Central City, Government House Meeting Room.
The Government House meeting room was silent, charged with an almost palpable anticipation. Ubatas, the Director of the Innovation Department, and I awaited with anticipation what Faoa, the genius, had to announce. His abrupt entrance had promised something truly monumental.
"Young Chuta, Ubatas," Faoa began, his eyes bright with contained emotion. He didn't rush directly to the discovery but instead began to narrate. "A few months ago, an idea formed in my mind. A concept that seemed to defy everything we know. I have investigated the scientific principles, and… finally I have been able to materialize it."
My curiosity soared.
"What could it be?" I wondered.
Then, Faoa revealed his invention: "I have managed to develop a scale prototype of a flying balloon."
Ubatas and I looked at each other, visibly surprised.
A balloon.
My mind, which had been awaiting the screech of gears and the hiss of steam, felt a slight pang of disappointment. It wasn't what I expected, it wasn't the steam engine I knew would change the world. Nevertheless, Faoa's brilliance in reaching this independently was undeniable.
"It's incredible that he managed to create a hot air balloon," I thought, surprised.
"A flying balloon?" inquired Ubatas, with a mixture of astonishment and a smile. "Faoa, your initial reaction was… exaggerated. We thought you had discovered something impossible, something that defied the laws we know."
I joined the reprimand, though with a more joking tone. "Yes, Faoa. I thought you were about to unravel the secrets of the gods or something similar. You almost made me jump out of my seat!"
The room turned into a lively debate.
The three of us, Faoa, Ubatas, and I, with our fundamental knowledge of basic sciences, analyzed the principles of the balloon: the density of hot air, buoyancy, the optimal shape for lift.
I reflected on Faoa's innate genius, capable of achieving such revolutionary discoveries for this era. The immense potential future applications of a balloon, for aerial exploration and surveillance, were clear. We had to encourage this kind of innovative thinking.
With a slight annoyance at Faoa's delay and 'drama,' I asked him to proceed with the full report.
"Faoa, now that you have captured our attention, please detail the improvements the Laboratory has made to other technologies in the kingdom."
The three of us immersed ourselves in the discussion, moving through the scrolls that detailed the advancements.
"In the field of agriculture," Ubatas began, taking over from Faoa. "We have implemented the use of primitive hoses made from rubber brought from the Endless Forest, for more efficient irrigation systems. Our greenhouses, now with improved glass, allow for superior climate control, and we are applying the first compost for soil research, seeking to increase fertility."
Faoa took the floor to speak about metallurgy and mining.
"We have implemented the first concrete and iron structures for main supports in our mines and constructions, increasing safety and durability. Furthermore, we have achieved new improvements in smelting furnaces, which allows us greater efficiency and purity in obtaining metals."
We moved on to the health sector.
"We have improved tools for basic operations," Faoa also explained. "Such as sharper scalpels and more precise forceps. And we have achieved a significant increase in alcohol production, essential for disinfection."
The news was excellent so far, but I perceived that Faoa wanted to mention something about health.
"Do you want to say anything else, Faoa?" I asked him.
After a little thought, he said: "One of the shamans from the tribes of the Endless Forest became interested in health studies last year, and after a few months, we accepted him into the laboratory."
"He must be talking about Oiya," I thought, remembering a report the Shadows had given me.
Oiya was a shaman from one of the tribes of the eastern forest, or as it would be known in the future, 'Amazonas'. He, guided by his curiosity and the promises of a better life, left his tribe a couple of years ago and traveled to the Eastern Region, then and is currently led by Chuquy. There he was quickly discovered by my sister and was assigned to help in the local innovation department.
Then, to not limit the scope of what Oiya could do, she recommended him to the Simte Academy, and he spent a few months learning. His skills with medicines and poisons were so vast and natural that he was immediately contacted by the Royal Laboratory, and there he managed to advance much further in his creations.
"Continue," I told Faoa.
"Well… He developed a hallucinogenic agent with coca leaves. He was studying their calming and analgesic properties and then discovered that by increasing the concentration and then solidifying the result, he could obtain a highly hallucinogenic substance," Faoa explained, a little worried.
"I understand… I will speak with him soon," I said, closing the topic. "It seems I will have to limit creativity a bit after all," I thought, resigned.
We returned to the discussion.
In the naval sphere, Ubatas detailed: "The shipyards have been optimized, following the Laboratory's guidelines, and we have perfected construction tools: more effective saws, more precise drills, lathes that speed up work. Ship manufacturing is now faster."
Finally, we arrived at weaponry.
"We have managed to produce granular gunpowder," Faoa announced, showing a small sample. "It is more stable and powerful. We are already using it in our Juracán cannons and Colibrí culverins." Then, with a gleam in his eyes, he presented a new weapon.
"And we have developed the Gataza, known as 'tongues of fire.' These are lighter and more manageable weapons for warriors," he said with an excited tone. "It's like having a mini cannon."
I felt deep satisfaction at these concrete advancements. While the balloon was a surprise, these essential improvements were truly consolidating the kingdom's strength and daily operational efficiency. Each of these innovations represented a vital step in preparing for the future.
The next day.
The atmosphere in the Command Office was one of seriousness. I met with the two Navy generals, Nygua and Umzye, and the two Army generals, Michuá and Sagua. It was time to discuss the reorganization of our elite forces.
"Generals," I began, my voice firm. "The 'Volcano Roars' subdivision has shown tremendous progress, but with advancements in weaponry and the expansion of our borders, it is time for greater specialization."
Michuá, the Army General of the Northeast Zone, nodded.
"I understand, Young Chuta. The distinction between terrestrial and naval needs is becoming increasingly clear."
"Exactly," I confirmed. "The Army subdivision will retain the name 'Volcano Roars.' But the Navy subdivision will separate and be renamed 'Hurricane Roars.'"
Umzye, the Navy General of the Southwest Zone, showed an expression of astonishment. "A fitting name, Young Chuta. Powerful and formidable."
"Both divisions," I continued, "will begin training in secluded and secret locations. Information about these firearms—Juracán, Colibrí, Gataza—must remain hidden from general public knowledge and, crucially, from potential external spies. Their power is too great to be exposed without control."
The generals nodded with palpable seriousness. They understood the magnitude of these weapons and the need for their development in secret. The immense responsibility resting on their shoulders was overwhelming.
The imperative of this secrecy was vital.
These weapons were one of the key pieces for the kingdom's survival against our enemies, who had not yet appeared.
The division's separation ensured greater specialization and stricter control, preparing the army and navy for a type of war they could not yet imagine.
"The atmosphere feels too solemn for my liking," I reflected, observing the generals' expressions.
"Besides, we also don't want to intimidate our new allies with the power of the gods," I commented with a slight laugh.
The generals burst into laughter. Some recalled the envoys' reactions upon seeing the simple armors (Leather-Bronze) and bronze weapons, unaware that the Kingdom already had access to much more resistant weapons and much better armors. Not to mention firearms.
The discussion with the generals in the Command Office continued, now focused on the training of the newly formed subdivisions.
"For the 'Hurricane Roars'," suggested General Umzye of the Navy, "we could set up floating targets at varying distances in the sea, simulating enemy vessels. Precision in movement will be key."
Michuá, the Army General, added: "And for the 'Volcano Roars,' siege simulations against improvised fortifications, with mobile targets representing enemy warriors at a distance. We need them to master the Gataza on any terrain."
I nodded, listening to their ideas. They were competent men.
"And as for the weapons themselves," I inquired, "what improvements or recommendations do you have? General Nygua already used them on the Eastern Ocean expedition, though not in battle."
The discussion became dynamic.
Nygua, with the experience of having witnessed the Juracán's potential at sea, suggested adjustments to the reloading mechanisms.
Sagua, for his part, proposed improvements to Gataza's stability for more precise shots on land.
Everyone had seen the demonstrations, and their military minds were already thinking about optimization.
Next, I changed the subject, seeking to address more mundane matters, but equally important for the kingdom's cohesion.
"I propose a new protocolary measure for our regiments in each city. In cases of catastrophes or emergencies —fires, floods, natural disasters— the military units will respond immediately, without needing prior authorization. Their presence must be a symbol of constant protection and aid for the people."
The generals nodded, their expressions showing understanding and approval.
"Furthermore," I continued. "I was thinking of starting simultaneous military parades in each city. This will serve as a way to connect with the people, to boost their morale, and, at the same time, to demonstrate our military power to the many visitors we receive from other nearby towns, kingdoms, or empires."
The generals' eyes lit up. Michuá, with enthusiasm, proposed: "Young Chuta! Let the parades be at the beginning of spring, in honor of your birth! It would be a great celebration for the entire kingdom."
The proposal caused me slight discomfort.
I didn't want to attract too much personal attention, nor evoke the idea that everything revolved around me.
I represented a symbol, not a deity.
"I don't think it's necessary to center it on my person," I objected initially.
However, seeing the generals' eager gazes, their unwavering loyalty, and the genuine excitement the idea produced in them, I knew it was a small personal sacrifice for the kingdom's cohesion and pride. I accepted, resigned.
"Very well. The first general parade celebration will be in three months, just for my 9th birthday."
I felt the weight of my public image and the need to balance my vision with the traditions and affection of my people.
Three months later, Year 9 of the SuaChie Calendar.
The atmosphere in my home felt lighter, filled with laughter and the fragrant aroma of festive dishes.
It was my 9th birthday, and we celebrated it in the most private way conceivable.
My parents, Hyba and Za, surrounded me with their usual warmth.
My three fiancées, Umza, Nyia, and Turey, chatted animatedly in a corner.
My sister Chuquy had arrived from the Eastern Region, and my brother Upqua laughed with Fiba, who seemed noticeably more relaxed and closer to him in this family setting.
"Apparently, my mother's conversations with both of them bore fruit," I thought happily, observing their closeness.
Also present were Nyia's father, Xiua, the Governor of the Northwest Region, and Generals Nygua, Umzye, Michuá, and Sagua, who discussed the latest advancements in low voices.
Faoa and Ubatas talked animatedly about some new project, and High Priest Simte, along with some Bishops, shared stories with the elders.
I walked through the party, greeting everyone, observing the small groups.
It constituted a microcosm of the kingdom I was building united families, committed leaders, brilliant minds, all sharing a moment of joy.
When it was time for my thank-you speech, I positioned myself in the center of the room.
"Thank you very much for coming… This is one more year…"
I paused, my gaze lost for a moment, beyond the walls of my home, beyond the kingdom's borders.
A pang of melancholy enveloped me, the weight of my future knowledge.
In truth, it is one year less.
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[A/N: CHAPTER COMPLETED
Hello everyone.
Chuta, Faoa, and Ubatas discuss the Kingdom's specific improvements. As I said before, I won't be going into specific details about what those improvements were. They'll just be meetings like this. Also, a new year begins in the kingdom, and we'll begin a period of coastal construction and population movement to and from the kingdom.
Unnecessary Fact of the Day: The Mayans possessed the most sophisticated writing system in pre-Columbian America, a hieroglyphic script that combined logograms and syllables.
Chuta has applied the same linguistic approach as with the rest of the cultures he's encountered: dictionaries and unified linguistic usage for some terms (he adds some key words to the kingdom's knowledge).
By the way, I've made great strides in these last few chapters, and I don't know if you've liked this kind of development.
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#The Walking Dead: Vision of the Future. (Chapter 69)
#The Walking Dead: Emily's Metamorphosis (Chapter 17)
#The Walking Dead: Patient 0 - Lyra File (Chapter 2)
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