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A lonely former machine leaves her world behind in search of a humanity that will accept her. Meanwhile, the City deals with the disappearance of one of its brightest stars.

Warning for eventual blood and gore as well as themes of depression and suicidal thoughts.
[A]s If We Could Reach The Stars

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[A]s If We Could Reach The Stars

In the dim twilight of the Pale Library, Angela sighed.

Her light blue hair hung down nearly to her feet, standing starkly against the black feathers that covered her body from the neck down. At a time she had found it contrasted nicely against her skin, pale and white in spite of her hard-fought humanity. Now, it was all simply part of her image. There was little point to changing it. Images had power, and establishing and connecting reputation to a new design or outfit would be a waste of effort. At least they were comfortable to wear.

A clawed finger traced lines upon a thin sheet of paper, tracing an elegant scrawl of letters across its surface. Were a person to look upon the scene from a distance, they might think this scene was some grand moment in history. What could the Pale Librarian, one of the most feared individuals to ever exist within the City's bounds, be writing? Instructions to the Bookhunters? Plans to topple yet another Wing? Hidden secrets that no mere mortal could ever hope to learn?

Well, they were right about this act's importance, but the truth was a lot less glamorous. What she was currently doing was filling out a tax form.

As the de facto owner of nearly a quarter of the City's land, Angela paid an exorbitant sum in property tax. She had learned this in the most unpleasant way possible, an Arbiter walking directly into her room to hand her the missed letter and inform her that she had suffered her first of three strikes for failing to pay her due taxation to the Head for her owned property. Since then, she had never missed a payment. After she had worked so hard to become something that the City could accept, being excised because of something as mundane as failing to pay taxes would simply be an embarrassment. And so the all-important form vanished in a crackle of static, reappearing within a large office building to be processed. Angela allowed herself a sigh of relief. Such tasks were exhausting in far too many ways.

Though…

That wasn't the only reason she had desired to become human, was it?

No, there had been more. It wasn't just about being accepted. It was about starting over, claiming a new life for herself. A life that would have been totally free of all the things that had tied her down before. Of that man and his designs for her, of his vaunted purpose. And in a way, she had gotten exactly that. There was nothing of Angela's creator or his plans left in the City. And there was nothing left for Angela at all. It had all been washed away beneath the sheer weight of her failure, of the sum total of all that she had sacrificed amounting to absolutely nothing. After everything she had done, she was still locked within the Library. No matter how far its borders grew, she could never leave them. And while they would always embrace her, the rest of the world would not be so kind.

She was free from her past of servitude, only to be met with the weight of the consequences of her freedom. The City was vast, and within it laid many who could challenge her accumulated might. Not without considerable effort on their part, no, but it was still possible. And in a place as large as the City, possibility would always become certainty once a certain scale was reached.

The second Angela stepped foot outside her Library, she would be killed. But as long as she remained within it, she was safe. A god within her own domain.

A god who ruled alone.

The bookhunters were debatably allies, and to some they might be considered fellow denizens of the Library, but that was far from the truth. Bookhunters were not some monolithic group of servants whom Angela commanded. They were anybody desperate for power who decided to kill in the name of expanding the Library. Anyone willing to toss more knowledge in to feed its ravenous appetite. Long ago, when Angela had first claimed freedom, she had tried to organize them. She had established systems of tribute, methods of doling out rewards for anyone who brought her something interesting. She had thought that she was building something. A team, an organization, a group of like-minded individuals. And hidden away in the back of her mind there was the hope that some would come to end her loneliness.

That had not succeeded. Angela was a person of many, many talents, but she could not lead others. Isolation was her proper place in this world.

The systems she had built remained in place. Even now, she could sense the constant trickle of meaningless information from all across her domain.

A blonde syndicate leader, male, age thirty-one, dragged over the border and into the Library before being killed. Nothing of value to learn.

A scientist, male, age twenty-five, who had been studying particle physics. A genius by human standards, but a drop in the bucket compared to what Angela already was capable of.

A fixer and their cohorts, ages thirty-eight to nineteen. Killed during a failed assault.

An old woman. Heart failure, untreated so she could afford to send her grandchildren to school.

A young man. Killed in a mugging.

A girl.

A boy.

An adult.

A child.

Again and again and again and-

Angela put the count out of mind. Focusing on it never did her any good.

Angela looked up at the sky, past the cold black shelves that rose up from the floor like trees in a forest. It was night. When had the day ended?

Time had become a meaningless blur long ago. The sun and moon danced aimlessly back and forth in the sky. What meaning could it hold for Angela, who had nothing to do to fill the hours with? She was not living as she had hoped. Only surviving, and even that seemed nothing more than routine sometimes.

Perhaps that would be it, then. She could simply let things end. It would be more dignified than dragging out the slow rotting of her life. All of Angela's dreams had crashed and burned. She had never truly had a life in the first place. What would really be lost if she were to die?

Who would actually mourn her?

Angela shook her head slowly, sending that thought away. No, she had it sunken to those depths just yet. While she had long since accepted the reality of her existence in he City, she wasn't ready to die just yet. Not after everything she had given up just to live. Hollow and miserable as it was, this was all she had left. She would not surrender her one last treasure so easily.

…her existence in the City.

Angela's eyes snapped wide open, losing her look of perpetual weariness for the first time in years. It was a desperate, vain hope, but it was something. How much worse could her life possibly get? What did she really have to lose that she cared for? No, whatever the risk, this was an opportunity.

Maybe there was no happiness for Angela to find in the City. That was true, yes.

But she wasn't limited to just staying within the City, was she?

Angela trawled through her collection of Books with a fervor she had thought was long since extinguished. Not since the fall of T Corp had the Pale Librarian felt galvanized in this way. Not since then had she had a goal, something to work towards instead of just floating aimlessly.

In a span of time so short it lacks a name, the options are laid out before her. The salvaged Singularity used by W Corp was ruled out first, lacking the precision necessary to actually bring Angela somewhere specific. Furthermore, a creeping disgust rose up within her at the mere thought of traveling into that horrid place they used to move about. Several other transport technologies were similarly dismissed, either for lacking breadth of range or specificity of locations.

Finally, her mind settled on the answer. An old Book, one claimed before she had attained humanity, belonging to the Purple Tear, a legendary mercenary known to be able to leap between dimensions.

On its own, this power was insufficient. Not in reach, but foresight. While the Purple Tear's Dimension-walking was versatile, it was also obtuse even to its wielder. She could never use it to reach where she wanted to go. But Angela wasn't limited to just collecting and reusing. She was one of the most intelligent and capable beings in existence. She had the deepest and most treasured secrets of the City at her disposal. Overcoming such a roadblock? It was effortless.

The air shimmered a bright purple around Angela, interlaced with threads of gold that bound the writhing energy into a form. The light cooled and froze into a crystalline latticework, refracting and reflecting the space between into a visible form. Parameters were created, criteria were imposed, and a destination was determined.

The door opened, and Angela stepped through.

To somewhere she would be accepted.
 
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What is this? A Pale Librarian fic? Oh yes. I can already tell this is going to be interesting.
 
: ...Ah, this timeline.
: ...
: Do you think she'll find what she looks for?
: ...I'm quite sure...The question should be whether she can keep it or not.

It's rare to see the Pale Librarian representation! I wonder where she's crossing over to.
 
Well, they were right about this act's importance, but the truth was a lot less glamorous. What she was currently doing was filling out a tax form.

:rofl::lol::rofl::lol::rofl::lol:

That had not succeeded. Angela was a person of many, many talents, but she could not lead others. Isolation was her proper place in this world.

*Human ressources* Angela: I pity you.

How much worse could her life possibly get?

*Get reincarnated as Sphere's daughter in worm, right before the Simurgh attack* :V

Now, which poor world is going to be the one who have to be graced by her presence?

Will she accidentally hijack a summoning spell and ends up in front of a young mage desperate for purpose?

Will she ends up in a world where the twin gods are long gone, humanity desperately fighting to stay alive, using the Dust of the world to do so?

Will she find herself in front of her long lost sister, with her counterpart showing how she could've done better?

So many possibilities.
 
Oooh. If this is a story crossover that's pretty interesting!

It's not that usual for me to get a fanmade-crossover from authors I like.
 
So many possibilities.
It will be a while until those possibilities get explored, since the next few chapters will just be the City reacting to Angela taking her ball and leaving, and those will be put whenever I can spare time and don't have a Human Resources chapter to write, since that Quest will still be taking priority.

I do have a crossover decided, and it's one where Angela's current state of being has very interesting implications for the setting's context. Until then, I suppose I'll wait to see if anyone can guess it.
 
I do have a crossover decided, and it's one where Angela's current state of being has very interesting implications for the setting's context.
Uh...

Land of the Lustrous? Or is it Nier Automata?

I don't see land of the lustrous works for a crossover where someone comes to it, the events are… this is a story about immortals and it shows, things take years, if not centuries for some events.

It is also too self contained, not sure introducing an outside element would be easy to write, also, Angela could probably pray for the lunarians, and that's almost all the plot removed right there.

Nier automata does have the Androids desperate to meet humans, and Angela counting as both human and android could create some crossed wires.

But for settings where her nature matters, my ideas are:

Worm might have some things about interacting with Dragon, but not enough that I think it explains Lepi's remark.

Fairy tail, Naruto, Harry potter, One Piece, Eragon and quite a lot of similar stories don't care about human nature, and are thus out.

Bleach might have things about souls to say. So does Soul Eater.

Lords of the rings too would probably have some interactions with her. Eru Illavatar is way more accepting of artificial beings than the city, just ask the dwarves.

Funnily enough, I think Angela would feel right at home in Eclipse Phase, they would not even blink at how she was born.
 
Is she really taking it with her or is she leaving the Library for good?

...Wonder if the Arbiters will cross dimensions too just so they can force her to pay her taxes for it if the latter.
 
The update seems to be more on the side of Angela leaving the library than taking it with her, what with her reasoning being partially due to her wanting to get out but risking being attacked in the city, and Angela stepping through a door rather than teleporting with her library.
 
Oh righhhttt, the Pale Librarian can leave the Library, I forgot about that one.

I guess it's possible then. I wonder how the Library will be without her.
 
It will be a while until those possibilities get explored, since the next few chapters will just be the City reacting to Angela taking her ball and leaving
I predict consequences beyond a sudden power vacuum and the resultant conflict. I would hazard a guess that most people who reside in the City see it (the City) as an unavoidable part of life, and someone as important as her deciding to simply leave would contest this notion. The average citizen may not be able to just hop to another dimension, but the Outskirts and the Ruins, despite their dangers, are just outside.
At least, that's the first thought I had about what might happen. idk maybe not.
 
The only thing that will happen is that people will fill the vacuum again.

Because there's no seed of light. Angela already took all of it.
 
The only thing that will happen is that people will fill the vacuum again.

Because there's no seed of light. Angela already took all of it.
No seed of light doesn't mean everyone in the city is a mindless drone forever doomed to slave away into eternity. They still think thought thoughts and feel emotions. Carmen and Ayin are not the only group to attempt to change things for the better, just the one closest to success. That we know of, anyhow.
 
Ayin was a genius who has the potential to be in any Wing he wanted but still didn't. He didn't have any reason to try to be anything more.

Only Carmen was special because she was literally born special with a connection to the River of Humanity (Aka, she's a shoujo character in a seinen battle manga). And would've probably distorted/bloomed into an Abnormality naturally if left to her own devices without Ayin when faced with the cruelty of the City. (She technically still did, with Bloodbath and a variety of other Abnos being basically her stand-in)

Thinking thoughts and feeling emotions doesn't mean that you care about anything.

The humans before SoL cared mostly about themselves and just progressing in their own careers, that is the truth. No Seed of Light means that A LOT of the people in the City is an essentially emotionless robots grinding away until humanity itself dies.

People pre-SoL just don't really care. Horrors, tragedies, pain, suffering.

It's just another day in the City, a part of a cycle that went on for basically forever now. There's a story for everyone.

So what? The Pale Librarian disappeared, and a quarter of the City is now up for grabs? Just natural.

Why leave the City when such a gold mine just appeared? This is the time to grind even harder instead of giving everything up.
 
Ayin was a genius who has the potential to be in any Wing he wanted but still didn't. He didn't have any reason to try to be anything more.

Only Carmen was special because she was literally born special with a connection to the River of Humanity (Aka, she's a shoujo character in a seinen battle manga). And would've probably distorted/bloomed into an Abnormality naturally if left to her own devices without Ayin when faced with the cruelty of the City. (She technically still did, with Bloodbath and a variety of other Abnos being basically her stand-in)

Thinking thoughts and feeling emotions doesn't mean that you care about anything.

The humans before SoL cared mostly about themselves and just progressing in their own careers, that is the truth. No Seed of Light means that A LOT of the people in the City is an essentially emotionless robots grinding away until humanity itself dies.

People pre-SoL just don't really care. Horrors, tragedies, pain, suffering.

It's just another day in the City, a part of a cycle that went on for basically forever now. There's a story for everyone.

So what? The Pale Librarian disappeared, and a quarter of the City is now up for grabs? Just natural.

Why leave the City when such a gold mine just appeared? This is the time to grind even harder instead of giving everything up.
Yeah, the closest thing to the lobotomy group in terms of good intentioned people are the League of Nine and even then they mostly only want to create new technology for the fun of it. The group as a whole doesn't seem to have any plans on changing The City for the better even if some individual members might have that desire.
 
I didn't mention the League because I have 0 ideas whether they are a recent thing or not.

The timeline of Limbus is set around 1 year (AT LEAST) after Lobotomy Corporation's true ending, so I can't say for sure.

even if some individual members might have that desire.
They know they can't. "Technology" and "good intention" alone cannot change the City. We've seen what happens to them in Yi Sang's memories.

The very "Good Intentioned Technology" that they created became the slave collars they have to wear as they went to work in a world literally without colors.
 
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[A]nother Lonesome Few
[A]nother Lonesome Few

"I just checked. She's really gone." Lucoah reported shakily, leaving Reisse and Aya frozen. The words seemed to echo unnaturally across the night-black shelves and steps that made up this particular alcove in the Pale Library. This did not bode well.

"Gone?" Nameless echoed mechanically. "Where?"

"Nowhere. I've looked around, but it looks like the most likely answer is that she left the City altogether. Lots of lingering dimensional instability. She wasn't even trying to hide it."

Nameless went quiet, and Reisse let out a shaky, quiet breath.

"This course will have consequences, certainly. The director's disappearance will make us appear more vulnerable. Outside forces will exploit this moment of weakness." Aya stated. Internally, Reisse scoffed at Aya's insistence on the idea of "us". There was no real connective tissue between any two Bookhunters or them and the Pale Librarian, no matter how Aya and Nameless acted. They were opportunists, vultures, people who saw an opportunity to claim what they needed and took it. Lucoah got this at the very least, which would've been enough for Reisse to like him were he now also a spineless coward who folded at the first sign of conflict with anything that vaguely resembled a threat to him.

Of course, the rest of the City seemed to lack Reisse's wisdom. The Library definitely felt monolithic, so he couldn't blame them too much for thinking the people who used it were all birds of a feather, but they were still wrong. Nameless had made it much worse by starting this little club between the elites. Then she dyed her hair blue and started wearing that black coat to look more like the Director, and Aya had done the same. Then Lucoah had copied them to try and stay in their good graces, and soon enough every high-ranking Bookhunter did the same thing. Now that they all looked like the Director, convincing anyone there was no relation between them was impossible. Never mind the fact that Bookhunters were as likely to get killed by one another or the Library as anybody else.

"That's their loss, though." Reisse pointed out, trying to be the voice of reason. "The Library is no weaker today than it was yesterday, is it?"

"Reisse is right." Lucoah chimed in, ever eager to throw himself behind somebody. "Not that I'm not grateful for everything Our Director has provided us, but she's always been more… hands-off in ruling the Pale Library. Her not being here doesn't make us any less secure, you know?"

"It removes the strength inherent in her reputation, Qilin." Aya responded. "The true might of the Pale Library is not merely the dangers that roam its halls, but the fear that the name instills. Few in the City who are wise enough to pose a true threat are also foolish enough to believe that Our Director cannot crush them. With her absent, we are no longer untouchable."

"So who do we have to worry about?" Reisse asked, trying to move the conversation towards practical matters. Surprisingly, Lucoah was the first to answer.

"Otherworks should be all good. The contract with Helsinki is between him and the Library as a whole, not just the Director. Plus, he's actually grateful about the whole situation with that other Head Doctor. The Bookhunters will keep our deal with their workshops. Of course, if you need me to check, I could-"

"Such an action is unnecessary. We must first secure those that we know to be enemies before considering possible foes." Aya interrupted, cutting of Lucoah's simpering. "What of the major players? Their positions are more significant."

"We have no reason to expect a response from the Wings. They don't gain anything by attacking us. The only exceptions I can think of are T Corp and R Corp, and that's only if the former chooses to hire the latter." Reisse explained. The Library had consumed some important parts of several Wings, but after the first few years people figured out that it was never going to let people borrow that information. At least, not unless you offered it something really amazing in exchange. Reisse had a few ideas on how to make it cough of a Singularity, but those were currently shelved for a better time. T Corp had some kind of personal rivalry with the Director, though, so they might actually try something. She did quite the number on them, though, so they might just keep their distance.

"What about opportunists, though? You know there are rumors about the Pale Library and the old L Corp. People are still going after whatever its Singularity was. There's not a lot of information about those groups." Lucoah proposed, and Reisse actually had to admit he had a point. Funny, that didn't usually happen when the man wasn't just repeating things he heard or saw.

"Maybe," Reisse said, "but they're not gonna be a real issue. The Library will flush them out. Those aspirant groups don't have enough resources to survive in here."

"Our comrades will slay them as a matter of course, even without recognizing the presence of the Abnormalities." Aya confirmed. Scientists and researchers always had to be careful around the Library. They can get up there in terms of the value of the information they hold without necessarily having the equivalent levels of protection. It makes them easy targets for opportunistic people. Anyone still scrounging for details about the old L Corp would make themselves targets just by being here.

"The Fingers are those we must concern ourselves most with. Hana has not lifted its ruling, so no official Association members shall be arriving to exploit this time of perceived vulnerability. But those who lurk in the Backstreets have no such ruling. They will be eager to reclaim their lost territory." Aya concluded.

"We can expect the Index to remain uninvolved, they've never shown any conflict with the Library before. It hardly took anything from them. The Thumb and Ring might be larger issues, though. The Thumb is taking their whole 'rivalry' with the Library seriously, so they'll be making some sort of move. The Ring are just weird, though." Reisse said. The Fingers really got on his nerves like not many other things did. They were just criminals or cultists or creepy art fetishists, but they'd survived long enough to trick everybody into thinking that they were more than that, themselves included. The idea that they had some special place in the world carved out just for them really rubbed him the wrong way.

"The Ring will be worse. The Thumb might want to make a statement, but the Ring creeps in here way too easily. They've got a better chance surviving here than any of the other Fingers, so that means if they can secure space in the Library none of the other Fingers will be able to take it back effectively." Lucoah added in. Reisse grunted in acknowledgment. Saying something useful twice in one day was a pleasant surprise, to be sure.

"Well, I should probably tell the others. I'll just be in my way now, unless you've got anything else really important?" Lucoah said, standing up and riding to his relatively unimpressive full height. He wasn't short, he was actually taller than Reisse or Nameless, but the way he held himself put him below either one of them.

"Nameless?" Reisse asked, ignoring the diminutive Bookhunter for now. The conversation wasn't over, and he wouldn't leave without explicit permission. "You've been rather quiet. Do you not have anything to say?"

This wasn't usually behavior for the strongest of the Bookhunters. Nameless wasn't as prone to babbling as Lucoah or pontificating like Aya, but they were still a bit chatty. Usually, anyways. Since the conversation begun, they'd been staring up into nowhere.

"You said she didn't try to hide it." Nameless said finally, a pleasant smile on their face. Despite himself, Reisse shivered. The look on his superior's face was a totally mundane one. The simple expression a person takes when they see are enjoying whatever's happening to them.

"Do you think somebody could follow her?"

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Don't think anyone will be able to follow her any time soon, she did something so hard to do the only ones that can realistically follow her are the wings and some corps and they hardly care about her.
 
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