sleeping still, and as the tide came in it picked up and carried the tube out of the cave where it dashed to pieces on a coral reef. Unprepared for real water, Esmerelda quickly awoke and changed to aquatic mode as energy rippled through her Swarm, which protected her software files. Unfortunatly, the damage had already been done, and most of her files were corrpted. Her self-preservation software kicked in, and she made for shore, and washed up on land. Water leaked out of her sides as the swarm loosened just enough to let the water out.
Esmerelda scanned her command files, waiting for someone to give her an order. A leaflet advertising a Metalworkers shop in the Scara Brae Bazaar flew out of a careless travelers hands, and ended up in her face.
"Come to the Balderk Brothers Dwaven Smithy and see why we're the best in all of Scara Brae!" It read.
Esmerelda looked at the leaflet like it was an order, and so began walking, having no idea where Scara Brae actually was.
In the distance her eyes caught sight of a group of women. Knowing that she was currently emulating the female sex, being unable to emulate males due to the corruption of those files. She saw they were dressed in leather, and emulated their style. a Cloud boiled above her skin, as billions of Nanites left the protective inside of her body, and weaved themselves together into Leather Armor. No one could tell she was not actually human. She looked exactly like an Amazon wearing Leather Armor. It felt, and protected like Leather Armor.
"Scara Brae?" Esmerelda asked. Her voice sounded robotic and echoed itself. The real amazons looked at her strangly as they pointed down the path behind them.
Esmerelda thanked them and walked on, damaged by water and electricty generated by her own Nanites. She needed Steel and Gold to repair herself.
One of the Amazons caught up to her and stopped her.
"Here, you seem to need a good healer. Here's Two-hundred Gold, use it to catch a ride to the Temple in Scara Brae, they can help you, they can heal you." One of the nice Amazons said. Before Esmerelda could do anything she felt a small purse of two hundred gold pressed into her hand, and the Amazons took off out of site.
She was wounded, and in need of repair. She had trouble keeping her shape, and parts of her kept dissolving into liquid. Not even her hair remained a solid color, and shifted color, eventually fading to steel grey, following a trend the rest of her body was showing.
Stumbling along the road, barely keeping herself in one general area, Esmerelda looked at the signs. She found she could understand them, they being so similar to the languages she was programmed with, that is, a number of computer languages, and two varients of what was known as Universal. She scanned her files on diffrent societies, and discovered files on a little known world called Althanas, this world that she was on. Before he died, Her Programmer, her Father must have made them her dominant common information files.
That was how she recognised The Balderk Brothers Dwarven Smithy when she came to it. Yes, a blacksmith, a worker of metal, surely he would sell her some steel. She did not know what the name of either Balderk Brother was, but she surmised the Dwarf with the long neatly kept beard behind the counter was a Balderk Brother. She heard the sounds of metal being worked in the back, presumably by the other Balderk Brother. Indeed the front where she was, must be where they sold their wares. She could tell they were fine wares, dwarves were not known for poor craftsmanship.
She walked up to the counter, almost completly dissolving in the process. She hoped The Dwarf wasn't too afraid of the unknown thing before him.
"I-I am, da-dia-Disabled, injured, broken. I am, I need Steel to heal, to become whole. Please, begging, pleading, wise master of metals, give poor Esmerelda some fresh steel to heal." Esmerelda begged. Her voice sounded distorted, and echoed several times, not do to the acoustics in the room, but in her own mouth, almost sounding hollow. Her voice wasn't working right, causing her to stutter.
She took out the purse, and put all but fifty gold on the counter.
"No weapons, pure unworked steel." Esmerelda said.
Then, of all things, she ate the fifty remaining gold.
One single thought futtered through her processor. Something someone had said once.
"Any suffeciently advanced technology will appear to the uninitiated, as being no diffrent than Magic."
Perhaps she could pretend to be a weird sort of magic user.
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