[Dist flinches. It's...strangely uncomfortable to receive pity about this. He doesn't comment on it though, and instead continues so he can just get this story over with.]
We carried her to the edge of town and attempted to save her life with a process that the two of us had been developing: Fomicry, the replication of fonons. Jade came up with the theory and had successfully taken damaged items and replicated them into an undamaged state. We attempted to apply the same theory to the Professor: replicate her body so she could continue to live. But this theory was in its infancy and largely untested, especially on living beings. But we were desperate.
It went horribly wrong.
While Jade was successful in replicating the Professor, her replica...was severely unstable. It was her body, but it was not the Professor. It went on to kill several civilians before escaping the city and was later sealed away in the mountains. The original Professor died during the replication process.
[In a cruel twist though, that's not even the end of the story.]
Jade was never the same. With the loss of the Professor at his hands, he...lost all of the happiness that we once shared. But I convinced him not to give up on saving her. We spent years continuing our attempts to develop and perfect Fomicry in order to create a new, functional body for the Professor with her memories in tact.
After countless failed replicas and a near-death experience, Jade abandoned the project and banned Fomicry for being too dangerous. I cannot express how betrayed I felt in that moment, after all that time we had spent trying and how much progress we had made... I couldn't fathom why the Jade that I knew to be perfect would give up. We had an intense argument over this, and he...ended our friendship.
[There's a lot of pain in Dist's voice as he recounts all of this. These moments...they've haunted his dreams for years. It's a lot to get off of his chest.]
That was over ten years ago. I have continued to develop Fomicry in Jade's absence, because unlike Jade, I refuse to give up. I can't.
[He's put his whole life into this. He's terrified to imagine abandoning it now.]
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We carried her to the edge of town and attempted to save her life with a process that the two of us had been developing: Fomicry, the replication of fonons. Jade came up with the theory and had successfully taken damaged items and replicated them into an undamaged state. We attempted to apply the same theory to the Professor: replicate her body so she could continue to live. But this theory was in its infancy and largely untested, especially on living beings. But we were desperate.
It went horribly wrong.
While Jade was successful in replicating the Professor, her replica...was severely unstable. It was her body, but it was not the Professor. It went on to kill several civilians before escaping the city and was later sealed away in the mountains. The original Professor died during the replication process.
[In a cruel twist though, that's not even the end of the story.]
Jade was never the same. With the loss of the Professor at his hands, he...lost all of the happiness that we once shared. But I convinced him not to give up on saving her. We spent years continuing our attempts to develop and perfect Fomicry in order to create a new, functional body for the Professor with her memories in tact.
After countless failed replicas and a near-death experience, Jade abandoned the project and banned Fomicry for being too dangerous. I cannot express how betrayed I felt in that moment, after all that time we had spent trying and how much progress we had made... I couldn't fathom why the Jade that I knew to be perfect would give up. We had an intense argument over this, and he...ended our friendship.
[There's a lot of pain in Dist's voice as he recounts all of this. These moments...they've haunted his dreams for years. It's a lot to get off of his chest.]
That was over ten years ago. I have continued to develop Fomicry in Jade's absence, because unlike Jade, I refuse to give up. I can't.
[He's put his whole life into this. He's terrified to imagine abandoning it now.]