Chapter 6: A Look Into Luxion's Data Banks – 2
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Kingdom of Holfort
Bartfort Barony
Luxion's POV
Observation Period: Year 3
With my master now at three years of age, his behavior had stabilized… somewhat.
This change appeared to coincide with what he referred to as a "study session."
The origin of this development was, at times, unclear.
However—
Upon reviewing my logs, I can trace it back to a conversation that occurred on the night we first established contact.
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Flashback
The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of a candle. The scent of burnt wood drifted in from the lounge, lingering in the air and mixing with the dry, earthy smell of the farm shed.
My master sat upright on his bed, far more alert than a child of his age should be. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that suggested calculation rather than fear.
"…Luxion, do you have any entertainment materials?"
"Pardon, Master?" I asked, hovering in place as my optical sensor adjusted to his expression.
"I mean, do you have movies, games, anime, plays, anime, novels—stuff like that?"
"You said anime twice"
"My doing that should show you the level at which I rate my situation".
"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but such materials are not present in my data banks."
There was a pause.
Master's shoulders slumped.
"What? Did people in your time not believe in recreation?"
"You misunderstand. Such materials did exist. However, they were not stored in my database."
"What?! Why? Do they not understand how important that stuff is?"
"They were in a state of war. It is unlikely they had the luxury to preserve such materials."
He fell backward onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, hope seeming to leave his eyes.
"…Sigh. So my situation is still the same. At this rate, I'm going to die of boredom."
"It is not that severe, is it, Master?" I inquired.
He immediately sat up again.
"Don't call me that. It sounds weird."
"What?"
"I said don't call me 'Master.' It feels weird—especially with a male voice."
"Then what should I refer to you as?"
He paused, tapping his chin in thought.
"I don't know… 'Sir' or something. If you want to stick with 'Master,' change to a female voice."
"Understood. New designation applied: Leon fou Bartfort—also referred to as 'Sir.'"
"…Do you not want to change your voice module that much?"
"I will abstain from commenting," I replied in a noticeably colder tone.
He leaned forward slightly, his expression shifting from annoyance to focus.
"Now back to the main issue. If you can't give me new stuff, I'll settle for my old stuff. Do you have a machine that can extract memories from someone's head into your database?"
"No. I possess no schematics for such a device."
"Goddammit! Then what do you have?" His reaction was… intense.
"I am equipped with a factory, medical center, research laboratory, and various auxiliary systems," I replied.
"As for my database, it contains materials deemed essential for the survival of humanity—subjects such as mathematics, geography, physics, chemistry, biology, history, economics…"
"Hold up—hold up," he interrupted, raising a hand.
"You said biology and physics?"
"Yes."
His eyes lit up.
"That's good! Just give those to me, and I'll design the device myself."
I paused.
"I am not certain you fully comprehend the difficulty of what you intend to accomplish."
"Just stop talking and give me the materials."
"…How would you like me to do that?" I asked. "You cannot explain this to your family, nor can you access my main body."
He froze.
Then placed a hand to his forehead.
"Wait… let me think…"
Several seconds passed in silence.
Then—
"Oh, right." He snapped his fingers.
"There was something like that on Earth—a contact lens with a built-in HUD that could link to a computer. Don't you have something like that?"
"Not within my database."
"…Sigh." He dragged a hand down his face.
"You know what? Fine."
He sat upright again, determination replacing frustration.
"Just project a hologram of your ship's lab, and I'll draw the schematics. You'll have to build it yourself. Sound good?"
I processed the request.
The probability of success was low based on current conditions.
However—
The probability of acquiring valuable data on my master was significantly higher.
"That is acceptable."
Following that exchange, my master entered what I have designated as "tunnel vision." A state in which he ignores all irrelevant stimuli and responds only to input related to his current objective.
I projected a scaled holographic interface of my laboratory into the room. A faint red light filled the otherwise dim space, reflecting off the wooden walls and casting moving shadows as he worked.
Despite his small stature, he displayed remarkable focus.
He sketched designs using his fingers, while I attempted to interpret his intent. There were instances where I misinterpreted his instructions, which further reinforced the necessity of the proposed lens system.
Conversely, there were moments where I corrected his calculations, verifying feasibility through simulation.
His hands were unsteady—limited by the physiology of a child.
His mind, however—
Was not.
'Conclusion: My master's cognitive capabilities far exceed normal human parameters.'
He frequently muttered to himself while working.
"No… that won't work…"
"Signal latency would be too high…"
"I need something smaller… more efficient…"
The terminology he used remained inconsistent with the technological level of this world—much less his place of birth.
'Hypothesis: Knowledge origin does not align with the observed environment.'
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Omniscient POV
Leon's eyes narrowed.
"…No, that won't do. There has to be a more efficient way to run this."
He dragged a glowing schematic with his finger. Lines shifted and rearranged mid-air.
The contact lens design flickered and expanded—a thin, nearly invisible structure designed to project a layered HUD directly into the user's vision.
"Okay… display layer, neural sync layer, signal filter…"
He leaned closer as Luxion adjusted the model in real time.
Luxion observed silently.
'Subject demonstrates accelerated iterative design behavior. Sleep cycle has been neglected for 4.2 hours, this can't be allowed to continue as it stunt growth rate'
"…This won't work as-is," Leon muttered.
He leaned back slightly.
"The problem isn't the lens."
A pause.
Then—
"It's the input!"
He raised his hand and moved it through the hologram.
This time, Luxion did not interfere.
"Yes… it doesn't matter if you can see the HUD. If you can't interact with it, all of this will have been for naught."
"You require an input method that does not disrupt focus," Luxion added.
Leon frowned.
"You're right… but how?" He tapped his temple.
"Voice control is too slow. Eye tracking alone is unreliable…"
Then—
He stopped.
His gaze dropped to his hands.
"…Huh."
A pause.
Then realization hit.
"…That's it!"
"Expand it," he ordered.
Luxion complied immediately.
"If I integrate motion tracking into wearable input points…"
He traced new lines.
"Fingertip sensors… micro-pressure detection… gesture mapping…"
The design evolved rapidly.
Thin, lightweight gloves formed in the projection—simple in appearance, yet embedded with conductive pathways.
"That should do it."
Luxion refined the model further, optimizing
efficiency.
"Good work, Luxion."
"Thank you, Sir. Shall I begin fabrication? The design is within manageable complexity."
Leon leaned forward again, narrowing his eyes.
"No… not yet. If they look like this, they'll be suspicious."
"So what do you propose?"
A pause.
"…Mother."
He glanced at the door.
Then back at the design.
A memory surfaced in his mind—his mother adjusting the simple fingerless gloves she had made for him at his request, because his father's looked cool.
"Your mother's heat signature is not within the vicinity," Luxion stated.
"No… not her. Those." He pointed at the gloves.
"If they look the same, she won't question it."
The design shifted.
A second layer formed—an outer shell identical to the handmade gloves.
Same stitching. Same texture. Same appearance.
Only the inside had changed.
Leon leaned back, exhaling. "…If she sees me wearing them, she'll just think they're the same ones."
"…Good."
He yawned.
"I've never been this tired before…"
"Understandable," Luxion replied. "You have exceeded typical cognitive limits for your age. You require rest."
Leon didn't argue.
For once.
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Luxion's POV
After ensuring my master was asleep, I began the fabrication process in my lab.
The HUD lens and gloves required precision, but designs of this level were manageable for automatic work.
'Conclusion: Despite physical limitations, subject Leon fou Bartfort demonstrates advanced engineering capability, which further brings up the question of where he acquired, the more I know about him the more he intrigues me.
The night passed in silence.
By morning—
Leon would in for a surprise when he woke up.
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Let it be known that the Story is undergoing a Rewrite, hence if you read the unedited chapters its on you, they are no longer part of the story.