"Wait, you mean..."
"Memory Substance... is dissipating... please come closer... forehead contact."
"I understand, Doctor."
Herta's puppet stepped forward and pressed its forehead against the trembling memory bubble. The memory bubble housing Chadwick's consciousness instantly shattered. A few seconds later, Herta opened her eyes.
"...Calderon Chadwick. He really pisses me off. He was just an ordinary person with only a few decades to live, yet he achieved something so astonishing." Herta tried to keep her tone calm, but she simply could not.
"It seems you truly admire him."
"I suppose you could call it admiration. But honestly, I'm a little envious—and a little jealous. In that instant just now, he entrusted all the achievements of his life to me," Herta said.
"It seems that, at the end of his life, Calderon Chadwick chose to trust you, Lady Herta, despite never having met you. The rationality of organic life is truly difficult to fathom, yet its impulses often contain a grand and romantic poetry. I am deeply moved," Siegmund said.
The reason Chadwick had not chosen to entrust his knowledge to Siegmund was not because he distrusted mechanical life or anything of the sort, but because their fields of research were entirely different.
Even if Siegmund could understand it, she could not carry that knowledge forward. Herta, whose field overlapped with his to an extreme degree, was far more suitable.
"I saw a final message he left behind." Herta had been immersed in the formulas and knowledge flooding her mind when she suddenly froze.
[To Lady Herta: Though I defended my position during my lifetime, with the resources at the Company's disposal, they will one day find the technology and method to recreate the Imaginary Exploration Pulse.]
[What is done cannot be undone. From the moment the Imaginary Pulse came into