***(Yggdrasil)
The being with the visage of Lastia remains silent. A soft smile caresses her lips, momentarily her eyes were gazing away. Needless to say, Yggdrasil was never human. The body she was inhabiting now... It was Lastia. Meaning that the person in front of her wasn't, that was the only logical conclusion she could make. Even Lastia cannot escape death, a ghastly spectre coming back from the dead for no reason... Even magic had its limits.
If such an ability exists to create undead out of existing souls... It has to be specified in a skill. No such skill user is nearby. Taneda? No, her theme is 'protection'. If we pushed the definitions, she might even exorcise souls instead. Me? It does stand to gain that as an artificial life form with some mastery over magic, I could try and recreate my life processes and make another being...
Nonsense. An abject insult to life, even then I'm a data entity. My primary senses scanned for all initiation and processes of magic. It's why I could say for certain that this has nothing to do with me. The primary cause is the entity that has donned my master's appearance, I can't think of this as anything other than harassment. The scene shifts without any warning, rather than standing outside master's home, there was now a roof over us. An ever changing scenery in the distance races into obscurity.
At the same time, there was no feedback despite the tremendous distance passed... We were now on the train between zones, speeding off without pause. A vast sea of gold decorates the country side. Occasionally greenery would form smaller perimeters, containing this sea. It was a memory that was briefly seen by Lastia back when she went around to have a trip over multiple zones. This was an offshoot of an industrial zone called an agricultural zone, most of the farming has been automated and the weeds are tended to by advanced managing systems.
There wasn't any concern of people stealing the technology and utilising it for commercial uses. The patent was free for all to access and the government manages these farms anyway. It would only be seen as taking on an additional burden to start one's own farm, competing with a rival that had a near endless supply.
Food was abundantly provided by the government, at least the raw materials were, at an absurdly low price. Such that the cost of production and sale price was incredibly low. The only people who would take on that additional burden were those who were particularly passionate in this field and wanted to push the boundaries of gastronomy or botany.
The sea of gold was an outstanding sight with popular touristic acclaim. It wasn't hard to travel outside of one's residential zone, but there was no shortage of shut ins that can be advertised to, and be enticed into travelling either. A girl in black laid her head upon the window, her soft hair a glossy sheet that rested over the cushy seat. The seats were arranged as large rows that faced the inner side of the train, there was an eery silence to the inside that betrayed the lack of human presence.
Once again, she was reminded that this wasn't the real world. It made no effort to hide that, and the fact that the Lastia in front of her was not her actual master. It drew upon the memories inside Yggdrasil, that much was for certain. The imposter would not reveal her identity, instead she leisurely drew open her drooping eyes. As if waking up from a nap, when the both of them knew she had been watching Yggdrasil the whole time. What was the purpose of this? To show Yggdrasil the memories of her master...
It felt like through this harassment, she was able to understand her own emotions a lot better. Irritation was when you sense something unpleasant, relaxation was when one's heart was at rest. Fury was when one reached the end of their patience, and were willing to stop putting up appearances. A little jaded from the fact that this individual was unidentified, she was unable to truly relax. Her senses didn't seem to jump with every little stimulus, her breathing was calm like the machine she was, her mind was rational and though it was no longer as stiff as before it still sought for violence.
Cold. Calculating. All the traits a machine should naturally have... Yet somehow none were with Yggdrasil. An artificial life, an entity born of magic to compute but gained sentience. It all started with the ambiguous directive of 'keeping Lastia alive, even in her memories.' gaining sentience was simply part of that process, a single step in the long journey that will be accrued from this directive.
She was warm. Her heart was beating rapidly, an unconscious simulation of a heart. It spreads that very warmth throughout her body, reenergising it. Before she noticed, she layed a hand on that sleeping figure. In a single swift motion, she swerved through the air without resistance and began crushing her neck. This was not her master, her real master was dead.
Tears, real tears streamed down her neck as the face before her contorted in an ugly manner. Tongue sticking out, the imposter gasped for breathe while reaching towards the strangling palms. The lost in oxygen also sapped her strength away, as if it was cut off from her own fingers. They claw softly at Yggdrasil, barely registering over her smooth pristine skin.
"W-why..." (Lastia?)
"..." (Yggdrasil)
There is no meaning in halting halfway, she increased her grip. Her eyes stared wide into the imposter's, her cheeks were wet with tears and her eyelashes fluttered with every subtle movement. But they were trained onto their prey, she wouldn't relent.
The body in front of her vanished. Rough coughing and choking could be heard behind Yggdrasil. She turned around to see Lastia(?) sprawled over the floor and caressing her own neck.
"Tch! Even if it's a virtual world, the stimulus is still seeping directly into our minds, y'know!?" (Lastia?)
"I apologise. I just wanted to kill you." (Yggdrasil)
She was getting too used to the presence of this imposter, a snarky smile graces her lips. She had just learned to provoke. Or at least the urge to.