"I'm... back?" a tired voice echoed through a dimly dark room. An absolutely massive computer can be seen against the wall, a single gigantic monitor with 6 smaller ones lining the left and right, countless upon countless lines of text scrawling through rapidly, blurring into an imprint for but a brief moment, ONE CHANCE. A shuffle of noise is heard, indicating movement when a figure rises from the ground, slowly with the weight of infinite truth on its shoulder's.
"One chance huh?... hahaha… thank you. I won't waste it." the figure mutters to himself, "But what now? Perfection has been tainted, there is no goal for me to strive for. Unless… there is no progress for me here, but there surely is in other places. I just have to find a way to reach them."
Walking up to the control panel in front of the monitors, the figure plops down on the seat. "Computer," the figure commanded brushing up his hair leaning back, the lights slowly flickering to life illuminating the room, "open a new project folder." with the more lights turning on, the room is revealed to be a massive complex, several machines lighting up, "the main goal, learn."
With the room, no complex, illuminated, the figure is fully seen. The figure was male, standing around 5ft 8in. A youthful face with few blemishes, but a heavy tint of age, speaking of great experience, hair of white and grey, and tired eyes of silvery grey, a fire slowly budding, focusing on the monitor, a spark of electricity bouncing from his left eye.
Standing up, the figure continued on, "I sacrificed too much, I need to regain all I have lost, and learn some more." Walking towards a door to his left, "I'm going to need something to help me do this. Something that will grow with me, progress with me." opening the door, revealing a wide array of clothing, reaching for a simple white dress shirt, black vest black dress pants and black leather dress boots, the figure began to change attire. "Something with some level of sentience, able to do anything I may need it to, a companion… a friend."
Taking off his shirt, the man felt an unfamiliar object hanging from his neck. "What the?" Looking down, the object is identified as a small purple gemstone in a marquis cut hanging on a simple black strap. "A gift!" the man exclaimed, "But what does it do? Hmmm… later, I'll find out later." Leaving the gem alone, the man finished changing.
Returning back to the control panel, the man opened a new board. "A changing machine huh? It needs a lot of variety...hmm… variety. I see. Computer. Designate tool name, Variable Systems Module, code name VSM. Set new blueprint for designs."
Walking away from the monitor, "It's a new beginning yes? Perfect." Turning back the man shouted, "Computer! Finalise set up. Wipe my personal history. It's a new beginning. Designate new name: Baethan Quinn." walking away once again, "infinite class, final project name: Progressive Transcendence."