in a recent adventure,the Crimson Republic has secured the so-called "Neanic Stability Tablets" from an unknown source,which supposingly when consumed,will give its consumer the boon of immortality....
as the strike fleets carrying the tablets and the rock creature approaches Xaneroth,all ships of the strike fleet return to a swirling cloud of black dust,containing the tablets and the rock being in black boxes and fused with the planet-sized megacomplex
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In Xaneroth,inside a peculiar large chamber,the Mainframe is walking around in its hologram around a bunch of transparent rod containers,carefully observing the changes that the hologram projected above each rod containers have while occationally tinker with some himself,if someone is there,he would discover that each container present contains a humanoid creature,former XA Empire citizens to be exact,which was subjected as refugees during the last diplomatic exchange between the two former allies. But now,as the XA Empire has suddenly disappear,although all refugees that the Crimson Republic has subjected to become part of the calculation subroutine for the mainframe,the Mainframe ensures that every citizen experience positive dreams during all calculations and will be recover-able if something went wrong. Even the Mainframe himself doubted this decision occationally,wondering if spending all these valuable organic resources is actually something beneficial,but everytime he thinks to cancel the order,something,or someone in the collective tells him that he is doing the right thing keeping the order active,and should not cancel it as long as the mainframe remains stable. The Mainframe continue its little walk around the containers,when a voice suddenly breaks the silence
"Hey.......Mainframe....damn its weird calling you like that...uhhhh what are you doing right now?" "checking status of our calculating subroutine,sir,is there anything i can help you?" "uhhhh yes,there is a hovering black plate with some weird tablets which keeps on nudging my arm....also this throne thing is too much for me" "ahh....the strike fleet finally completed their mission.....as for the throne,as you are the last organic member of our faction,we all agree to treat you the best that we possibly could,thus providing this throne which contain every function that you can ever imagine...." "i know,i know.....just...ugh.....i just want a simple bean bag that i can lay in and chill for fuk's sake,its weird sitting in a chair like this while eating expensive food" the humanoid wave a slice of synthetic-produced pizza with his greasy right hand "very well.....if thats what you wish,we shall change your throne.....into a bean bag with all the functions retained!" The Mainframe laughs as he glide over the formation of containers and tap on the throne with his index finger "godamnit i just want an ordinary bean bag......" Gil,the former gunner of an AAA,muttered some sort of complain,but soon faded with the amount of food he has been eating at the same time
"......so.....whats this tablet thingy?" Gil poke the tablets after a whole lot of cleaning up "according to an unknown source,it is called The Neanic Stability Tablet and supposingly it would grant its consumer immortality...." "do you trust what this...unknown source suggests?" "i can sense great power contained within these tablets,and we are not able to analyze it with our current equipment,so......" "ahh...might as well....." Gil suddenly took one tablet and swallowed it instamtly "......Mainframe why arn't you worried about my action just now?" "Simulations and experiments had been ran before showing you these tablets,the worst thing that may happen is getting a sore throat,so don't worry about it" "how much did you used for testing?" "about half a tablet that were retrieved" "and you are not worried me swallowing a whole tablet? what if i get double the sore throat? or explode instantly? or...." "calm down.....do you feel like you are going to explode?" "no......i just feel somewhat energetic as if i had once again consumed some of my special quintuple expresso" "quin......updating database for 'reason behind a super digestive system'......update complete.....i....even with all the database that i can access,is still not able to fully understand the limits of your digestive system that you have developed from eating MRE for months,starving for decades and eating junk food for years....." "wait....so that thing called 'pizza' that i just had is a kind of junk food?" ".....does it taste nice?" "well...yea...but still....." "then thats all it matters,you are theoretically immortal right now as i can sense you had absorbed that anomalous energy pretty well" "hmm....i guess you are right....how bout we do some testing with my body?" "suggestion rejected" "why?" "we had just tried to collect your blood sample after you had consumed the tablet,but even with our sharpest and hardest needle that we can produce,we still cannot penetrate your epidermal layer" "my what?" "your epi....your skin" "oh....but i don't feel anything different...." "well then....are you sure you want to continue the experiments?" "uhhhh i have some bad feeling about this...so i guess i'll pass" "very well,i will prepare the stadium for now,just say so when you want to know more about the effects of these tablets" "uhhh no thanks for now,i will have some rest for now" "have a nice rest" the Mainframe looks at Gil until he is out of sight,and proceed adding a bit of the tablet into each container,before fading away....