CHIMERA

Prologue

It burned.

Of course, it did, the sword was made of fire. How did a sword of fire cut through physical matter? Maybe she could research this sometime.

"I'm sorry...for everything..."

It was cold.

Of course, it was, the floor was made of an ancient marble, millions of years old, it was likely there from the moment this world came to be. Why had she fallen on it? She would find out later.

Before that, she would just take a nap...it won't last long.

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Human bodies are fragile, surprisingly so for a warm-blooded species.

Just the slightest change in body temperature could keep one out of commission for months.

Though, fire through the chest isn't exactly a slight change in temperature.

It also became apparent that, when cooked, their flesh smelled similarly to other meats. Of course, it couldn't know, but the comments from Andrias, Olivia, and Yunan all pointed to that conclusion. It was good at deductive and inductive reasoning, it had to be with its purpose, but lack of senses other than sight and sound held it back from its potential.

They observed their future host; her tanned skin, her dark locks held back by a green clip (that would be removed shortly, it would dissolve in the healing solution otherwise and ruin it), her slightly upturned nose, her thin lips painted with blue lipstick, her eyes, though shut, having lashes painted pink. Her lack of tail disturbed them, however an artificial one could be made.

It found it odd how this pathetic creature would be the one to bring it to ruin; she could hardly take three steps without falling over, wait ten minutes without catching on fire, or breaking everything she touched. It was a miracle this girl was picked as the gem of Wit; she was smart, but she couldn't keep her head on straight for five seconds.

"My lord, the blazes made many of Marcy's organs useless. Not even the rejuvenation tank could repair burnt flesh, what do you suggest?"

Their many voices debated aloud for a moment before telling Andrias the solution they came up with; attempt to match the organs with that of newts, if there is no alternative, then begin replacing with robotic parts.

It was a simple thing, really, the biology was much the same. Newt hearts are too small for a human chest, so that would need to be replaced, and yet otherwise everything could be substituted. 

Truly a perfect specimen to be trapped in this world, almost too perfect.

More voices echoed for a moment before another conclusion was made.

"My lord, with all due respect, that's a very risky idea. We have no idea how her body will react with this, and adding-"

It let out a grating screech, demanding compliance from the useless king before it. He had done nothing right until the moment he decided to string along Wit and the other two. He has no right to question its decision.

"...I see, my lord, I will begin the task immediately."

Finally...a body all it's own.