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"Sentient enough to be self-aware but not self-aware enough to be able to subjugate humanity like the over-played trope in science fiction stories... and every AI, every robot I create is programmed to instinctively obey Isaac Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics."

"A wise choice. Because I could use your own strength against you by leveraging the forces of gravity to my advantage."

"I turned that teleporter into a kettle. I couldn't get it to work, so now it serves as an appliance that heats water... but everything is OK. My personal AI and the associated RAADs are undergoing updates to the security software."

Ren would rub her head, looking around in confusion. She was wearing her digitised armour, deciding to investigate the ruins, she stepped forward.

"Gorgeous Girl Genius? Puuuuuh-lease. She needs to catch up to MY babies. My creations. I've invented things that Anthony Stark can only D R E A M of. What a despicable ingrate. Hmph."

After listening to his passionate speech, Ren merely shrugged, her crimson eyes softening as she absorbed Edward's words. She silently admired the conviction behind what he was saying —the raw determination that seemed to radiate from him as he spoke about his brother. "I understand,"》

"Yes. Him."

"Does Gilgamesh count?"

// Since Ren is a mystery to some of you.

(Warning: 🔄ing may end up signing yourself up as a test subject for Aperture Science™️)

"A small eyeball creature with tentacles? That's certainly suspicious.... Okay, how do I know that you're not partaking in a racist joke because I'm Japanese...???"

@sir-hell-sing.bsky.social "Sir Integra, I am a scientist and an inventor with the goal of saving humanity, which seems to be your goal too, given how the Hellsing Organisation seems to operate. Would you be interested in having me》

"What eyeball creature?"

"Ugh. Frisky Friday? Are you uneducated primitives trying to piss me off with your primitive, unevolved, uninspired, plebeian and frankly simplistic minds???"

"There's one feasible route to restore your body, Edward — your brother's is another matter." Ren folded her arms, voice clinical and unflinchingly logical. "Conceptually: create a cloned chassis, harvest its arm and leg, graft them onto you, then terminate the donor.》

"Oh, calm down! No, I didn't. An experiment of mine went wrong, and I lost my arm at the bicep. Thankfully, I was able to design and build my own replacement... It's a cybernetic arm covered with actual flesh and blood, cloned from my DNA, so it's just like the arm I was born with." She explained.

"Yeah. I got it. I need to be honest with you. You're not the only one who lost their arm..." Ren suddenly pulled on her right arm, which came off at her bicep, Edward could see a silver metal cap at the top, but otherwise, the arm looked and felt natural.

"This world — unlike my own —feels… artificial," Ren said quietly, eyes narrowing as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "There's something in the air. Heavy. Oppressive. I can't quantify it yet, but it’s wrong."》

"Not one... but seven. Each named after a Sin of Man. And someone they call Father."

"That is a reasonable hypothesis, brother," Ren said, voice measured but tinged with superiority, "though proving it would be… problematic. Recreating Dr. Frankenstein’s experiment is, understandably, condemned by the governments of the world,》

"Homunculi are artificially created humans, generally achieved through advanced magical processes," Ren explained, her tone painfully slow, as if lecturing a toddler struggling with their alphabet. She pushed her glasses higher on her nose, eyes glinting.》

"I see you're a girl again." Ren’s eyes flicked over with clinical detachment before narrowing thoughtfully. "And you're not wrong — without risk, humanity stagnates, gnawing on bones in caves and fearing fire as blasphemy, although some haven't evolved very far.》

"Seriously? We have Homunculi now? And I'm not talking about the von Einzberns either. Ugh."

"So essentially, my father's magecraft… it's just a variant of alchemy, isn't it?" Ren mused, giving Edward’s restored automail a light tap with satisfaction. "I didn't just repair your arm — I optimized it. Reduced weight while maintaining strength and density. Efficiency at its finest."》

"Tracing core elements," Ren murmured, pressing her hands against Edward's automail. "Reconnecting trace metals." A brilliant blue light flared, sweeping over the prosthetic. Before his eyes, the dents and scratches smoothed away, the surface restoring itself until the arm was as good as new.》

// I decided that Ren is going to have a cybernetic left arm, having lost it in a scientific accident.... only she didn't tell anyone and constructed one covered in synthetic flesh in secret.//

Ren pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, eyes narrowing as she studied the intricate automail. "So, you’re not a cybernetic organism. Makes sense—this world’s tech level isn’t nearly advanced enough for that. Hm…" 》

(@fullm3talheart.bsky.social) Ren Tohsaka found herself wandering the bustling heart of Central City, stranded after a dimensional travel experiment had gone awry. With no immediate way home, the redheaded scientist devoted her days to the public library,》

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"With science and magecraft, of course! Heck, I can literally pull anything from the digital domain and MANIFEST it in this reality."

"Type 1. Though I, myself, am Types 2 - 4."

"It's simply a fact that I lack pretty undergarments..."

"I'd wear it."

"I'm aware of that. All my inventions are geared towards the improvement of mankind's lives..." She nodded in agreement with Sayaka. "Yes. That's.... exactly what the device is throwing a tantrum about. Bending the laws of physics." Ren sighed.

Ren grumbled. "It's essentially, in layman's terms, a teleportation device, with AI support, but no matter what I program into it, the device decides to throw a temper tantrum over the laws of physics. I'm this close to recycling the machine into a goddamn toaster oven!!!"

"I don't mean to boast, but yes, I am. Many say that I'm one of the smartest girls in Japan... but all that means nothing to me if I can't get one of my inventions working."

"My eyesight was damaged early on in my scientific career as a result of my training as a magi. I overexerted an element of my magecraft and paid the price in my failing eyesight. They were once of an amber hue instead of this red. Without these glasses or contact lenses, I am rendered near-blind."

"Now you've put me on the spot.... I cannot. Besides, my expertise is technology and biological engineering, not vocal exercises."

"Tinker with my inventions. Try to figure out a way to repair my eyesight...."

"It is not. That just sounds, and I don't mean to insult one of the most famous idols, so forgive me if I do, stupid."

"That's not a good idea to say that, Sayaka-Chan."

"I'm from a family of Magi, one of the oldest in Japan, and the Mage's Association set the laws that all Magi have to abide by, as well as oversee the various Holy Grail Wars. Some Magi, powerful ones, are employed as agents to investigate curious artefacts or to ensure other Magi obey the rules.》

"Basically. And do work for the Mage's Association as well..."

"I don't see the point in saving anyone just yet. Humanity isn't ready. People are plagued with violence, greed, and selfishness — and if I release my work now, it won't be used to uplift anyone. It'll be repurposed and turned into weapons by faceless corporations and the governments that own them."

"And I am a scientist who wants to save people with my intellect and my inventions."

"Umm, no. I'm all about pushing the very limits of humanity, saving us all with my creations so we can evolve to the next stage on the path of evolution."