[ She gets a request for a video call a few minutes later. When she answers, what greets her is his apartment's living room table, upon which sits a three-dimensional aetherial illusion of Amaurot. The great city's sprawl peters out at the distant edges. The vision includes the Capitol building along with that tall skyscraper which rises above everything else together with their city's immense, curved spires.
It is all awash with the light blue colour neutral aether typically takes on. ]
Emet-Selch is not my name; it is my title. I served as the Architect for our people, which meant I was required to inspect and approve new creations submitted by our people. Almost everything you are familiar with has passed through the hall of the Bureau of the Architect at some point in our history. Every creature, every piece of technology - they are derivations of ideas our people first conjured in their imaginations, distributed for all to use, improve, and build upon.
The only inventions you could truly credit yourselves with would be weapons, for we had no need for such things in our society.
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It is all awash with the light blue colour neutral aether typically takes on. ]
Emet-Selch is not my name; it is my title. I served as the Architect for our people, which meant I was required to inspect and approve new creations submitted by our people. Almost everything you are familiar with has passed through the hall of the Bureau of the Architect at some point in our history. Every creature, every piece of technology - they are derivations of ideas our people first conjured in their imaginations, distributed for all to use, improve, and build upon.
The only inventions you could truly credit yourselves with would be weapons, for we had no need for such things in our society.