Climbing the Tower with Multidimensional Avatars - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15. The Galaxy Divine Temple – Reincarnation (6)

I toddled over to Siu, who had just finished cleaning.
“Is something the matter, Young Master?”
“I want computer. Want computer.”
“A computer? …How did you know about computers?”
In response to Siu’s question, I pointed at the television embedded in the wall.
“Ah, did you see it in a documentary? Hmm… but how could you possibly understand that?”
Siu looked down at me with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Indeed, what baby in this world could watch a documentary while barely crawling and barely able to say “mama” and “papa,” let alone comprehend its contents?
But it was already too late to pretend ignorance and act like a baby.
Besides, Siu had been teaching me martial techniques under the guise of stretching ever since I started walking—there was no reason for me to act like a baby.
I couldn’t live that way out of sheer frustration.
So I decided to be shameless about it.
“Computer! Computer good! Want computer!”
At my words, Siu hesitated.
“Hmm… but a computer still seems too early for you, Young Master.”
“No. Not early.”
“No, it is too early. While computers do seem convenient, there are many harmful aspects to them. I’m concerned about exposing you to the internet at such a young age, so I’ll give it to you when you’re older.”
Siu refused my request.
Ah, if she had just bought it for me, I wouldn’t have needed to resort to this forbidden technique.
My forbidden magic art!
I unleashed the technique of throwing a tantrum!
“No! No! Computer! Computer! Want computer!”
As I suddenly threw myself on the floor and began to wail, Siu was taken aback.
It was only natural—I had been obedient and well-behaved until now.
“P-please calm down, Young Master. Even if you had a computer, it would be useless if you don’t know how to read.”
“Computer! Computer!”
I don’t care! I want a computer!
This house—well, since I’ve been reincarnated here, it’s not just “this house” anymore, it’s my house.
I’m wealthy! I can afford one computer!
I’m not asking for anything extraordinary!
Just something with enough performance for quick internet searches would satisfy me!
Faced with me throwing a tantrum like a child demanding a doll, Siu hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
“Very well, Young Master. I will get you a computer.”
“Really?”
“I mean it. However, there is a condition.”
“What condition?”
Siu set a condition instead of simply buying me a computer.
“First, you’ll need to learn to read. There’s no point in having a computer if you can’t understand the letters, is there?”
I rose from where I lay sprawled on the floor and nodded.
“Okay!”
Siu exhaled in relief.
She seemed to hope that by the time I finished learning to read, my interest in computers would have faded.
But thanks to the ‘Translation’ skill The Tower had given me, or perhaps the ability of my ‘Multidimensional Avatar’, I understood language effortlessly.
“Let’s start now!”
“Right now? Then I’ll purchase children’s alphabet learning books and vocabulary texts immediately.”
“No, just teach me. Johi and Peni have paper and pen.”
“You just want me to teach you? Well, I do have paper and pen here.”
Siu looked flustered, but soon retrieved paper and pen, sat me on her lap, and began writing letters.
The Galactic Martial Arts World used letters derived from English as the common language, though she explained that learning Chinese characters separately was necessary to master martial arts.
Siu read each letter aloud and taught me the pronunciation, while I nodded along perfunctorily.
After all, I already had all the languages in my head.
I just needed to pretend to attend the lesson and claim I’d mastered it all.
So for an hour, I pretended to listen intently to Siu’s instruction, then announced:
“I got it.”
“…Pardon?”
“The letters—I know them all.”
I stood up from Siu’s lap and toddled over to the corner of the Living Room, pulling out a children’s storybook and reading from it.
My pronunciation was terrible, but Siu couldn’t hide her shock that I was actually reading the letters.
“Young Master, you’re a genius!”
“I’m not a genius.”
I denied it—unrealistic expectations would only become bothersome—but Siu didn’t believe me at all.
Well, how much could a one-year-old really know about themselves?
Whether someone was a genius or ordinary was for others to judge, not for oneself to determine.
But if I just acted like a small child, I’d go mad from frustration and wouldn’t live out my natural lifespan, so I had no choice.
“Now buy me a computer.”
At my insistence, Siu nodded as if she had no other option.
“We do have a computer your mother, Seo Gyeong-ae, used to use. However, it doesn’t have parental controls installed yet, so please wait a moment.”
No, wait! I don’t need parental controls at all!
I was about to protest in panic, but Siu had already gone upstairs and brought down a tower PC to the Living Room.
The computer’s appearance didn’t look drastically different from what I was used to in my previous world. A tower-type PC without a connected monitor.
“This is the computer your mother, Seo Gyeong-ae, used to use.”
A computer larger than my one-year-old body—I’d thought that by the 50th century, computers would be invisible nano biochips embedded in the body.
I later learned that bio-implantable nano computers had been discontinued two thousand years ago because they could malfunction from cosmic radiation when venturing into space, causing catastrophic failures.
Instead, ultra-compact external computers existed that weren’t body-implanted, but they were so small that loss became a frequent problem, so they weren’t particularly popular.
Well, people lose wireless earbuds all the time anyway, so a computer smaller than earbuds would be even easier to misplace.
Everything had its convenient size.
Smartphones had grown from a mere three or four inches to six inches precisely because users found the smaller size inconvenient—so why should my avatar’s needs be any different?
I connected the television in the Living Room to boot up the computer, and a peculiar crocodile character had already appeared, waving its hand as if some parental control software had been installed.
-Hello~! I’m Ellie!
“I’m Ellie, a toddler-assistance AI. You may use a keyboard and mouse if you prefer, or you can give me voice commands and I’ll execute them, but….”
My hands were small and my pronunciation was far from perfect.
“If this is inconvenient, you’re welcome to use this brainwave controller instead.”
Siu handed me a thin headband.
A brainwave controller—how remarkably science-fiction.
I learned later that it had been developed for people with physical disabilities, but because it proved more convenient than conventional controllers for operating IoT devices, it had been released to the general public.
While the headband form was most common, there were also patch versions that adhered to the temples, glasses-style variants, and helmet-shaped professional-grade controllers.
I put on the headband and examined the screen.
The mouse pointer moved in response to my gaze and thoughts.
“Wow! Amazing!”
The basic feel seemed more like Mac than Windows.
What exactly was the operating system?
Naturally, since this world was different, there would be no Linux or Android.
They wouldn’t use JavaScript or C either.
Naturally, all the ports would be incompatible, so this high-performance computer would be useless if I brought it back to my original world.
Even for a personal computer, after three thousand years the performance gap would be as vast as the difference between a stone axe and a rifle—bringing this back would qualify as an out-of-place artifact.
I spent my time exploring information while focused on the computer.
Though it took longer than expected to become accustomed to a future computer itself.

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As time passed and I progressed beyond toddling to running about without major difficulty, Siu began teaching me fist techniques and leg techniques in addition to breathing exercises and footwork.
The martial art was called the Qingmu Fighting Technique, a form of combat where one remains stationary without moving, deflects the opponent’s attacks, and counters—a style rooted in Chinese martial arts fundamentals.
Since Chinese fist techniques formed the foundation, stability in the legs was paramount, but at not yet two years old, I could only mimic the forms of the basic movements.
The dedicated martial arts training room was surrounded by mirrors on all sides so I could observe my own movements, and watching my arms flail about felt like witnessing a child’s playful antics.
“Is this right?”
Through constant pronunciation practice, my speech had become reasonably accurate, though not yet perfect.
At my question, Siu smiled warmly.
“You’re doing excellently. It’s only because your raw strength is still insufficient and you cannot yet use inner energy. Once your muscles develop and you can harness inner energy, the form will come alive.”
After Qingmu Fighting Technique practice, I trained in Qingmu Footwork, and after that, Qingmu Energy Cultivation.
Being still a young child, there were frequent rest periods, but the training duration gradually increased.
Since I obediently followed Siu’s instruction, she seemed to extend my training time according to my progress—something that would have constituted child abuse had I been an ordinary child.
But then again, I had come to this world specifically to master martial arts, so there was nothing detrimental about it for me.
“That concludes today’s practice. Overexerting a body so young is unwise.”
Once all training ended, Siu would massage my body and perform acupressure point therapy.
I had researched it and found that acupressure point therapy, performed even once, supposedly drains even masters of the Transformation Realm—yet Siu showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
Was it because her body was mechanical, making her immune to exhaustion?
Siu occasionally cultivated her inner energy, but the inner energy she expended during acupressure therapy was replenished by detaching her external dantian and plugging it into a charger.
Shockingly, an android’s dantian was not integrated but rather a detachable, replaceable component!
No wonder it was called an “external” dantian—it could be swapped out like a battery.
External dantians were used not only by androids but also by cyborgs.
Unlike androids, which were created as machines from the start, cyborgs were humans modified into machines and were legally treated as human beings—distinct from “androids using singularity technology,” which held quasi-human status.
The definition of cyborg was broad enough to encompass anyone from those using prosthetic hands to replace severed fingers to those whose entire bodies except the brain had been mechanically modified, making it ambiguous to distinguish who was human and who was quasi-human.
The sole criterion differentiating cyborgs from androids was the “brain.”
No matter how human one was born or how completely one’s memories were copied into a mechanical body, without an actual biological brain, one was legally classified as an android.
Androids were classified as quasi-human precisely because cyborgs could transfer their copied memories to android bodies, or people could copy their memories into androids before death to achieve immortality.
Of course, there remained philosophical questions about whether a memory-copied android should be considered that person.
For now, Galactic International Law treated memory-copied androids as the person in question.
However, since the person was considered to have died once, their assets were distributed to surviving relatives according to inheritance law, while the memory-copied android was treated as a zero-degree relative and received a share of the assets.
Naturally, since inheritance occurred, inheritance taxes had to be paid according to the laws of the relevant jurisdiction.
Though it seemed unreasonable, copying memories completely required using android chips with singularity technology, so for those who could afford such things, money was hardly a concern.
Incidentally, approximately one-third of androids using singularity technology were memory-copied androids.
Memory-copied androids had made significant contributions to improving android rights.
Since it was impossible to distinguish a memory-copied android from a non-copied one by appearance alone.
After the acupressure therapy concluded, I lay down and exhaled deeply.
Recently, I had been unable to return to my original body and continued to exist in this avatar form.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

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