I sat by the floor to ceiling window, the cold glass pressing against my forehead as I watched the .battleships and transportation ships rising in the sky toward the different stars.
In my past life, I has already earned the field medal but in this life I want to earn the life.
I looked down at my small, soft hands. They were five years old, yet they held the regret of someone who spend his life just looking at formulas.
But yet I was not able to stop myself looking at the math theory developed by this world peoples.
I spent the last few hours skimming through the digital archives my father left unlocked.
These peoples the mages, had moved far beyond maths in my previous life. They had papers on exact movements of body's in n-body problems given the initial states.
They had insights on very high dimensional beings if they exist. But they still are not clear about Time as a dimension. They have formulas but no explanation.
"4th Dimension" I murmured, tracing a circle on the fogged glass. "Time. It's just another coordinate. But hard to understand."
I looked at the thick, red fiber pulsing around my wrist. My fiber has changed a lot. But still there is a lot to do.
In my previous life I neglected my body but in this life I will try to take more care of my body.
I looked at the door as it open. My mother, Lyra, stepped in, her pink hair glowing softly in the dim light.
"Kaelen? Why are you still up, my little Mage?"
I looked at her. "Mom" I said, my voice sweet and practiced. "Can you teach me how the body works? Like the machines?"
She blinked, her medical intuition clearly piqued. "You want to learn mages biology?"
"Yes" I said, sliding off the chair and walking to her.
I saw her eyes soften, a flicker of pride as the son of one of the most skilled doctor's want to learn about human body at such young age. She knelt and pulled me into a hug.
"Then we start tomorrow," she promised, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll show you the blueprints of mage biology, Kaelen."
As she tucked me into the covers, I felt the stable rhythm of my Red fibers. I closed my eyes and slowly fall asleep.
Next day the training room on the 80th floor was bathed in the soft, clinical glow of holographic projectors. The translucent human figure floating in the center of the room.
"Pay attention, Kaelen," my mother said, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space.
With a flick of her wrist, she zoomed into the hologram.
A complex network of lines illuminated within the figure, branching out like a circuit board.
"These are the neurons" she explained.
"Think of them as the high-speed data cables of the human body. They carry responses from the one point to other quickly."
I watched as she overlaid my own data onto the map.
My red fibers appeared, short, thick, and pulsating with a rhythm, clinging to the neurons.
"The body is full of fibers, Kaelen. These fibers like to be near neurons.f"
"They are the extra neurons. If you control the neurons, the rest of the body's control will fall into line automatically."
I looked at my wrist, visualizing the crimson fibers beneath my skin.
"To reach Master Fiber Realm" she continued, her expression turning serious, "you have a singular goal, Expansion."
"You must take the strawberry supplements Suzen prepared to soften your fibers, then work on stretching your fibers and also to increase them."
"When every neuron in the body is covered by the red fibers then you will reach the Master Fiber Realm."
I looked back at the hologram. My fibers were currently not completely covering neurons.
To finish the realm, I needed to extend those fiber numbers until they perfectly cover all the neurons.
I closed my eyes, reaching inward.
With the nutrients already flowing in my body, I tried to increase the number of fibers in the body.
It felt like trying to place things in place where there in no space which create a itch in my body every time a fiber is created. These fiber's also absorb mana which increase body mana reserve.
With the continuous guidance of Lyra. Kaelen slowly immersed in his fiber in creasing training.
Training goes on for several day until Kaelen has basic understanding of his body.
Then one day dad come to me and sain "You will be joining academy from tomorrow."
An the next morning I was with my dad took me to the frigate parking floor.
Arin had opted to pilot his personal Veyron frigate to drop Kaelen off at school.
As the sleek vessel descended through the clouds, Kaelen pressed his face against the reinforced glass, staring at the Veyron tower.
Core was not the scarred, industrial wasteland as he assumed; because its natural resources had long been exhausted, the Council had converted the entire planet into a forest.
The surface was now draped in vibrant trees and crystalline rivers, turning the world into a massive, breathing natural ecosystem.
During their flight, they by passed several Mecha squadrons patrolling the airspace, their metallic frames gleaming with Roman numerals ranging from I to IX.
"Why are they marked with those numbers, Dad?" Kaelen asked, his eyes tracking a massive 'V' unit.
"Those mecha has different amount of yarn cords in them" Arin explained, his hands steady on the ship's controls.
"In the Yarn Realm, a mage gains the ability to create yarn from there fiber's. These yarns are strong and can be used in place of electrical wires in the mecha's, integrating them in the mecha give driver more control on his mecha because of his connection with the yarns. A Mecha marked with a 'V' is controlled by someone who has 50% electrical and 50% yarn wires of there own in the mecha."
"A warrior at Master Yarn level can pilot a Mecha marked with an 'X'. It is the most powerful mecha, where the mecha's and the pilot's are perfectly synced because all the wires in the mecha are made of mages yarn."
Kaelen keep on looking at various things outside.
As they neared the Core Mage Academy, a shadow stretched over their frigate.
A massive Destroyer was slowly docking at the Cores Space Station above them, its hull scorched and its outer plating heavily dented.
"Is it broken?" Kaelen whispered.
"It's battleworn," Arin noted gravely. "It likely just returned from the far regions, beyond the Core, where the Council's law are not enforced and pirates move in clusters."
There frigate touched down at the grand entrance of the Academy, a stunning complex of circular, silver-domed buildings and sharp, geometric glass wings.
From the gates, Kaelen walked toward the main educational wing, passing a shimmering lake that reflected the morning sun.
To his left stood a towering, Y-shaped residential building; to his right, a perfect ring shaped hall full of activity.
As he stepped onto the campus, the constant, comforting hum of Astra, his home AI, suddenly vanished.
The school's high-frequency jammers severed the link instantly, as Horizon students were forbidden from using personal AI's.
Slowly Karen come to the classroom assigned to him beforehand.
Kaelen entered Classroom 3, noticing twenty other five-year-olds struggling with "AI-withdrawal," some reaching for invisible holographic menus that weren't there.
However, his eyes were immediately drawn to a girl sitting by the far window.
Every seat in the room was occupied except for the one directly beside her, the other children seemed too intimidated by her natural aura to sit close.
She had black hair that fell in uneven waves and wide, red iris eyes that seemed cold. She look like a cold beauty.
But Kaelen didn't hesitate. He walked past the whispering groups and sat in the only empty chair beside her.
"You're beginner Fiber Real Mage too?" Kaelen asked.
She turned, her red eyes reflecting his own black ones. "Yeah, I was trained hard by my father and mother."
"I'm Kaelen."
"Mina," she replied, offering an unguarded smile.
"Are you from Family who help Mages build there space fortresses" Kaelen asked, after noticing her silver fiber's.
Mina sighed. "Yes, I am from Valerius family. They want me to be a Mage engineer."
"Do you not want to?"
Mina looked at the front of the classroom, where the teacher was manually writing names on a high-definition digital board.
"I want to be a pop star," Mina whispered. "I want to use my fibers and mana to train my neuron's so that I can makes people forget there's always war at the border of human territory."
Kaelen looked at her, and analyzed the way her silver fiber moves.
"You can do both," Kaelen said softly. "A song is just a different kind of structure. If you arrange the fiber's along your neurons properly, your voice could be very attractive and if you align them perfectly outside the body you can be a great mage engineer."
Mina laughed, a bright, clear sound, and for a second, her silver fiber's around her wrist flared with beautiful intensity.
"You talk like a artist, Kael. I think we can be good friends."
Then as Kaelen was about to speak. Bell rang and the class started.