If you weren't what you are, I'd just take all of you. Half the vision of the world for all the wisdom of the world. It sounded like the weeping of quasars, and the scent of my grandmother's rosebush. And I'm not expecting to walk away without a price. I know I'm not offering enough to get much, but I'm not really asking for anything that anyone who winds up here in the first place doesn't get merely from the experience. Never actually met a deity-class entity before. The… Truth… thing walked in an assessing circle around me, emoting for effect his/its assessment of me as he went. Holy fuckballs what was I thinking, check. Hollow black space where a young boy ought to be. Ornate stone double doors of a material type I was quite sure wasn't actually stone. The singularly most surprising part was that it went exactly as I'd expected.īlank white space. I didn't fully manage to grasp everything I saw, felt, or heard - and honestly I felt that was for the best - but what happened next was. What happened next was an event that I'd anticipated and feared none the less, even as I knew just how important it was for my future plans. Staring down at the painstakingly laid out alchemy circle, with it's semiotic imagery laid out to provide imaginary links between various concepts in an equally imaginary four dimensional space as represented in a two dimensional medium (with color of chalk for the extra dimension), I cut my thumb with a penknife and began the transmutation event. Sure, I could simply settle down and let the whole Father (or maybe Mother? I didn't know which version I was in, and had actively been avoiding finding out) thing play out - but the longer I stayed here the more likely I would become a statistical oversight in the events of canon. Finding an automail engineer who would be willing to simply not ask questions when offered my notes on sensory prosthetics and enough gold to let his entire family retire for three generations - and was trustworthy - did take up an appreciable amount of time, admittedly.īut at some point procrastination just had to have it's limits, and I was at the limits of what this world could offer me. Confronting the agonizing would do that to a man. But at some point, I'd known that I was simply delaying the inevitable. I'd blown off steam more than once just exploring the multiverse. Hiring investigators to find the best available material and medical alchemists who might be willing to actually teach me for a fee was the easiest part.Īctually learning all this stuff? To the level I knew I would need to accomplish to do what I was planning? That was far more tedious. Even if I did have to make a trip for every ingot. It would have been damned near impossible if I hadn't made a trip or two to a random zombie apocalypse world or two and shamelessly stolen ingots of gold from Fort Knox to cover my expenses. Learning alchemy, however, was somewhat more difficult. It helped that I knew some things about it that the people teaching me didn't - like the function of the human nervous system and the role of human souls in automail motivation and for alchemy itself. Learning automail engineering and maintenance was, ironically, quite easy to pull off. With all of the wars and refugees and just 1930's equivalent bureaucracy, slipping into the society here was child's play. And the one with the most hope for any long-term travels I might have. Quite frankly the "softest" world, physics-wise, I'd yet found. Where would "here" be, and why would I have spent a little over four years in one place when I could go just about anywhere? The world of Fullmetal Alchemist. Some metaphors worked better for some tasks, but metaphors are by definition inaccurate. No language I'd ever learned actually had words to describe all of these things.
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The most precious thing I figured out, though, was how to not slip between the cracks. Learning to come back to a place I'd been before was more challenging. I could with an act of will step between realities. I was some kind of Planeswalker or traveller or something. It wasn't until I finally landed here that it all clicked for me. I even checked myself into a mental hospital. If you had seen me six years ago when I first started my new journey in life, you would have thought I was insane.
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