Well I’ve completed a few more compressions. One was a layer of ten while the other was a layer of twenty. Through these processes I’ve figured out that I need to do compressions to gain my memories back. I’ve been able to learn a lot from my past memories.

Like how propulsion works in a jet engine. First is induction, than compression, followed by ignition, which causes combustion, and that results in the exhaust pushing the jet forward at a high velocity. This allows for vehicles to move at high speeds and with the right mana saturated fuel injectors and enhancing runes allows the spaceships that I know of to move through the stars.

It also works in much the similar fashion for material projectiles shot from guns. It’s has fewer steps since they can pack the explosive components before use but there are many similarities. Even plasma bolts follow a similar principle. They build the bolts in the guns themselves and when the plasma builds enough it expels itself from the gun once there pressure ruptures the thin containing mana layer. They then shoot out at high speeds with the potential to burn a hole in unguarded organic material. This process allows the shots to be charged with mana giving the bolts more power and a further range before they become unstable and implode on themselves.

Other vehicles are propelled in a less extreme ways as well. Leisure vehicles use many different things to propel themselves. Boats used sails or oars pulled by men, while some engines used the pressure from gases to power their balloons and pumps. There are even examples of extreme tension used to fire projectiles both large and small. You can even look at animals moving and watch them propel themselves through the complex structure of muscle, tendons, and bone.

Another insight I gained was that I can use my mana and will to turn mana into matter. I haven’t tried to make solid matter yet because I don’t feel like I have a sufficient supply of mana. I do have the mana crystals but I’m saving them for when I have a better opportunity to escape then I do now.

I did however make some gaseous molecules to float around inside this prison with me. After I made them though the thought came to me to try and claim them. I did and was able to claim them make them the only domain I have had in a long time.

I’ve also been able to recall a time that I existed in a dungeon. I saw that there were lots of monsters as well as many resources that I thought were rare. I saw countless deaths in those memories, of both monsters and of the creatures called humans. Some of the deaths were caused by fighting, but there were also times were they died from traps, and even other times when they died to the blade of their own kind. And no matter how many died there were always more fighting and death in those halls. Whether the halls where of stone or wood, filled with light or shrouded in darkness, teaming with life or barren with the lingering scent of death, in a labyrinth of sorrow or a field of superficial joy. The places seemed to change but the actions inside always ended the same.

With death.

Now as a dungeon I know that I may have to take an invaders life. But as a thinking being I’m unsure of whether I want to be an orchestrator of constant genocide.

I mean I don’t want to be killed but I also don’t want to be the cause of death for everyone I meet. I remember that feeling. The feeling of eternal loneliness and sorrow. The pain of the ones you love dying as you watch them in agony. The thoughts that rule your mind as they tell you of the pain you bring to everyone who ever gets close to you. The knowledge that no matter what you try to do all you are doing is prolonging your loved ones agony by trying to save them from their fate.

But I know that I will be hunted just by being a Dungeon.

All I can do is hope that this life is different. And that those that would hunt me down to destroy me are small in number and have bigger things to deal with.

But these thoughts are irrelevant if I’m trapped in here forever.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

So I thought it through and I realized that I don’t want to be trapped in here for all eternity.

One I have no control over what happens to me while I’m in here. Two it is incredibly lonely in here and I don’t really want to insane again.

I mean I’m probably already certifiably crazy. But there's nothing to be done about that…

Right….

Anyways I’ve also recalled some of the common magical adaptations that many creatures have gained after years of high mana density exposure. Many cave dwelling insects gain an aptitude to glowing while the plants that reside there develop with a more magical form of poison. In the swamps the animals and monsters grow closer to the muddy water in both color and habitation. The high frosty mountains bred thick skin as well along with a strength that breeds savagery. In jungles the plants grow in large varieties, some being small and miraculous inducing while others are large and man eating.

For all places there is variation for no two areas are truly the same. The rarest of resources come from the most unique of places. Places where extremes in climate and mana exist or were they change drastically.

Now the beasts can change just from the things that they eat or even a change in the mana'[s ambient will. They vary greatly but can usually be traced back to their original species from how their body is made up. And if you can’t then you can look at their traits, they always have a semblance of their birth species characteristics. After all they change from one form to another and it takes multiple decades for each of these changes to occur with each of them being gradual until they reach a breakthrough that allows them to have a greater change. But even the greater change doesn't change them to a point where they no longer know how to use the body they have.

It’s like that for everything after all. Everything changes to better fit their environment until they can thrive there. They build on their strengths and if they survive through the trials that expose their weaknesses then they work to cover them until they are safe again. That's just how living things survive.

Now when I think of it this way I begin to view my situation in a different light. I seem to have been just floating along through this problem while I could have been trying to take a more active role in my development.

I have thought of ideas to change things but I never seem to be able to act. Or even accept the situation I am in.

So here it is.

I am a dungeon core. I am aboard a spaceship that’s flying through the void of, wait for it…

Space!

I'm not gathering any mana and I don't have a domain, nor can I sustain one in my current environment. The ship I'm on could look like anything and might house something more powerful than I can deal with.

So there I have it.

I don’t even truly understand the situation I’m in.

I don’t have any resources available to me so that I could figure my situation out with either.

I am a prisoner locked out from the rest of the universe and no one besides the ones on this ship knows that I even exist.

So what do I have to work with?

I have mana gems with some residual mana lingering in them. I have my thoughts, even if they are screwy. I will have someone to talk to, once AI comes back. I have an abundance of mana resistant substances. And I have the ability to convert mana into mater.

With these things I can…

I’m not quite sure what I can do with this.

I could cover the inside of the generator with a solid substance so I could have a domain but I’d still be trapped in here. I could absorb all the mana from the mana crystals I have and attack the weakest points on the inside wall. I could make lots of gaseous matter and see if that breaks me free. I could wait for AI to come back so I can learn more about the situation I’m in. I could do more circulations until I think of a better plan…

Why does that sound like the most reasonable choice…

Fine I’ll do more rotations until I get a hundred compressions done.

“Huuuuuu”

I’m bored of doing compressions and circulations. It keeps getting harder with every layer I add to it. I’m only on the thirty first circlet and I have already broken four of these in my attempt to get the thirty second circlet.

I’ll just take a break for a little while.

I wonder what the system will be like this time.

“System can you hear me?”

Well I don’t know what I was expecting but I shouldn't feel this disappointed. I mean what else should I have expected.

Even if it’s dumb there's no reason to be impolite.

“Sorry to bother you system.”

IsFin!

“Wait did the system just respond…”

Affermitive

“IT’S ALIVE!!!!!”

Negativy