The birth of Terminus

„Today is the day we will finally be able to complete the programming of our newest child! Aren’t you just as excited as me to finally speak to him from face to face? Demiurg?“

With quick steps Demiurg entered the machine bay first but stopped abruptly to turn his edged face around to his friend. He fixed his round shades and stared amused and with a wide joyous smile at his opposite. With a small cackle he began trying to talk in his most reserved voice, which sounded very unlike of him:

„You know me very well anima, dearie, you can consider me dead-ill if I wouldn’t be excited about our patient’s resurrection. But I have to ask you something first:“ Demiurges brows furrowed in concern, he now sounded much more serious, „Do you really think it is wise to activate all functionalities of his new body right from the beginning? We are dealing here with a being who never experienced vision, sound nor feelings for his entire life, which means that I would propose to only activate the basic senses for now and none of the enhancements we added to his body like extrasensory hearing or vision. Our patient would surely be overwhelmed by all these unknown senses obliterating his mind in an instance. Furthermore I would only activate the translator for now so that he can understand us without problems. The many languages programmed into his mind we will introduce then later when he is ready and accustomed to this new experience. Accepted?“

Demiurg inspected Anima closer, he wasn’t sure how she reacted as the iron mask covering her face was restricting any signs of emotions to ever be seen by her environment. After a moment that felt like an eternity to Demiurg Anima finally collapsed ever so slightly while mumbling:

“Yeah, you’re right…you are always right. We will start with the bare essentials to not overwhelm our patient.”, she sighed deeply, “You take the fun out of everything with your careful attitude, you know...that’s what I love so much about you. Always caring and helping.”

The duo started moving again entering the machine bay, which was filled to the brim with the most advanced technology you can buy for money.

In the middle of the bay there was an operation desk which had a close resemblance to a lifting platform for vehicles. On the platform laid a huge inactive eternal, a smaller model than usual with only 364 cm in height, connected with countless hoses and cables to various machines. 

The creation of a frame for the mortal soul was a long-lasting process to bring the body beyond perfection to provide that the body still works after millennials to come.

Demiurg inspected the chrome-coloured robot closely. Their contractors wished for their son to get a body completely specialized into the senses fate has never granted the poor feline, whose soul is currently floating in one of his enchanted cubes on the desk. To grant this wish Anima built a truly remarkable frame, Demiurg has to give her that. While most other eternals have a body which possesses an entire array of weapons and defensive mechanisms this one has only minimal aggressive gadgets to ensure survivability. The focus was laid here on defence and the sensory systems: 

He will be able to hear everything he wants over many kilometres and that while being able to focus one special conversation. His vision is enhanced to the brim, visual filters that are able to penetrate everything known, extreme farsight and much more. His remaining sensory systems got bumped up to overdrive, with assistance of the superior radar system placed in the two tails this eternal will even be able to sense even the slightest shifts in time when for an example aetas, the god of time, is using his powers. A high whistle escaped Demiurges mouth as he continued to admire the construct they were now already working on for several months:

“A true beauty we have created there, haven’t we Anima?”, he bumps his elbow in her side, “Lets give it the finishing touches so that our little friend on the desk finally has a body of his own again.”

Demiurg grabbed the hexagonal tube holding their current patients soul to inspect it closer:

“This will be the heart and soul of our new friend, the perfect combination of science and magic designed to keep the mortal soul in the worldly existence until one decide to set it free on its journey towards my brother. “

Demiurg attention shifted back to Anima, who already started to tone down all the functions present to a bearable degree. With swift gloved fingers she navigated lightning fast through countless holographic screens to prepare everything for the finale. With a joyous grin on his face and while singing a fine tune Demiurg approached the currently still open chest plate of the eternal. All the tech inside was already on its desired place, only a hexagonal opening is still awaiting its filling. With a questioning face he looks over to Anima, who then gave him the ok sign.

“Showtime!”, said Demiurg triumphantly as he was now placing their patients heart inside the chest.

As a last act he closed the chest with an impenetrable glass to keep the inners safe and sound. Demiurg found that the transparent front plate looked way better than their former intransparent design, a true delight for the eye. After completing the task Demiurg stepped back on Animas side:

“The time has come! Lets wake up our new child. I just hope he will like his new body just as much as I do. Ignition!”

A nameless spirit was flying through nothingness. A few months had now passed since he left his mortal body for good. But that wasn’t what he was expecting from the afterlife. The spirits shine grew darker…more of the same, still nothing to see, nothing to hear and absolutely nothing to feel.

He expected the nightmare to end after the final curtain, but it went on and on and on. Just as he decided to change the course again a bright light emerged over him, sucking this spirit finally back from that godforsaken place into something different. Heaven?

No, this was different, this felt more life, wishes and dreams returned and he could felt the weight of his body. One moment, this was new, he wasn’t able before to feel anything regarding his body, everything was dumb and numb…but not anymore. Was that a wishful dream? Still deep in thoughts he suddenly hears a manly voice whispering:

“Wake up, you had now enough rest, it’s time to finally embrace life!”

He was sure that last time he checked he was completely deaf, why is he now able to hear this angel-like voice? And furthermore understand its meaning without any problems? The experimental joy had him now completely taken over. If his body feelings and hearing has returned, what happened to his eyes? Is he now able to see too? Prepared to be disappointed, as he had already gotten so much, he reluctantly tried to open his eyes. With the blink of an eye his grey mind was now getting stuffed with colours, this revelation made him gasp for air, or at least trying to do so.

Realizing that he had no need to breath anymore the whole situation started to smell fishy again. Then two people fell instantly into his vision. A high grown figure in a colourful suit and black shades and a hooded figurine, wearing a gleaming metallic mask. He started speaking up to them in hope for getting answers regarding this strange situation:

“Ohw era uoy? Si siht a maerd ro ytilaer? Ma I evila ro daed? I evah os ynam snoitseuq!”

Upon hearing this outlandish tongue Demiurg and Anima looked at each other not knowing how to react. But then Anima took heart and approached their new child:

“We might currently not be able to understand you but I can assure you that you are in safe hands. I, known as the Animator, will promise you that this new life will be worthwhile for you. You can see Demiurg over there and me as your guides and parents leading you through this world, which is still completely new to you. Now try to stand up child.”

Demiurg, who couldn’t stay silent as he was overflowing with excitement couldn’t help himself and added, as he already started weeping, with a shaking voice:

“We are so happy that you are here. This is a day worth remembering!”, he looks over to Anima with a completely swollen face, “I’m not weeping, you are weeping! I…I need a moment.”

Amused by these persons reactions the nameless eternal tried to follow Animas wish and reached out to his legs and lower torso to command them to do as he pleased. And they did exactly that without any complains. Surprised and overjoyed the huge robot suddenly starts dancing, or what he thought dancing was:

“Knaht uoy os hcum, I ma ni ruoy lanrete edutitarg. Rehtaf! Rehtom? Siht si eht tseb yad fo ym efil!”

Demiurg and Anima were just standing there, he had now dealt with his emotional outbreak and proudly laid a hand over Animas shoulder:

“I might not get anything of this, but one thing is certain. He is happy and this is all that counts. Now we have only one problem remaining.

He needs a name. Do you have a name, child, or have any ideas on how you want to be called from now on?”

The eternal suddenly stopped dancing and started thinking. After a short while he raised his snout to the sky overjoyingly screaming out the name he had now chosen for himself:

“Terminus!”

Time: 12.07.15 AM, 13:20 local time

Place: Animas personal machine bay in the heart of Scamall

Characters: The Animator, Terminus and Demiurg, the god of creation