The Way of the Future: Age of Machines(Completed)

Writing

With the deal settled, Silvanna stood from the couch and walked towards the balcony.

"So, uhm, don't tell Pandora or anyone else what we discussed today, alright?" Silvanna said.

Artemis nodded and waved his hand, a gesture saying that he was done with her shenanigans and would like her to get the hell out.

Silvanna smiled before levitating up and flew towards the darkness of the night.

Demigods do fly, huh?

Artemis walked towards the balcony and perched over. Looking down on the city below. Silvanna's presence was completely erased, not even his thermal scanner, his xray vision, or any of his advance eyesight could see where she went.

But with the stunning revelation that Pandora was an elf with a magic seal, Artemis needed to be careful.

If the Imperials themselves didn't want whatever the thing was being sealed inside Pandora set loose, it could only mean that it was powerful and could not be controlled. But for some reason, everytime he was with Pandora, a deep feeling of hatred and vengeance inside him and his desire to tear her jaws off is on his robotic mind, but he ignores it.

"As long as she is of use to me, I shouldn't be bothered if there something inside her," Artemis whispered to himself.

Artemis did not need sleep and so, be retreated back inside his room and sat near his desk.

The desk was made of fine wood, although it was designed as if it was a luxurious desk, for Artemis, whose standards were too advanced, found the desk appalling. It had too many designs on its surface that made it hard to fully use the desk for writing, drawing, even putting your hand on it was a hassle and was uncomfortable.

Luckily, Artemis did not need comfort.

But the desk was still an inefficient mess for what he was about to do.

He opened one of the drawers and found several pieces of paper, a quill, and a small jar of black ink.

Artemis could instinctively write, he didn't need to learn it. He figured it had something to do with his past, maybe he was a writer of sorts who loved to write back then before all hell went loose.

But there is some few memories he has remembered that he doesn't have any clues what are those mean, some app called Wattpad and one whos name is @Rodeo578 @Jane11307 @GameBunny025 @0-Kyruv_Akrwuz-0 and @Unlimited21312 , don't know who are those assholes are.

He grabs a piece of paper over the desk, placed the jar of ink on the right and opened it. He then dipped the tip of the quill into the ink and began writing on the paper.

"On this day..." He wrote the first paragraph.

He was exposed to the writings of the officials that once resided here before the revolution and tried his best to mimic their style of writing and the structure and wording.

What he was writing was a proposal of sorts. It was a proposal to force the other villages to move into the Fortress City and give them manual labor to compensate for their forced migration.

Artemis' plan was to expand the Fortress City beyond its walls and the fields.

The Fortress City was bordered by some plains to the north and the Uncharted to the south. Artemis planned on cutting down the forest to the south to make extra farmland since he planned on expanding the Fortress City to the northern plains.

To achieve this, he wanted to recall all the villages under the jurisdiction of the Fortress City to increase the size of its population and the workforce.

Messengers had already been dispatched to the villages a day after the coronation to announce that they were now under the kingship of Wart of the Kingdom of Wart.

So far, the villages seemed to accept Wart's rule.

Although his plans were logical and sought to improve the realm in the long run of things, Artemis knew that he was dealing with humans who, with the lack of a better term, were blind buffoons who couldn't see what the future would be if they just stick with his plans.

Although he could dispatch a sizable force to each village, it would lessen the chances of them fighting back but was also the least efficient way to do things.

Artemis needed the villages back as soon as possible. He and his Fortress City had two weeks before the Imperial Army led by Lord Rism and the so called Demigod Lincoln.

"Oh for goodness sake," Artemis noticed his folly.

"I forgot to ask Silvanna about Lincoln," Artemis whispered and scratched his head.

Without him really noticing, he was now acting more like a human. But he still had a long way to go before he could call himself a synthetic with his humanity restored.

Artemis sighed and continued writing down his proposal. He had decided that he'd just send a large enough force one at a time for each age starting from the nearest one to the west.

He also decided to increase the force once it would start journeying towards the eastern villages due to the fear of monsters attacking.

Talking about monsters, when he, Wart and Pandora traversed the forest, it was surprisingly empty. No birds, wild animals, monsters or magical beasts. Just a lot of grass, insects, and pesky mosquitoes.

Despite looking like a rainforest, it lacked animals that would normally live in it.

Artemis knew something was definitely wrong.

Or maybe he just killed the remaining ones when he travel through the forest alone after he defeat the goddess and the one time he went his first visit in the fortress city.

"Yours truly, Erik," Artemis finished writing his proposal.

He then rolled up the paper and then wrapped the body around with a small rope. He then placed the proposal inside one of the drawers.

He stood up from the desk and came back to the balcony to check on the city.

Everything was peaceful.

He looked at the barracks that was built right next to a section of wall and used his thermal scanning to see what the people inside were doing.

He was informed of prostitutes taking advantage of the soldiers during the night but that was before he arrived. After the revolution, prostitutes seemingly vanished.

If Artemis saw anything unheard of being committed inside the barracks', however, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot them from his balcony.