Clone activated!

Another two weeks passed just like that after I returned to my dorms, and life went on as usual.

This time I decided to move my lab to another dimension outside the Magicians world.

Why, I hear you ask?

Why did I not go to Arifureta and instead spent the next two weeks studying an unnecessarily complex magic and moving my lab out of the world?

It was because I wasn't ready.

Getting back from Fillory, I tried to spread my code to the clone.

As usual, I cut my finger and bled into it's mouth.

Nothing. No reaction, not even rejection.

I tried injecting my blood into it.

Once again, no reaction.

What?

I realised then that something was wrong.

And I could guess why this was happening.

I couldn't check because my code was damaged but I think that use of my geass to help Quentin seal the deal with Jane exhausted the small but of psyche force I had recovered.

And no psyche force along with a damaged code meant that I was mortal again.

And with a good chunk of all psyche force I recover daily going straight to maintaining my stealth from the library, it wasn't going to recover anytime soon.

Not without help at least.

So, I decided to recover my immortality first before I moved onto a new world, especially one with monsters.

Which brings us here, to my new lab in the middle of another version of the stony seas dimension attached to a version of Rick'world where all life on Earth was wiped out by a comet in 1341 AD.

Why did I move here though, you might wonder?

Because the laws of reality in the Magicians world did not allow for the smooth processing of the souls I had captured.

Something about how magic affected their nature and position with respect to the world.

The moment they were released, they were static points in magic. Unalterable.

Here though, it was super easy. Barely an inconvenience.

I released the two souls into a neutralization chamber which destroyed the souls' identities and unique natures, turning them into a gaseous soul substance devoid of any flavor or characteristics.

This I passed through a series of sterilizing filters and exposed to 15 different kinds if radiations before condensing the gases in pressurized chamber.

I pressed a button on my setup as the murky pearlescent liquid filtered through a tube and into absrbed into a substrate.

An enchanted substrate that was then fed into a centrifugal pestle to crush the mixture into fine particulate matter.

This finely crushed smooth mixture was then passed through an enchanted refining furnace where I worked on it further, burning away not only the substrate but also all characteristics inhetent to the version if souls present in the Magicians world.

All that remained after was a teaspoon of fine crystallized spiritual particles.

I pulked the out, pressed them into capsules, and produced a handful of medicinal capsules of pure soul matter.

Soul candy. The cheap, discount version that I could make woth the resources at hand.

2 capsules to be exact.

Looking at them in the palm of my hand, I sighed in disappointment.

This won't do much. But at least I'll be able to create a backup from the Traveler clone.

If I had more material, better equipment....

I shook my head.

No point worrying about that now.

I opened my mouth and dry swallowed the pills all at once, pulling on the devouring power I had encoded into my code.

But there was little left in me, burning up the last of my psyche force as I used it and focused it in my stomach.

As the pills dissolved into me, my devouring power assimilating them into me, I could feel the tiny surge of power spread throughout me like the warmth of the sun on the first day of spring.

Crisp, clear, beautiful.

My eyes lit up, glowing as my geass glared and my code flickered on my body, psychic circuitry flashing like veins, as I began to well up with pure energy and immediately got to work repairing my damaged code.

The damage was extensive.

Man, I really abused my immortality huh?

Took it for granted.

And now, it's a pain the ass to repair it all.

A patch here, a new trail there, connections between this and that, my forearm and left leg, fifth spinal column to my pecs. And as the energy faded, some five minutes later, I had repaired a fair bit of my code, my psychic energy reserves filled up a quarter of the way through.

I gripped my hands, feeling like a new life had been breathed into me and the colors in the world around me popped like never before. Or well it felt like that at least.

Now, my code was at least in working condition.

I turned to the Traveler clone and pulled him out of his tank, injecting him with my blood now.

And this time, it worked, as the psychic circuitry traced across his body like an infection, his veins straining, his body twitching and spasming instinctively with no willpower to hold back the reaction as light appeared in his eyes.

They focused, the dull pupils now turning a vibrant brown with tinges of gold and flashes of glowing blue.

My vision shifted as my own form appeared before my eyes, and I could see through the clone's eyes.

My thoughts echoed across the two bodies and two minds at once, ringing hollow and causing me a dizzying sensation.

I stumbled, trying to sit down instinctively sit down while cutting the connection with the clone via tge biochip. Except I had no biochip.

And so my attempts were to no avail, as I fell to the floor, both bodies crashing into the gravel bottom of the stony sea.

It was only when I stopped thinking and entered a state of meditation did I realise why this was happening.

It was a part of my abilities, concurrent possesion and telepathy, I usually relegated to my biochip and A.I. due to the taxing nature of the ability.

But now with no biochip and a primitive A.I., it was a nauseating sensation I couldn't do with.

Not with the new and hyperactive sensations that my freshly made clone body felt. It's sensory organs were basically like a baby's, experiencing the sensation of breathing, the heat and cold, the feeling of air, sven the bloood pumping in it's own body for the first time.

It was overwhelming to experience.

And then there was the psychic feedback.

Traveling was a psychic discipline after all, and Travelerz used their psychic senses as a GPS to travel between worlds.

It wasn't much now, in the stony sea where there were no psychic signatures except my own.

But out there.... It will be inoperable.

Shit. I need to make a psychic blocker for this thing. And maybe pump some morphine and other assorted numbing drugs and sedatives every time I want to use this body before it gets used to the new normal.

"I solve one problem and another pops up."

I sighed and cast a sleep spell on the clone, dumping it back in the tank and putting it on ice before returning to the dorm.

I popped an advil and downed it with a shot of banana flavored mega seed juice, as I got ready for the expedition into Arifureta.

Pulling out the second clone, one I made specifically for the Arifureta expedition, put him onto an operating table and attached neuro stimulation probes all over his body, modifying an experimental sensor into a stimulus drive.

With it, I remodeled it's sensory organs to acclimate it to the normal sounds and sights, taste and touch.

This way, the clone won't give me migraines just by breathing, from all the new and painful experiences, I intend to put it through.

Finally, I injecting the second clone with . y blood as well and turned it into one of me, albeit, minus supersoldier serum or magical ability.

Just technokinesis.

Taking over this clone, I put my usual body to sleep and geared up for the expedition.

Now, I was ready. My torn coat had been replaced. My armaments had been upgraded, with a super sentai morpher badge added to the arsenal as low tier portable power armor and an array of excavation and storage equipment.

I put on my lab coat, attached my comms earring, slung my bag of holding over my shoulder, and cracked my knuckles as a smile spread over my face.

With a thought, a portal opened up beside me, leading out into a small patch of rocky outcrops near the town of Horaud, the location of the entry to the labyrinth in the world of Tortus, the setting for Arifureta.

I exited the portal, and saw the morning sun rising in the distance across the barren, rocky landscape of the Horaud plateau, shinibg a light on the town cut into a sheltered cliff face and pumped my fists, activating my invisibility as I took off into the sky.

"Let's do this shit!"