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Chapter 22 - Physically Stable

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Creating a body to host a bodyless individual may appear as a 'simple affair' for something such as the Traveler- in truth, however, the task was rendered incredibly difficult due to a specific case: my case.

To put it as bluntly as possible, I wasn't born bodyless- rather my soul was granted an 'ethereal' one that acted as an incorporeal shell. It's what allowed me to exist and survive without 'dispersing' or whatever happens to a soul truly lacking a body. A surprise for sure, but one that created an approachable path that took years to finalize.

Years that were spent further normalizing a more unified leadership for humans, decades that were invested in preparing Earth to be able to stand tall together with the rest of the Federation, and centuries that took quite a lot out of me between the various chores I had to handle so intensely for so long.

The word 'spent' hardly fit the bill, but it was the best I could conjure as the moment was upon me. The Traveler had tinkered and played around the idea for long enough for some prototypes to come out. The first attempts were born 'wrong' due to the expectation of perfectly creating a body meant for my soul. It had to be 'perfect', but the results were quite unsightly and terribly limited since some functions were outright 'blocked'.

Unpleasant experimentation aside, the solution that came through after a long time of trials and errors was a 'soul-adapting' shell that was applied over my current one. I could go through various paragraphs to extent the full scale of how this worked- but it is mind-boggling and I will provide just a simplified description: this body acted as a sort of 'reactive suit'. Instead of just being a finite and fixed body, it would allow me to 'project' one from my original one. This allowed me to change my form on command, but it also meant that my 'human' form would be one and the same.

The same I had when I 'died' and got inserted. The old skin, the old flesh, the old 'youth' I had- it all felt so wrong to now bear due to my age. And I was right about the 'alien feeling' of reclaiming my original form. It took me months to 're-learn' the basics of sitting, standing up, and then coordinate my body for other physical reactions.

I didn't need to eat, drink or even eject anything since I didn't need it- it was a 'fake' body, but a good enough body to fit the bill on what I had hoped for. And as the 'trial period' managed to go over a full year without any complaints, I was able to finally plan out some visits with the rest of the family. I tackled each one individually since I didn't want to shock them all at once, starting with those with the least 'interest' on the matter: Hashladun.

She had the opportunity to enjoy motherhood to full completion, with the child she nurtured growing to be a fine person and then perish as it was intended. She mourned for years, but emerged from that personal reclusion a stronger individual. She was... 'pleased' to know I had regained a proper form, but her peculiar trait of using barbed questions on my frame was quite perplexing.

Next up was Athrys and Eramis. Both were stunned to see my 'human form', but they were more 'muted' on some of the more awkward questions regarding my 'feelings and sensasions' while touching around with my new body. I was glad that both were out of their 'pregnancy moods' as I had the opportunity to experience the kind of mood Eramis would get during her own pregnancy and it was indeed worse than what I already experiences around Athrys.

They were a step up from Hashladun, but then came Nokris and thus the situation intensified in its 'worry'. Obviously he meant it lovingly, but the way he seemed interested to know how I was adapting to things easily gained a degree of precision that bordered on obsessive or hyper-fixated. It took me a few hours to ultimately 'appease his curiosity', but he promised to come back to me with more questions after he was done browsing his notes on the matter.

That was just going to be an outrageous pain in the butt but... I guess it was all going to pale before the very meeting I got with Xi Ro.

Now, before dropping into that baked potato, it's best to address the few things in regard to Xi Ro at this point: first, her kids had finally started families. This had 'freed' time for her to entertain herself with simulations and perhaps some gaming with Hashladun. Likewise, Xi Ro's overall lax behavior showed flickers of her fighty attitude that had led her to become the God of War.

So, I had a few potential reactions from her in regard of this very meeting before it happened. Each indicating any potential scenario which could have led to some awkward conversation, jabs, or even some shock.

What I got was, actually, something else. In fact, I was a bit terrified by how calm Xi Ro truly was when she finally had the chance to speak with me and her questions were oddly generic to some extent.

'So, you can change your form to fit specific circumstances. Like... can you adopt something akin to ours? Or the Eliksni?'

This one in particular had the most reaction out of her as I successfully morphed in a tall and towering 'Hive/Krill' that was about as tall and well-sized as Xi Ro. She admired the work for a moment, appearing stunned by this and actually distracted by the end result.

'I-Interesting. A-Anyway, you are still fine like this, right? You can still, you know, commit to some physical interactions such as eating, drinking-'

As of now? No.

'O-Oh. I see but... improvements will happen, yes? The Traveler will implement those, right?'

I nodded, and what I knew next as that conversation ended was that Xi Ro had been seen praying alone to the Traveler. I am not sure what she asked for, but for some reason the Huge Golf Ball appeared amused by what sort of request the former Hive's God of War had requested.

I just could only shiver to what was up as it was clear that whatever request she asked for the Traveler may as well provide.

But as I continued to thread this path, the next few years were going to be interesting as... the 'Age of Apology' was soon upon us.

AN

Two more chapters, and I am done. Had a bit of issues writing as of late, but I should be able to end this and keep on going. Just bear with me if the updates are not always punctual.