30. Brave new world

Years went by...

How many Robot-Silvias, of varied sex and appearance were wed into royalties or incorporated in governments kept increasing.

Good thing on the other side, criminality kept plummeting, freeing some Robots from their duties.

And good thing the nanites had fun regardless of what happened to the Robots, because some of them sure had a rough time as sex slaves... They succeeded in a duty no human should have ever had to endure.

I thought of dismissing these ones to keep the number of Robots to a minimum, but instead I chose to grant an artificial human life to the ones that endured the most.

S - Don’t copy me anymore, but a normal human. And just live and enjoy your life around us as one of us.

RS0128 - We... Could?

S - Yeah... You bunch deserve it. Have fun, enjoy. And if you feel sad or have a doubt, come and ask any of us. You're free to live a normal human life now.

The Robot-Silvia kissed me in joy and relief. It seemed that was their dreamt reward for everything they’ve been doing for me all these years.

But like genies, it was not something they could grant themselves with. An external authority had to validate it. And I just did.

Then its appearance changed slightly, mostly its skin tone toward a bluish tint. Its power levelled down to humanoid.

And a new being was born, a new species even.

We warned the countries not to panic if they met blue skinned coloured people, that they were brave people whom helped us all, born of magic and nanites.

They ended up being called angels, because they were like us able to speak to the nanites at will.

They had recessive genes and human lifespan, and were able to blend completely into the population.

Plus they were generally happy, cheerful and helpful, so they were well accepted. It was the robots' retirement plan onward. Less power, but freedom in our world.

As years would go by, after criminality was reduced to an absurd minimum, nanites would take turn into becoming angels and walk the world.

To keep their population overall low to not upset the balance of anything, while enjoying a form of life they desperately had longed for.

Holidays for them, at playing humans and among us for a lifetime.

It made even me tear up to witness some of them playing innocently in the streets with children, whether they were theirs or not.

As long as I would live, I would give that order upon request or as reward for them. And after I would pass away, another one with high authorisation level would in my stead. Another sage, from elsewhere, human or not. The system was meant to keep one override option somewhere, in case things began to turn bad once more.

I had been a loophole, and I opened that failsafe a little better. Because if the future could have turned the system into that monstrous invader, something else might eventually happen after I'm gone. Every ecosystem needs a few feedback loops.

~

What mattered to the plan was that all governments and corporations in the world gradually fell under the sages influence. Not tyrannical control, but kind influence. All the while solving all existential threats through that overwhelming magical power.

When suggestions were brought to the world through the embassies of Robot-Silvias, they were explained kindly, gradually, and never coerced. Refusals to some political changes occurred regularly, since the nations became aware that they were losing their power and authority, step by step, toward a supra-national ambition. We were making the UN what it was meant to become. A new utopia of nations. The nun was taking over the world and it was no longer a secret.

Beyond a prospect of what I called the pacific global defence initiative, the idea was to go as slowly as the nations required, for the process to go smoothly. We didn't need to proclaim peace or our empire's domination any time. Only to build the indomitable path of union through prosperity, gradually making corruption and criminality irrelevant options in anyone's life.

Some kingdoms and republics accepted to relinquish their authority to the will of Utopia entirely. They remained where they were, as administrators of their own kingdoms, to some extent as if nothing had changed, but without illusion either. Their power disappeared in favour of the super federation that began to appear on the map, with the lands under our unified control.

Some countries and secessionist lands of the world took more time to unify peacefully obviously. But we never put any military pressure on them.

That was no worry for the countries where some Robot-Silvias were already in place, because their life expectancy was adjustable on the fly.

Meaning so long as there was one Robot-Silvia near the top of the power, she would gradually influence it to the peaceful end, regardless of any hostility. The resentful ones died before her, and her children, though not carrying any nanites or my genes, were still their children. The Robot-mothers had considerable influence over the young princes and princesses.

It took longer for the most conservative kingdoms and fascistic countries, but eventually, seeing how much the world was in peace and how little directives Utopia was requesting, it happened.

People in this tme still believed that war could be good for the economy, but the true reality still prevailed. As an economic super power, wealth grew where we were.

Logically, the most retrograde or terrified lands that refused all of the new order and Robot-Silvias, or real living sages ambassadors, were eventually doomed to wither economically.

Not because of war or trade blockades, but on the contrary because of wealth disparity. We had a might we were willing to share.

We rebuilt planes once we cleared with the nanites the processes of engineering and fueling they agreed with from their sustainable perspective. Meaning we were bringing back a new high technological age. The dragons worked with us to craft machines, and we gave them the resources to increase and steady their population in exchange. The symbiosis of this other nation without land with ours was real. And the gretaest engine to wealth through advanced technologies.

We shared that with the world, in exchange of peaceful associations and mergers. We bought countries, happy to sign they retained about all authority but merely kept us on board as a political influence.

The unified countries were growing insanely rich and prosper to the eyes of the old order. A civilisation that had remained in the middle-ages for a hundred of years was now leaping industrial, chemical and technological revolutions once more. Its society and citizen were growing more prosper, healthy, happy and free than they ever dreamt before.

The remnants and last pockets of feudalism simply withered, as their population escaped these self-made prisons to be welcomed genuinely into the new world order.

It took a few decades, but eventually, the boundaries on the maps between counties and countries began to lose their dangerous aspect. They became nothing more but the lines that help figure out where you are on a map.

And world maps gradually began showing equally all roads and boundaries between every country, as if they were nothing more but a random way to split the map in a comprehensive way. Their history didn’t entirely fade, but itheir conflictual aspects did.

Wealth was so abundant and well shared with our support, that no one saw any need or reason to invade anyone anymore.

It was true at scoundrel level, count level, duke level, and even king or emperor level now.

Diplomatic ties between unified countries and Utopia gradually bypassed the intermediary ruler we were, to just create cordial and amiable relationship between them.

The rulers didn’t need their hand held toward peace as much as before. Less and less even. And since we weren't especially after the ambition of being empresses, we let that process go.

The Robot-Silvias were allowed to leave their disposition when natural life expectancy and situation was reasonable.

The hands of Utopia slowly let the people manage on their own as they gradually understood how to go on toward that ideal we shared.

And so a little surprisingly, we gradually relinquished some of our political power, now that tyings were getting into order...

~

Years went by...

Under my new black haired appearance, the same height as my spouse by my side, we kept travelling, incognito. An adventurous life we enjoyed, free as the wind.

Our child was running around us without a care in the world. Aster, with the same black and long straight hair as me wasn’t recognisable either. And it was easy to spot each other from a distance when we separate in town or elsewhere with that long jet hair.

The Robot-Silvias kept being placed or married into power at every opportunity and sent to pacify criminal gatherings when they were discovered.

Some people preferred that original Siline juvenile appearance. More than I wish anyone would!

I know, I looked youthful, but still. I was looking too young.

A - You still have that impish smile though.

S - Ow come on. My brave sir knight...

I didn’t carry a sword anymore, but Aster still did, proudly. A one edged sword I crafted myself and gifted to her, that looked between an odachi and a tachi. It was rather long but she could still wear it at waist and use it with a single hand if she wished so. And more importantly, Aster now really can use the blunt side of the blade if she doesn’t want to cut through her foe. I might have sold her on some cool vibes from another life.

We haven’t faced any criminal or monster in years now. Not many things remained to be sliced or defeated.

Though Aster wasn’t against a good joust when the chance arose.

She participated eagerly in the tournaments of cities we travel by. She still waved with a beaming smile toward me and our cute daughter amidst the spectators.

Well, she sure still had her charming smile too. It was not fair how she was still glowing... But I was happy too.

Needless to say, the long black haired swordswoman she had become had earned the nickname of ‘’one-strike-beauty’’. She was merciless, even with the back of the sword.

Society was changing rapidly as years went by around us, but you can’t dismiss an incredible amount of weapon carrying people and monstrous dens right of the bat. So these kind of competitions have become widespread and common. There were still the occasional corrida with wild beasts or arena for fighters.

That was fine. Like many others, Aster enjoyed this sports fully.

The only one she could eagerly fight for real against though, was still me. Only me.

Our daughter watched us sometimes, lashing at each other with swords in hands, cutting the forest recklessly around us, but laughing. I summoned swords from the earth, and they clashed just as well against Aster’s holy sword.

Our blades rang loud, as we stepped closer to each other. She looked fierce, as she wanted to win so much. I kissed her, destabilising her. She jumped back, flustered.

A - Silvia! That’s not fair!

S - That is that and now is now!

I was laughing a lot.

Our hair was flowing in the show, around our movements.

No one could follow our steps, but we danced. And we were happy.

~