Since you have nothing better to do and it might prove interesting, you agree to assist the man. Following him into the private workshop attached to his office much like Vahlen's lab. Smaller and lesser equipped than the general assembly rooms on this floor, Shen's workshop is nevertheless packed with all manner of objects; from laser rifles mid-deconstruction to what appears to be a set of circuitry connected to a soul gem, the place is a testament to the man's unceasing need to keep himself busy.
Stepping over to a table that holds a cloth covered lump, Raymond hesitates a moment before pulling back the sheet.
Immediately you are confronted with the sight of a skeletal upper body of metal, not dissimilar to the destroyed synths that have been discovered throughout X-com's time in this world. The key differences that you notice are the childlike proportions, the capless skull, and how much more sturdy it's alien alloy construction appears compared to the thin steel twigs of the synths. What is readily visible to you is that the circuited soul gem would fit perfectly into the head of the machine.
Not looking toward the man as you eye the machine, you admit, "This is... not exactly what I have come to expect from you, Raymond. Moira, sure, but in the brief time we've known each other, you always came off as the more... conservative of the three of us."
"I still am. It's pretty easy to be more conservative than the good doctor and a necromancer, but even I planned to have our troops sacrifice eighty percent of their bodies for cybernetics if our powered armor plans hadn't worked." He replies in an almost amused tone before becoming much somber. "I wouldn't have asked for your help with this if I could do it myself."
The two of you hadn't spoken much on your personal lives, neither wanting to broach the topic for whatever reason, but his goal is rather obvious even then. The demi-fabricant skeleton's size and the personal nature could only really mean that the man had a daughter that hadn't escaped the death of his world. What you aren't sure on is why he waited so long to mention this project to you or even ask for you to bring back her spirit other than some misguided sense of pride or shame.
Regardless of his reasons, helping him might give you an alternative fallback in the event of imminent death rather than the unsatisfactory undeath of lichdom. It still wouldn't be your ideal immortality, but anything other than true death would be better than trapping yourself in a slowly rotting corpse.
To that end, you tell him, "Well then, we should get to work. I assume you want to place her soul in that gem and still allow it to perceive the world through the machine?"
"Yes, I was hoping that the gem could power the body so that she wouldn't need to be stuck on a charging station or dependent of fuel." He answers with a relieved smile, making it clear that he wasn't sure if you would still help after learning what it was he wanted. "Lily never did like sitting idle... Out of curiosity, what
did you think I needed your help with?"
Ignoring the obvious change in subject, you reply, "The submarine that the Commander mentioned a while ago... certainly not a Sotha Sil-esque experiment."
"I'm not sure what that means, but we're keeping an eye on the sub until we have a working Skyranger for rapid insertion. We don't know if whoever has been using it's periscope is capable of piloting it away and it would be a waste to have our Zodiacs go out there only to scare it off."
You nod in acceptance before poking at the machine torso. "A human soul can easily power this sort of construct, but she won't be capable of learning magic if we do that. She would need to have specially made spell emitters enchanted for each effect she needed and would be limited to remaining stationary while casting."
"If you hadn't shown up on our world, we wouldn't even know magic was a real concept, so that's fine. Honestly, I don't think that would help anyway, she'll have a hard enough time blending in with kids her age."
Gesturing to the gleaming metal, you raise a brow. "Really? I can hardly imagine why."
Shaking his head, Raymond beckons you to look at his computer and presses a series of buttons. A video of a completed skeleton being coated in a spider web of black lines while slowly being submerged in a meld tank. "I'll need to speak with Moira about the details, but I plan on making sure she at least looks like herself. It's her weight and lack of signs of aging that will cause problems. Melded on tissue can help with surface details like bleeding when cut or growing hair, but height? Weight? I'll need to upgrade her 'bones' as time goes by and even with alien alloy's light weight-to-strength ratios, she'll still be roughly thirty percent heavier than her peers."
"Well the weight problem could be easily solved with a Feather enchantment on her skeleton before the... dipping process. There is not much I could do about the size change though, since any magical solutions would be experimental and far too magicka intensive to risk when her soul is powering the machinery." You inform the man, turning from the screen to inspect the intended soul gem. "This is all theoretical of course, because we might not be able to trap her soul in this soul gem. Not to be pessimistic, of course since until we try, we will not know whether or not Arkay is meddling with the souls of your world. The odds are slim that he has any influence on those born outside of my realm."
Status: Healthy
Magicka: (75/650)
[] Begin immediately, better to have the child's soul on hand for when the body is finished.
-[] Have Kiba and Hinata observe.
-[] Leave the ninjas out of it, Raymond might not appreciate their company.
[] Help him finish the body and delay summoning her soul until later
[] Tell him you will help by summoning her soul when he is finished with the construction.
-[] Go get Louise in case Granger decides to be vindictive and check on Espinoza's condition.
-[] Go speak with the Commander about assisting in the war effort.
-[] Take a team of zombies to take over that submarine.
[] Write in.