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Infinite Dendrogram - Volume 9 - Chapter Pr




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Conjunction: The Unfinished Hope 
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Those who know true hope are the ones who stand on the brink of the abyss of despair. 
Those who have already fallen in can never hope again, and those on the precipice are more hopeful than anyone else. 
Thus, those who are cornered create things that will save them. 
It might be beliefs that speak of the salvation of the soul, lives that carry their wills to the next generation... or beings that can shatter the encroaching despair. 
 
Long ago, in the age of what was now known as the “pre-ancient civilization,” there was a weapons plant deep within the mountains that eventually became part of the Quartierlatin County. 
It had equipment for mining resources, turning them into materials, extracting energy from the earth, and producing Prism Soldiers. Everything inside was advanced enough to work without human interference. 
Despite this, there were people inside. 
They were in the deepest depths of the facility, developing the most important thing within. 
Standing behind fortified glass, they used remote-controlled manipulators to bring it further to completion. 
Suddenly, the automatic door to their workroom opened, and a man walked inside, accompanied by a small child. 
“Sir?” one of the workers asked. “Why did you bring your son here?” 
“We completed the core yesterday, didn’t we?” he replied. “I want to show it to him. It’s the hope that’ll save our world... and all the children of the future.” 
As they had that exchange, the boy walked up to the glass wall. The thing beyond made him gasp in amazement. 
“Dad, is that the thing that will protect us?” 
“It is. Acra-Vesta will save everyone,” his father replied. 
The clockwork sphere behind the glass was the weapon’s artificial intelligence block. It would eventually be shielded by a frame and hull, completing it as a weapon. 
This anti-incarnation weapon, as it was labeled, had the groundbreaking ability to develop and produce its own parts, as well as the equipment that would create them. 

The workers were only laying the foundation for the auto-creation process. Once this was done, Acra-Vesta would begin turning itself into a superweapon. 
“Really?” the boy asked eagerly. 
“Yes.” His father nodded. “Acra-Vesta is our hope. It will beat the incarnations and save the world.” 
The word “incarnations” referred to the nightmarish beings that were attacking the pre-ancient civilization. They were the very source of their despair. 
One of them was immortalized on the wall of the plant’s hall, along with some writing and the name of the genius who’d designed this facility, to make sure no one ever forgot their terror. 
“Wowww!” the boy became excited. Hearing that this machine here would save the world filled him with joy. “When that happens, will we get to see Mom again?” 
His dad was silent. That was something that couldn’t happen even if the world was saved, but the man couldn’t bring himself to say it. 
This era was full of such tragedies. They were building Acra-Vesta to prevent any more of them from happening. 
“Sure... When the world is at peace again,” he said as he patted his son’s head, before taking his hand and leaving the workroom. 
“Bye bye!” The boy waved his free hand to Acra-Vesta’s intelligence block. “See ya!” 
There was no response to those words. All you could hear from the machine were the silent sounds made by its optical sensor. 
 
It was a two-millennia-old superweapon created to become mankind’s hope. 
Ironically, its awakening in the present day was triggered by a battle between two factions of men. 
Devils were attacking Quartierlatin. 
Marionettes were infiltrating the ruins. 
Fatally glitched Prism Soldiers were moving out. 
And the people were struggling against them all. 
In spite of that, Acra-Vesta didn’t move. 
But the incomplete superweapon knew that the time for awakening was drawing near. 
 





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