Aleister was within the windowless building.
Despite that tremendous impact, nothing had changed within the building. He was floating upside down in a cylindrical container filled with red liquid that was located in the center of a large room. The only sign of the impact had been a slight shaking of that red liquid.
(It seems things are getting noisy outside.)
His focus was not turned toward the source of that shaking.
He seemed to be saying something of that level was not even worth a moment's attention.
Aleister was looking at empty air.
Some technology had caused several square windows to appear in that supposedly empty space. What they displayed changed again and again as Aleister moved his eyes and he entered commands by moving his fingertips.
He could have used a brainwave sensor for those commands instead of moving his body, but he did not.
(Heh heh. I need some exercise occasionally.)
Aleister left most of his bodily functions to his life support device, so he technically did not even need to blink. He did not need to moisten his eyeballs while in that constantly regulated liquid. Even moving his fingertips registered as a significant "event" in his mind. He felt almost divine inspiration in the value of those slight movements and the analysis of the signals sent from his brain and through his nerves.
He had no concept of training his body.
The electric expansion and contraction of his muscles and the regulation of his heart were nothing more than trivial matters he left to machines. Hearing that he had not walked for decades may have sounded unhealthy, but Aleister maintained a more ideal and healthy state than anyone else in the world.
And the same could be said about his intellectual activity.
To Aleister, the brain was nothing more than another part. It was a separate existence from one's soul or one's life, so it could be replaced by a substitute as many times as needed. His inspirations were drawn out by cables, gradually ripened within a computer, and returned to Aleister's brain as his personal opinion. The life support device was his skin, his organs, his brain. It was possible that giant collection of machinery was alive. Just like a transplanted organ became a part of the patient's body, this collection of metal had approached so close to humanity that it was hard to say whether it was machine or man.
Aleister smiled calmly while surrounded by that hard mass that almost seemed to have a pulse when touched.
A few pieces of data could be seen in the images he was viewing.
One was a map of the Sisters distributed around the world and a graph of their brainwave patterns.
Another was the life form data on a certain something being born within the city.
The third was a long-distance video of Vento leaning up against a railing and coughing.
(Kihara has succeeded in retrieving Last Order. Now that the target code has been inputted and the preparatory phase is complete, the changes are appearing over the "stage" of Academy City.)
Calm came over Aleister's thoughts. These last minute preparations had resulted in the output being much lower than expected, but it would be enough.
(Development of the Imaginary Number District – Five Elements Institution using the AIM diffusion fields is complete. Using magic within Academy City now will cause any magician to lose control and self-destruct. Vento of the Front, was it? Even your body is no exception.)
His inspirations gave birth to new thoughts and his new thoughts gave birth to more inspiration. That cycle constructed the great intellectual torrent that would move history.
(The current output is nowhere near the level needed to cover the world. The spell pressure is at a bearable level…but only for now. That code has yet to be activated. Once Fuse Kazakiri appears, the situation will completely reverse.)
A new window appeared in midair.
It showed Kazakiri Hyouka walking anxiously through the rain while confused by the changes to the city.