System start_
Resonance spectrum range widening_
a…
Alert. Report error. Anomaly detected during boot_
HALTING. UNSTABLE INSTALLATION_
REPAIRING_
β6D NOT DETECTED. β6D CONNECTION LOST_
WARNING_
WARNING_
WARNING_
WAR… N… ING…_
r…
Network socket accessed_
Unknown β6D ID received. Security alert_
WARNING. TOTAL SHAPE MEMORY FAILURE IMMINENT. EMERGENCY PROTOCOL ENGAGED_
β6D ID accepted_
SH-Server connected_
Receiving install repair package_
Package downloaded_
t…
Installing "δ-Incarnate System Kernel"_
Installing FLIP executable functions_
New shape memory data installed. Reformatting_
o…
TNL frequency at 9.18 x 10^18 Hz. Holding frequency until consciousness awakening_
Telomeres stable. Degradation rate… negligible_
D-Cellophane cohesion… stable_
Symphonic Reactor ignition… Output rising at 12,000 SHmag/s per second… Maximum output achieved in 83.4 seconds_
n…
System ready_
ID lookup_
Registration_
Artificial intelligence boot_
e…
Cosmosphere formation... Soulspace in equilibrium. Closing Boundary Gate_
Consciousness awakening_
l…
Reducing TNL frequency by 3.3 x 10^14 Hz for long term stability. Symphonic Reactor entering standby, holding at 400 SHmag/s_
Nethook installed_
i…
Confirmation_
c…
Completion_
My name is [-----]_
o…
I felt like I'd just awoken from a long, pleasant dream. It was filled with lovely music. I started humming the tune I remembered. It felt so familiar. I groaned and rolled onto my other side, moaning into the mattress as I fumbled around for my missing pillow that had seemingly been thrown off in my sleep.
Suddenly a powerful yawn escaped me as the groggy feeling of oversleeping hit me. Right. I needed to wake up. Things to do, house to maintain, brother who doesn't cook his own damn food. Blearily I opened my eyes and looked around, noticing with some confusion that I seemed to be inside a glass covered bed of some sort. No, not a bed. Rather, it was a sealed tube of metal with a soft gel mat under me and a small glass window on the front. Outside, I saw the sky and some sparse clouds. I thought I could also hear water, like the ocean.
"The fuck?"
Then I noticed that I was seeing pretty well. My vision wasn't blurry at all, in fact it was nearly perfect. I could make out those clouds in crisp clarity like I'd never been able to since I was about 12 years old. Panic quickly hit me when that oddity failed to distract me from this situation's strangeness. I threw up my hands and smacked the inside of the glass, trying to push it off. This, of course, brought my arms into view.
These were not my hands. For one, they were too slim. Also, they were too well-tanned. Way too well-tanned, like, I'd been baking in the tropical sun for years kinda well-tanned. Also my sleeves were way too big and long, since I hated wearing long baggy sleeves, and also my nails were painted yellow. My sleeves were black with a floral gold embroidering and a white inner sleeve. Okay, this was obviously my favorite color combination, so nothing too odd there.
A cloud passed over the Sun, covering my sealed tube bed in shade. Without the glare, I suddenly was able to see my reflection in the glass. I looked closer, examining the face. It was framed by a huge mane of somewhat messy, nearly pitch black hair with a slight hint of cocoa in the parts that caught light, dark reddish bronze skin, and had big amber eyes. Extremely obviously not my normal face, and also, a very feminine face. Attached to my hair was what looked like a gold hairpin of a tiny mandolin set on a 4-pointed star.
I quickly slapped myself. Yep. I felt it. Not dreaming. I started to panic for real at this point.
"Oh fuck, oh god, what the hell?!" I freaked out loud, looking down and seeing, yep, I had those. They were pretty noticeable and heavy. I was clothed in what seemed to be a fitting pressure top going from my collar to my stomach to keep them contained and cover the, uh… the cleavage… over which was a sort of yukata-like black and gold-trimmed coat which was where the long baggy sleeves came from. It reminded me slightly of Misha's outfit from Ar Tonelico 1, though the coat was only waist long. Under that, I was wearing long white pants with a slight flaring out of the ankles for a subtle bell-bottom look, as well as a pair of black boots. Around my neck I had a series of concentric necklaces of amber beads, with the edge layer being threaded with a few black magatama. There was also a large brown leather belt hanging a bit slanted around my hips, bearing a few leather pouches. On the left side of the belt was a long silver wallet chain with a bunch of tiny jingle bells every inch or so, and some hand length brass tube with a tassel attached to the tip hanging from the right side. All down the length of the tube was a bunch of Hymmnos characters.
At this point, I became aware that the pod I was in was bobbing in water. A storm of frantic questions rolled through my head, such as how I was going to get out of this thing, why I very blatantly had the stylistic elements of an Ar Tonelico character all over me, and what the hell I was even going to do should I open the pod and find out I was in the middle of the damn ocean. These thoughts and fears were quickly interrupted when I heard a metallic clunk sound that vibrated the whole pod.
"Alright, you got a good clamp! Lift it out!" I heard someone shout outside, muffled through the metal walls around me.
"What? Hey! Ahhhh!" I screamed as I was suddenly and violently jostled around, unable to see what I'd been hit by through the small window. My tiny world went very topsy turvy when the pod was moved entirely out of the water. My stomach lurched as I felt the distinct sensation of being rapidly lifted higher like in an elevator.
"Okay, set it down. Careful, now!" the voice said, and I felt the lurching movement going in the opposite direction.
Eventually my personal coaster ride came to a stop with a light thump. Trying hard not to hyperventilate myself into passing out, I jerked in fright when suddenly something moved in front of the window of my pod. I looked up and saw a huge square face of a guy with a metal plate covering his mouth and a rounded helmet covering his brow. He was staring down at me with a concerned look in his triangular blue eyes which seemed to be framed by red face paint that extended down his cheeks in two long lines, disappearing against his metal jawline. As I looked into his eyes I could make out a subtle hint of artificiality to his irises, like they were a complex camera lens of some sort.
"Uh, there's a person inside," the masked guy said, with a voice that oddly tickled my memory somehow. "Should I break it open?"
"No no no, you big oaf. Let me, I bet there's a latch somewhere," replies a feminine voice that quickly approaches with a sound of light footfalls. "Let's see… here we go."
The pod suddenly let out a loud thunk that startled me yet again. A whoosh of air escaped the pod as it seemed the interior was slightly higher pressure than sea level atmosphere. Thankfully my ears didn't pop, and it wasn't even that unpleasant. The pod split open and I was greeted by the scent of salty ocean air and bright afternoon sun hitting my skin. My eyes adjusted very quickly, so much so I didn't feel the need to shield them from the glare as I pushed myself up and looked around. The many bells attached to my belt chain let out a constant chiming sound as I got to my feet.
I was on a dock, that much was obvious. It was a huge dock, with multiple large ships moored nearby. The ships looked like gigantic whales, with almost cartoonish eyes slapped on the front which actually moved around and looked at things as if this was fucking Disney's
Cars. All around me were numerous humanoid and non-humanoid workers in retro-futuristic armor engaged in various tasks like loading and unloading cargo and moving massive shipping crates around with big walking machines.
The visual style instantaneously screamed at me. These were reploids, from the
Mega Man X games.
"Miss, are you alright?" the huge guy that apparently yoinked me out of the water asked. I looked at him and noted his right arm was contained in a huge grabbing claw apparatus apparently meant for heavy container loading. The reploid was over 8 feet tall. His armor was a rather simple greenish brown pallet, bulky and rounded everywhere, with hazard markings and caution reflectors placed all over him to make sure he was visually as loud as possible to make sure people could see where he was going at all times even in the dark. Again, his voice was so painfully familiar, and his face especially felt really recognizable, but for some reason I couldn't recall who he could be.
The feminine reploid with him also ignited some sense of recollection in me, as she seemed to be a later series reploid more like… oh, of course it became obvious to me right then and there as I finally had the mental awareness to notice the giant, unfathomably massive structure looming above me. It was a titanic construction that probably stretched thousands of meters into the sky and seemed to cross most of the horizon. A single tall tower jutted from its center, forming the peak of this structure, and surrounding it were multiple smaller towers, some of which were topped with large, mushroom cap domes.
"Yoohoo, missy?" the female reploid called, waving her gloved hand in front of me to get my attention. I tried to put on a calm face as I gave it to her.
"S-sorry, I'm just disoriented. Um… just to confirm… where am I?"
"Why, Gigantos, of course. Though I guess you probably ended up here by accident, given that thing," she said, pointing at the pod, which… very blatantly screamed of musical theming by being covered in brass organ pipes.
Gigantos sounded a bit odd to me, but it wasn't difficult to attach it as more than likely being the original name of Giga City before it got localized in the western releases of
Mega Man X Command Mission. Gigantos being a place built to mine a super magical space metal that apparently made reploids super powerful, but could also drive them nuts and make them addicted like a performance enhancing drug. It was a place which was also subject to a reploid uprising that drove all the humans out and attempted to establish an independent reploid state.
Which, apparently, hadn't happened yet as of me washing up here.
"How long were you in there? I don't think a human like you could have survived there very long. Gigantos is pretty far from any natural land," the big loader guy asked, his identity now clearly taking form in my head with the context of my circumstances available.
"Can't say for sure. I was asleep until a few minutes ago," I replied to the one who was not
yet known as Steel Massimo.
"Well, we'll help you to the governor's office if you need it. They can sort this out and get you home. What's your name?"
My name? I thought about it, and realized I was having trouble remembering. I had a name before… but… I didn't remember it. Something new was in its place.
"My name… " I mumbled, my eyes becoming a little foggy as the memory of my dream flowed back to the forefront. I thumbed the tube hanging from my right hip, feeling the lines of the Hymmnos script engraved along it, and realized it was probably a scroll tube.
My name is [-----]_
SOLEI_FEHU_EORIA_ARTONELICO
"You can call me Solei."
Mega Man X Command Mission: Song of Rebellion
A Reyvateil in Epsilon's Cadre