The Divine Academy Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - The Infinite Choir

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What are you supposed to do when you find out that you are no longer human, but a robotic animal? This is the question Renée was asking herself, and she didn’t think she had an answer beyond panic and panic is what she did. When her mind had processed what was happening, which happened quicker than she expected, she recoiled back with a great deal of clanking and squeaking of her monumental metal form against the metal floor. What? What am I? A robot dog? She swivelled her head around to look at her body. Indeed, it was very dog-like, four legs and a tail, although on closer inspection, it looked more cat like. She was entirely silver. She tried to step forward, it was easier than she expected, as if this was always her body. The first metallic paw raised and clanked on the ground before her, followed by the rest and finding herself slightly further forward than she just was. This is scary. How does this feel so natural? They must have really messed with my mind or something. I guess this isn’t the worst outcome, but what do I do now? Renée took a few more steps forward while looking around at the room she was in. It was a medium-sized and simple metal lined box, nothing to note except that the patterning on the walls was hexagons. She raised one of her paws and lightly scratched the wall. To her surprise, her claw was fine and with a horrendous squeal, the metal wall was torn in two. Huh, what am I made of to do that to steel? “That would be an alloy of Abyss steel and mithril, two of the most indestructible and sharp materials in the known multiverse, my dear.” Renées head flipped around with an audible woosh as she reacted to the newcomer to the room. What she saw was strangely small, or was she just big? Twenty-something-year-old woman. She had mesmerising hair and eyes that swirled with patterns of dark purple, blue and black. She wore a floor length purple dress that flowed like water onto the floor around her. “Who are you?” Renée was wary of the lady before her; she gave her a bad feeling, so much so that she did not pay attention to her new robotic voice. The lady stopped a distance away from Renée. “My dear, we are your creator. We are known as the Infinite Choir. The youngest of the Abyssal Ones.” “What do you mean by ‘we’?” At her question, the Infinite Choir paused as if in realisation at something. “Ah, of course, my dear, you wouldn’t know what an Abyssal One is. We are deities. Usually, deities are born from another or from enough mortals believing in a specific concept that one is needed to represent that.” The Choir explained, “On the other hand, Abyssal ones are created when enough mortals with knowledge or skills in a specific concept die and form into one. We are made to preserve their knowledge”. Renée listened intently to every word. “You are made of many people? How does that work?” The Choir glided towards Renée who tried to step back but unfortunately for her, the room was too small and soon the wall stopped her. The Choir placed her hand on Renées head and, in her usual calming and elegant voice, whispered to Renée. “Inside me is every soul who helped to advance technology and science on earth. Isaac Newton, Einstein, Johannes Gutenberg, all of them, they all sing the song of progress in our mind. And all of it has led us to you! Our greatest creation! The epitome of progress and evolution, combining something living with something inherently without life!” Her voice had started to rise towards the end, and her breathing grew heavier with a blush on her face. Is she mad or just obsessed with technology to the point of lust for it? Should I try to get out of here? “Your creation fills us with so much excitement and pleasure! The millennia we spent singing and conspiring has paid off! The ultimate mortal form has been created!” Renée was starting to feel uncomfortable at this point and tried to pull away from the mad lady before her. Slowly, she moved away before tentacles shot out from under the Choir