"So, then. Is this everyone?"
As I took a look around, I noticed that Mackenzie, David, and Diego had joined us, but Diego's counterpart, Zephiel, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Zephiel?" I asked, and Diego glanced back, towards the village beyond.
"He's... requested a few days away from the conflict. To think about some things, I think..."
I bit my lip uncertainly, but Sharada quickly shook her head in response.
"No matter. I'm fairly certain our current objectives will require very little fighting," she answered, and I tilted my head at her.
"Really?"
She nodded, studying me with an unnerving smile.
"As I mentioned before, Luka plans on merging the servers into one world. By Dieter's calculations, we have roughly one week before he will be able to accomplish this."
"So how do we stop him?" I asked.
"By winning over more of our kind to our side. There is one of us who is unwaveringly loyal to Luka; but two others appear to be conflicted about their roles. That's where we need to focus."
Serra did a quick count, then frowned.
"There's two of you here. Plus Dieter; that's three. One loyal to Luka, and two others... so that's six. Am I missing someone here, or aren't there supposed to be seven of you?"
"You are correct," Sharada answered, and Alessandria sighed.
"Luka is the seventh," she said. "His biological body is dead, but the seventh artificial lifeform is an exact replica of his consciousness."
"So, these two lifeforms. How do we find them... are they even on our server?" Kelly asked.
"Apart from Dieter and Sharada, the rest of us who're still tied to the game exist on all servers simultaneously," Alessandria replied.
"Then why bother with the merger? Couldn't they act at any time?" David asked, and Alessandria shook her head.
"Our abilities are capped at one seventh of our power, and our situational awareness and responsivity is much less effective, making us a much less formidable force in this state."
"Oh, is that so~?" Serra smirked at Alessandria, who returned the gesture with an annoyed look.
"I would have wiped the floor with you anyway," she shot, and Serra put a finger to her lip.
"Would you? I do wonder~," she sang playfully in response, and Alessandria glared at her.
"Your probability of victory was less than seven percent. Do you want to try it?" she asked, lightning crackling in her eyes, and Serra shrugged, seemingly unafraid by the woman's threat of violence.
"Actually, her victory probability was around eighty-eight percent," Sharada interjected, and Alessandria glared at her incredulously.
"Bullshit! Based on what?"
"I have done a much more in-depth analysis of Serra's combat capabilities," Sharada explained. "If I am correct, you seem to be calculating her combat effectiveness as being on par with the other players of her rank."
"So what? The variance in their skill is less than seven percent. It wouldn't impact the outcome, and definitely not by the ridiculous margin you seem to have come up with."
Sharada smiled, in that strange, unnerving way, at Alessandria.
"I'm willing to share my analysis; if~... you promise to fight for us in the final battle."
Alessandria glared at her.
"Fine. But if I can refute your claim, you're making me a biological body
and
shifting your protective protocols on Paul to high priority."
"Your terms are acceptable," Sharada answered.
She stared at Alessandria for a few moments, and I watched with interest, as Alessandria's eyes went wide.
She turned to Serra; her mouth slightly agape.
"That's impossible. She... she wouldn't have thought of that. Not in the middle of a fight. And the gap between the high tiers shouldn't be that much!" she exclaimed.
"That's just one of eight possible scenarios that I speculate would have resulted in your defeat; would you like me to present them all for your analysis?" Sharada asked, and Alessandria waved a hand dismissively.
"Just, forget it," Alessandria said as she folded her arms, and I snickered a little at the poor job she did of hiding just how annoyed she really was.
"So, who are our targets?" Serra asked.
At this, Sharada gestured to Alessandria, who unfolded her arms, and let out a sigh.
"Penelope, and Heidegger... actually, for now it might just be Heidegger. I've lost contact with Penelope for about four days now."
"So, Heidegger? Where is he hiding out?" Serra asked.
"I'd hardly call it hiding. He's in the city of
Hanamachi
in the Eastern reach."
"You've gotta be kidding," Mackenzie said, and Serra groaned.
"I've never heard of it. What's the big deal?" I asked, and Kelly giggled.
"It's basically the red-light district of our server," Kelly explained, and I tilted my head in confusion.
"What? As in, prostitutes and everything?"
"Prostitutes, drugs. If you've got a vice, Hanamachi has a way to indulge it."
"Is that even allowed in this game?" I asked, and Serra eyed me with a look of incredulity.
"This has been a death game since day one. No one is regulating shit."
I frowned.
"So how far away is it?"
"Three days by Caravan," Alessandria answered, and Serra groaned again.
"Ugh. I do
not
want to spend three days in a caravan."
"It's either that or crossing by foot and dealing with multiple danger beasts along the way. The crossing to the Eastern Reach is one of the least cleared zones in the game."
"There might be another way, I think," Diego finally cut in, seemingly just dismissing his character interface, as he joined the discussion. "If we go through Karach, we can get to Muziris. It's a flourishing port city; I'm sure we could hire a ship to take us to Hanamachi across the Eastern Sea."
"Hmm. By ship, you could make the trip in a few hours, and Karach is less than half a day from here. You could be in Hanamachi by tomorrow," Sharada ventured, and I shot her a questioning look.
"Don't you mean we? Aren't you coming with us?"
Sharada shook her head.
"We'll be splitting up. Alessandria and I need to locate Penelope as soon as possible; besides, these lifeforms are currently fixated on expanding their understanding of the human condition. I'm not sure we'd be much help in that department."
"I've got leads on a ship," Mackenzie cut in, and Serra grabbed the girl, and pulled her into a headlock.
"You never let me down!" she declared, as the girl smiled uncomfortably. "So, what are we waiting for? Let's head back to Karach!"
Kelly's group headed over to pack up their caravans, as I began to help dismantling and packing up the tents.
"Hey. Where's Cali? I haven't seen him since yesterday," Serra said, as she came over to me.
"He was playing with Maia and Kaia. Maybe check with them?" I offered, and she frowned.
As she headed off, Dana stole to my side.
"Is it just me, or are things a bit awkward between you two."
"It's not just you," I replied, as I watched her head down to the village below.
As we finished packing up the tents, Kelly came over to join me.
"I'm gonna check on Diego," Dana said, shooting me a suggestive glance and nodding towards Kelly, and I nodded.
"Hey, uh- is everything alright? With Serra?" I asked, and she frowned, as we walked away from the group.
"I think she's about as alright as she can be right now. That simulated life she shared with you... when it ended, she was pretty relieved because it meant you were okay... but, I think she's also coping with losing something that had become a big part of her life... whether she wanted it to, or not."
I nodded.
"What do you think I should do? Give her some space?"
"Yeah. I think that might be for the best. I kind of asked her last night if she'd prefer to have you two keep your relationship going at least until the game ends, but... I think she's trying to figure out what she wants to be in your life, when this is all done."
"When this is all done? We didn't even know each other," I said, and Kelly frowned at me.
"Before this incident, she actually planned on trying to be a part of our lives. Visiting us, keeping in contact; all that."
"Oh. I didn't realize," I said.
"Yeah... well now I think she's trying to evaluate if she can handle that... or if she needs to just make a clean break."
I frowned.
"What about you?" I asked, and Kelly tilted her head at me, questioningly.
"What about me? What do you mean?"
"Wouldn't it bother you? Serra and me being friends, or keeping in contact..."
She shook her head.
"If you were mine, you could be fuck buddies for all I cared," she teased, and I frowned.
"Sometimes I think you don't take this seriously," I answered, and she put her hands on her hips.
"Or~, maybe I'm just not as insecure as you seem to think I should be," she replied, shrugging.
"Even after I basically married Serra?" I asked, and she sighed.
"Obviously I felt a little jealous. I
am
human, you know? But that whole situation couldn't really be helped, could it? I just don't see the need to punish you for something we had no control over. Besides, in case you don't realize, I'd rather let you marry Serra, even in real life, than have you end up permanently brain damaged, or dead..."
I bit my lip, as that definitely put things into perspective.