Chapter Six: A Bit of Thought
Upon having the bartender take his silverware and plate away, android Seventeen wiped his mouth briefly with the napkin that he had dipped in the water for a moment, just to be sure, then he stood up and opened the small case. Sure enough, inside it were a few pages of fine parchment full of symbols he could not recognize. Next to it was a small silk bag that had his brooch inside.
He took out the pages and looked them over, but sure enough, he couldn't make out a word that was written upon them. This was a serious problem he needed to fix soon, but it also brought up a strange thought. How could he understand what the people here were saying, and they could understand him, yet he could not read anything? He would have to look into that right then and there.
It was a long shot, but perhaps the people in the guild knew about it, or at least could point to someone who did know about it.
Placing the handkerchief on the tray next to the small water bowl to be collected later, he started over to the bartender, who had returned from the kitchen and was sorting a few bottles behind the counter.
Android Seventeen stopped across the counter and spoke up.
"Excuse me, Lyle. I have something I'd need your help with." Android Seventeen started, and was met with the bartender's calm face as he nodded.
"Of course, Sir. What can I help you with?" He asked, putting down the bottle he was arranging and looking to him.
"Could you tell me if what people say is automatically translated?" He asked, going straight to the point.
"Ahh, you just noticed that? Yes, no matter the language that you speak, it's automatically translated to the person you speak to by some greater power. I don't know when this started, but it's been happening for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, it doesn't count when reading or writing as much as I'd like it to." The bartender spoke, answering the Android's question straightforwardly.
Android Seventeen let out a relieved sigh. At least it wasn't something strange that only affected him.
"Thank you. This was getting into my mind. Now I can feel less strange." Android Seventeen said, but quickly came to another conundrum. Whatever was translating everything had to be affecting his mind, and upon further thought, he didn't like that at all. It had to be affecting everyone's mind simultaneously all the time. That was dangerous. What if what was heard by the other person was altered or edited midway? Was there any guarantee that it wasn't happening? Or that it wouldn't just spontaneously stop at random?
What he thought would be a simple conclusion just led to dozens more questions.
Seeing the Android's face twist in his worry and contemplation, the bartender gave his opinion.
"Pardon my interjection, but don't think too much about it, Sir. Many of the wizards, spellcasters, researchers, and witches have likely thought what you must have, yet there has been no conclusive evidence in the past twenty years. I used to study in these fields as a hobby before I got this job, and there have been no answers to our queries," the bartender Lyle spoke, knowing the feelings many had upon this realization, and he could guess to an extent what the Android was thinking.
"Hmm," Android Seventeen responded simply and shook his head.
"No problem, Sir. You've taken it pretty well. I remember a traveler who almost had a fit upon coming to this conclusion. Please forgive my forthrightness," Lyle finished before walking over to the table Android Seventeen had gotten up from, collecting the tray, bowl, and handkerchief. He returned to the kitchen behind a door next to the bar, and Android Seventeen could hear the sound of the bowl clanking into a sink.
Turning away with his case in hand, Android Seventeen decided to ask for somewhere he could stay the night from someone up front. After receiving directions and recommendations, he decided to go back out. Tracing his steps out of the lounge and back to the lobby, he stopped in front of the same glass booth as earlier and asked the same lady where one might find a room for a night or longer in the area.
This part of the second district seemed safe enough, and there looked to be many shops, clubs, and entertainment opportunities around here. He might have worried about computers, or some way of communication, before Dr. Gero's alterations, but now he didn't want to be within a mile of any computer, so the low technological levels had a silver lining at least.
Getting up from the seat and leaving the building, he made his way onto the street and saw the sun beginning the act of setting in the distance. It's light beginning to fall from the bright yellowish white to the darker orange of the late afternoon, where it opened to the evening. The buildings cast their warm shadows across the road, and there were noticeably fewer children in the streets as opposed to earlier, and older couples were walking up and down the streets, along with adventurers who had returned from their day's work.
The sounds of wagons, carriage wheels, and horse hooves could be heard from all around, and even those seemed to be drowned out by the loud voices of revelry, heated discussion, and outright conflict between citizens, families, and adventurers.
Android Seventeen looked up and down the road, and supposedly, there were several inns that met some of his prerequisites, but there was no singular one that met all of them, of course.
Still, there was one he found quite agreeable, and that was the Big Barrel Inn. It was a higher-end inn, and it wasn't too far to the east of the guild. It would be unmissable, due to it operating its own brewery on the side, so it had a stable and carriage yard next to it, as well as many large barrels on the yard and sides of the building.
It was a four-story inn that was much longer than it was tall, and boasted a good amount of privacy, which was a rare thing outside of the noble and royal districts. A singular night for one person in a good room was just short of two silver. Less than a fourth of what one would cost in the noble district, which in itself had a smaller amount of Inns, as many of the men and women living there had their own manors, which would house their guests.
Still, higher-end inns were peppered around, as visitors, high-level adventurers, rich merchants, and lesser nobility from other countries occasionally visited without an invitation from another noble, and they would need somewhere to stay for a few days to weeks.
It was best to find his way over sooner rather than later. On the other side of the Crow Merchant guild's building, opposite of where he arrived, was a long series of coaches, with their own horses and coachmen, with several simply resting on a nearby bench underneath a wooden awning with windows that was long enough to shield them from the rain and weather, along with a fireplace that was unlit at the time.
Android Seventeen took out his brooch from his container and showed it to one of the coachmen, asking if there was a coach that could be used to take him to the Big Barrel inn.
Sure enough, one of the nearby coachmen, a tall, thin man in his mid-fifties who had a square, pale face underneath his top hat and thick graying hair, stood up and walked over to him after a very quick confirmation between the coachmen.
"Hello, good Sir. I can take you there. Do you plan to get there quickly, or are you not rushing?" He asked, as around this time of day, the roads would be quite clogged, and anyone in a rush would find themselves late even by carriage coach.
"I'm not in a hurry, but sooner would be better than later." Android Seventeen responded, nodding to the man.
The man bowed to Android Seventeen, who just then noticed the man's brown suit with a laced shirt and a brown top hat. It seemed that the coachmen all wore brown suits that were less ornate than the suits on the men he saw walking to and fro on the streets.
"OF course. Come with me, Sir." The man led Android Seventeen to a black carriage with comfortable, cushioned seats and glass windows.
Entering, Android Seventeen took a seat in the warm carriage, and after a few moments, the sound of the horse hooves beginning to crunch on the dirt could be heard, along with the occasional encouragement from the coachmen.
Android Seventeen had very little experience with carriages outside of understanding their general concept, but in a stroke of luck, this one did not feel uncomfortable or hurt his back and bottom.
It was awfully slow, but it beat having to fly around looking for it and possibly missing it multiple times. The crunch of dirt and small rocks under the wheels and the clattering of the horse's horseshoes on the ground was a tiny bit relaxing, and just for a moment, he entertained the idea that he could live here. However, that thought passed quickly and was replaced by his thoughts on what he was going to do for the night.
He simply did not need to sleep or feel its draw. Sleeping was something he had to force himself to do, and many times he still couldn't do so.
After a while, his lazy thoughts seemed to mesh together, and time passed quickly.
Eventually, the carriage stopped, and the coachman jumped down from his seat and opened the side of the carriage for Android Seventeen.
"We've arrived, Sir." The coachman explained, his free arm motioning towards the large building next to them. As Android Seventeen stepped out of the carriage coach, he gave a nod to the coachman, who bowed to him before closing the carriage's door and walking back up to the coach seat where he would control the horses.
Sure enough, when Android Seventeen looked to the sides of the wood and stone building, he saw large piles of stacked wooden barrels. and a large cart that had several barrels atop it. Atop the front entrance, he saw a large wooden plaque saying something he couldn't decipher, but there was a carving of a large barrel next to the script.
This seemed to be the place.
Walking towards the entrance as the coachman pulled off, he found himself greeted by a merry sight.
Upon entering, the inside was quite soft and warm. The walls were a creamy white, and the lounge had several round wooden tables that were covered by a green tablecloth. They each had glass candle lanterns sitting unlit atop them. On the walls were paintings of various men and women and scenes of pine forests and countryside hills. Across from the tables on the opposite side of the room was a long crackling fireplace surrounded by three long green couches.
Brass candle sconces along the walls at appropriate points helped light the room alongside two brass chandeliers painted gold. The room had a soft, homely feel, and at the far end, across from the entrance, was a desk surrounded on each side by a door and a staircase next to it. Sitting on a high-backed wooden chair behind the desk was a young man in his mid twenties. He wore a black vest over his puffy white shirt and black dress pants.
He had healthy light skin, light blue eyes, and curly short blonde hair.
He looked up from the book he was reading, which had a blue leather cover, and greeted Android Seventeen. Placing the book down and standing up, he addressed the new arrival.
"Good evening, Sir, are you thinking of staying the night?" He asked with a polite and formal demeanour.
"Ye,s I am. How much is it for a week for one person?" Android Seventeen asked, counting his silver in his head.
"For a single person, we do have a nice room on the third floor that overlooks the nearby street for one silver a night that just became vacant yesterday. It comes with breakfast and dinner at certain times, and a bathtub with hot water. Would you like it?" The young man asked.
"Yes, that sounds good. I'll book it for one week." Android Seventeen said, taking out one of the ten silver coins he had and handing it to the young man, who, in return, took three of the smaller silver coins from a box on the desk, handing them to the Android.
"Wait one second while I get your key. "The man said as he entered a door behind the desk for a few moments, then came out with a pair of keys on a small ring.
"Please make sure not to lose these, as a replacement costs ten coppers." The young man said, handing Android Seventeen the ring.
Android Seventeen nodded and took the ring.
"Could you show me the room?" He asked, and the young man smacked his forehead in embarrassment.
"Sorry, Sir, I was caught up in my thoughts. I can't leave the desk, but give me a second and I will find someone for you." He responded with fervor before disappearing through the back door. Almost a minute passed before he returned with a young girl, perhaps seventeen or eighteen years of age who was walking quickly behind him.
She had long sandy brown hair, a healthy face, and bright green eyes. She wore a brown shirt with a long brown skirt.
"Hello, Sir. My name is Lisa, and I will be taking you to your room. Please follow me," she said with a chipper voice. It seemed that she was excited to get away from whatever work she was doing in the back.
"After you." Android Seventeen said, waiting for the young lady to take him to his room.
"Right, let's go," Lisa said and led Android Seventeen over to the stairs on the right side of the desk that were going upwards.
The walk to the third floor was mostly quiet, but two-thirds of the way through, the young lady spoke up.
"Oh, right, Sir. The dinner period is still active right now, so after you settle in, feel free to come down and eat your fill." She exclaimed as if she had only now just realized she had forgotten something.
That sounds good." Android Seventeen responded halfheartedly, as he didn't feel like eating, especially after he just finished not too long ago.
He didn't eat much, only really needing to drink. However, he assumed that revealing such things would likely make him seem odd.
When they arrived in front of a thick wooden door with a small metal plaque in the middle of it, the young lady stopped, motioning him to come over.
"This is your room. If you want hot water, I'm afraid you'll have to set it up beforehand so a bellboy can bring it to you at the correct time." She said, explaining how it worked.
"All right. Is there anything else that I should know?" Android Seventeen asked, curious as to how things worked.
"Yes, now that you ask, we do have a maid who washes clothes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday in the morning around ten. So tomorrow she'll be here for her Wednesday cleaning," she explained.
"Great," Android Seventeen replied before placing his key in the door and opening it.
Sure enough, greeting him was an average-sized room with the same cream walls, a desk, a medium-sized bed with two pillows, sheets, and a thick blanket. A table sat in a corner with two chairs, and a closet sat closed next to a grandfather clock. A cabinet of polished redwood stood ready for any and all clothes that would be placed in it, and a large soft blue carpet covered a large square portion of the wooden floor.
There was a large double window facing a nearby street that passed by the backyard beneath the window.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Sir. I hope you enjoy your stay." The young lady spoke from the open door, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Right. Take care." Android Seventeen turned and waved her off.
However, instead of instantly leaving, the young lady began looking sheepishly at him with a faint blush on her cheeks. Her hands were clasped and she kept looking to the side before she gained the bravery to speak up.
"W-well, I was wondering...Could you tell me your name?" She finished, somewhat embarrassed and sheepish.
Seeing him just silently look at her, she dropped her head down and apologized.
Seeing how pathetic and timid the girl looked, Android Seventeen sighed and responded.
"My name is Lapis." He answered, and almost instantly, the young lady's demeanor did a 180, and she brightened up dramatically.
"Thank you." She cheered with a small hop and then scurried off.
Android Seventeen didn't have much experience with the opposite sex, but it wasn't like he was scared of them or nervous. It was just so new to him after his years in the torture of Mad Doctor Gero. So many things were new to him, and he didn't really have much of a chance to explore and enjoy the fruits of his youth before he was turned into whatever he was now.
Closing the door, he decided to take his first rest in a while. Perhaps he could sort his thoughts out. Removing his shirt, vest, and jacket, Android 17 lay down on the bed and shut his eyes.
His thoughts seemed to be drifting around his head like lazy afternoon clouds, tugged and twisted by the simplest of pulls by his mind.
Firstly, his mind went to his awakening. That strange mountain. That young boy. The weird town, and eventually this large city. Then, his visit to the guild, his ambush, his escape, and the purchase of these new clothes. Getting rid of that Red Ribbon shirt was the best thing he could do. He didn't want to be constantly reminded of his torturer. That vile doctor and his experiments on him and his sister could make anyone empty their stomachs just upon hearing what the man did.
Then Cell. That monster had absorbed him. Yet he awoke here in this strange world. There was only one answer. The Dragon Balls. Dr Gero had ranted about them a few times while he was lying in his pod. But who would waste a wish on him, or him and his sister? Almost nobody knew who they were.
Then a realization struck him.
The midget. That little bald man seemed to have a thing for his sister, who, strangely enough, reciprocated those feelings. That had to be it. There was nobody else who could. That also meant that Cell had likely been defeated.
Just like that, a heavy weight was removed from his chest.
He didn't need to worry about Cell finding him here. As he lay there, a smile crossed his lips. Just like that, his biggest worry was gone.
Then his thoughts wandered to Lucy, the young noble lady who was also an adventurer. She was pretty and had an outgoing attitude, but he wasn't smitten with her. He didn't think he could be smitten with any woman just yet. He wanted to go home, not pursue a relationship or a marriage just yet.
Still, the two did have a date, yes, he supposed it was a date. It was tomorrow, and he didn't particularly mind. If anything, she could perhaps show him the ropes of this new world. He wouldn't mind sharing more intimate time with her as well.
Then his thoughts moved to his assailants, and the placid feeling he had recently regained was suddenly shattered. They seemed an organized sort. They were all incredibly weak, barely stronger than the average human. Yet they were exclusively looking for him. Why? He didn't know. Perhaps they thought he was an easy target to be robbed? Even if that was true, why bring so many people?
Well, he did enter the adventurer's guild. Perhaps they thought he might have been a strong would-be adventurer and wanted to tear him down? Still, he wasn't going to forgive the one who hired them. In fact, he was going to find him or her and give them a piece of his mind, and more. The next time someone showed up to start a conflict, he would try to interrogate them.
How good he was at that, well, that was still up for question.
More thoughts and plans flashed through his mind, and before he realized it, he had fallen asleep.