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"In a few minutes I heard the books' voices: a low, steady, unsupressible hum. I'd heard it many times before. I've always had a finely tuned ear for a library's accumulations of echo and desire. Libraries are anything but hushed."
Martha Cooley
Awakening happened slowly. A moment of silence echoed in his audios, louder than the hum of his systems as they came to life. For a brief moment he was alone in his processors, before whispers came to him from the heart of him and all around.
Optical sensors came online next, a thousand different view points and a dozen different angles, each blinking to life as his systems extended their control through his vast form. A soft noise, the brush of pedes on pristine metal, drew his attention to the lone mech standing at the heart of him. His processors immediately identified the mech as a counselor and a Medic, no doubt the mech who had placed the cityformer's spark in its new home.
"Welcome, Chronicus, to Iacon. Your arrival is welcome and well come indeed."
With his naming more information flashed into the cityformer's processors, flooding him with knowledge of who and what he was, his purpose, his design, his need.
As he absorbed the data, he watched the counselor input a set of directions into his core, and suddenly three more sets of optics opened, adding their perspective and themselves to his world view. Three distinct yet amazingly familiar presences greeted him in their own way, the mild flow of 'contentment, newness, curiosity' somehow less distracting than the new cityformer might have expected.
The mech looked up into one of his primary optics."I will leave you now to acquaint yourself with Techne, Liberus and Aspiria."
As each name was spoken, Chronicus was immediately able to associate it with the proper drone, coming more and more to realize that they were not people as the mech had been so much as extensions of himself. And through each extension, as he listened to his world through their audios, he heard a quiet hum. It was strongest where Aspiria lay, in the heart of the library surrounded by thousands upon thousands of tomes, data files and ancient scraps of organic texts from distant worlds.
Chronicus never even heard the counselor leave, focused as he was on soaking up the feel of the tomes, the infinite weight of knowledge that filled him from floor to ceiling.
"We have much to learn," he spoke softly to the drones, "and all the time in the universe to do it in."