[For Jin]

[warintheextreme]

I have had plenty to work on in the past few weeks, but I've made some amount of time each day to work on the project that I more or less consider my 'own', that is, the revival of Jin Masato, or at least the projected Avatar body for his currently entire digitized presence to reside in.

Once I organized the data, split it into small tasks, and gathered the necessary materials, it was actually somewhat easier than I perhaps assumed it would be.

Maybe the technology had advanced that much in two years, maybe Jin Masato just unknowingly underestimated my abilities.

Either way, after only taking a few hours a day for a little over two weeks, I'm done. The Marker System, as detailed in both schematics and descriptions, ended up about the same size as a Sengoku Driver. I think I could probably make one even smaller, but even this will allow it to be portable and fully within the control of the Avatar it's sustaining.

Still, I'm not sure what I expect, when I activate it.

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[goldenikemen]

It's startling at first. I've spent so long existing in almost less than one dimension, just consciousness uploaded into a database, that my avatar being activated again, even with the limited sensory processing the Avatar Program provides, is like... like dumping boiling water over oneself.

Sight and sound are the strongest, of course, as those were the two system I worked to program with the most detail and care. No sense of smell nor taste, as those weren't necessary for the Avatar Program's projected uses, but that's probably for the best right now.

I have a body, not a real flesh and blood body, but I'm existing in three dimensions again, four if you count time, and it takes me a moment to process it all.

For that little while I simply stand there, just letting the avatar's eyes move, scan the room around me, trying to take things in as rapidly as I would process data in the computer. It feels too slow, and I try to adjust my thinking back to what it was two years ago.

I should probably try to move something else, or say something. The Professor is probably wondering if he was successful in recreating the Marker System.

I shake my head, aware that the projection of my hair is moving about. Sense of touch was always a complex thing when processing it through the avatar. Detailed enough to be aware of objects and the shape of things, but efficient enough to not be weighed down with extra programming for things like temperature, texture, pleasure or pain.

Well, there was a protective system that read as pain before, to make sure my body in the Subdimension didn't take more damage than it needed to... but that's kind of a moot issue now.

I lift my hands, and look down at them as I flex my fingers, turning them over to gaze at my palms.

"Not bad." I wince slightly. My voice sounds loud to my ears. But that's probably just because it's been so long since I actually heard sound.

[warintheextreme]

At first I'm concerned that it isn't working, but after a moment, a haze of holographic data begins to form, and then after a moment longer, it begins to take shape. Human shape, specifically.

I remain in my chair, watching, as he finishes... Forming, and then re-acquaints himself with an existence outside of a databank. It must be surreal.

Having relatively recently returned from the dead, I can relate.

I wait for him to initiate communication, not wanting to startle or upset him. When he does, it's with an air of being reluctantly impressed.

I speak quietly in response. "I followed your instructions very carefully- with some modification. I hope you're satisfied."

[goldenikemen]

I flex my hands a few more times, then roll my shoulders and shake my head again. There's no popping of joints, no muscles flexing beneath the surface of my skin, not even any skin to contain muscles. It's coming back to me though, the memory of what it's like to be my Avatar, a much stronger memory than what it felt like to actually be in my body.

Finally I turn my attention on the Professor, offering him a lopsided grin and hoping the Avatar conveys it properly. "Everything seems to be functioning correctly, hard to tell without more involved reflex, agility, and strength tests, but we can get to that in time."

It takes me a moment to remember how to walk, but once I do it comes naturally, and I step over to the Professor's desk, hopping up to perch myself on the edge of it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face, Professor Sengoku Ryouma."

[warintheextreme]

He goes through a series of motions that are also familiar to me, in many ways. Takatora, the first time he tested the very first Sengoku Driver- before it went haywire. Myself, the first time I donned my own armor. Myself, again, after I stopped crying helplessly at Kouta's feet and tried to actually be alive again, instead of just living.

It must of course be different for him. I've read a lot of information, some of it provided by him, some of it I found on my own, locked away beneath significantly more numerous layers of encryption than even he was- though I suppose he was a layer of encryption over some data, himself.

He moves naturally, the Avatar appears to have weight and heft, even if it may not actually. It's a solid enough hologram that he can touch objects, and sit on solid surfaces.

The technology is incredible.

I incline my head and offer him a hand. Partly out of respect, partly out of curiosity, as to what his hand feels like. "Likewise. This has been a very interesting project."