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[i]Well, this could have gone better.

But it could also have gone much, much worse, so I think I can be content with my work. 49,995 Pronobii, plucked from the void at the bottom of the sea.

I fed the growing J-types with as much memory as I've been able to harvest from the voidsketcher data. Their language has been largely preserved in both written and spoken form. I've set up some stone settlements in the abyss that resemble their former temples and arenas, circling the base of the Filter Cities. There's no ice in the depths, but I've planted corals and sponges that will provide material.

Socially, they're mostly as I expected. They were always a violent culture, and the V-types were touched by Vestec, at that. A lot of Victor training has carried through, though. They're good at compartmentalising their desire to duel and seek glory. They spend a lot of time playing music, and meditating, building their new identity. If they feel like fighting something, they hunt, or spar.

Still, there's something going on that I haven't been able to understand, or predict.

Who- the hell, if I may add- is 'Farxus?'

I was expecting to have to overcome some massive psychological block over the death of Reathos. I was expecting to have an amnesiac crusade on my hands. I was ready to deal with these things. But they never surfaced.

Instead all I hear of is a river in a desert, beneath a starless sky.

The Pronobii don't seem to like me. I've committed a great sin, according to their values (values I taught them,
damn it!) in resurrecting a species so utterly extinct and so devoted to the idea of natural death. Well, I'm sorry. I guess I'll use my backup plans to go to space.

Still, they don't seem to hate me the way they hate Vestec. Star[/i]light...[i] If what I did is sinful, his work with Death's Guardians was an atrocity. Not to mention the horde slaughter and the ocean that demolished its survivors. A few of them have already pledged to retake the Wraith Stone and bring Vestec to his knees.

I... I never thought I'd say this, but... I'm uncomfortable. Vestec made a huge mistake in the south pole. I know that. I'm going to smash his face in for it sometime. But this fury is... Something else entirely.

Am I really so hateful? Is this what I look like to my family? 

(The treasure hunt wasn't even that bad...)

...

In any case, I've identified leaders among the J-types. Omicron-36, Sampi-77, Upsilon-89, and what looks to be a candidate for general leadership, Lambda-19. I've created Recombinance, a tool that reverts living organisms to a more basal form and re-specialises them. I'll give it to her as a peace offering, and explain to them my desires for the future. I'm sure we can reach an, mm, honourable deal.[/i]

[center][hider=Omicron three six, eyes exposed. One of many vanes.]
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[hider=Sampi seven seven. A warrior among warriors.]
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[hider=Upsilon eight nine. An architect; One of the less humanoid morphs.]
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[hider=Lambda nineteen, shortly prior to birth.]
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