The Lonely Earth - Earth ISOT into Magitek fantasy

Chapter 14: Its rather academic

Grand Library of the Coronia, 225 hours after Worldshift

For days on end, David Glantz had been completely immersed in the world of books, scrolls, and electronic records. The untold billions of texts preserved within the Grand Library of the Coronia were a treasure trove beyond measure. It was a resource so vast that David sometimes found himself at a loss for words to describe it; "electronic," for now, seemed as fitting a term as any.

As a historian, this abundance of information filled him with an indescribable sense of wonder and joy. It was akin to the feeling of being a child again, eagerly devouring the knowledge of the world for the very first time. This monumental shift in the timeline had rewritten the course of history, and David was among those at the forefront, eager to unearth its secrets.

The Coronia's libraries had become a bustling hub for historians from all corners of the universe, drawn by an insatiable thirst to understand the new narrative that had unfolded.

David himself had practically taken up residence on the colossal vessel. His days had now settled into a routine of exploration—not of physical places, but of the boundless corridors of knowledge offered by the Grand Library. He had hardly ventured beyond the cozy cafes, the lodge he temporarily called home, and the grand library itself.

The sprawling archives felt like a universe unto themselves, with aisles that seemed to stretch into infinity. Every corner held the promise of revelation, and every scroll whispered the tales of civilizations now lost or transformed. It was a place where time was both a fluid concept and a tangible artifact.

As David continued his research, he couldn't help but marvel at the magnitude of this historical anomaly. It was the single greatest wave of new information that Earth's historical community had ever encountered, and he was determined to navigate its vast sea, to chart the unexplored territories of this rewritten history, and to emerge with a story that would reshape the understanding of the cosmos itself.

He hadn't ventured beyond the hallowed halls of the Grand Library, let alone touched the other archives and places of learning scattered throughout the Coronia. It wasn't due to a lack of curiosity; rather, it was the sheer magnitude of the Grand Library that held him in its grasp. David couldn't fathom leaving this treasure trove of knowledge anytime soon.

As he delved deeper into the archives, he marveled at the ingenuity that allowed for the preservation of untold volumes of texts. The Coronia's libraries were a convergence of both print and the elusive "electronic" records, stored in a manner that allowed for efficient retrieval. It was a feat that defied comprehension, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the beings who had designed this repository.

The sheer number of texts, both print and electronic, was mind-boggling. David often found himself lost in the labyrinthine aisles, where scrolls, codices, and data banks stretched into a seemingly infinite expanse. The library was a universe unto itself, with each shelf holding countless stories and knowledge waiting to be unearthed.

In this vast sea of information, David had found a cozy corner. The seats were plush and inviting, the perfect refuge for an explorer like him. From his chosen spot, he had a commanding view of the bustling plaza outside the window. The sight of beings from different corners of the universe coming together in the pursuit of knowledge was truly awe-inspiring.

The coffee they served here was exceptional—a small but delightful indulgence amidst the sea of words and data. It was a reminder that even in the pursuit of knowledge, the simple pleasures of life had their place. With a steaming cup in hand, David felt a profound sense of contentment as he continued his journey through the corridors of the Grand Library. He knew he was in no hurry to leave; there was an entire cosmos of stories waiting to be discovered, and he was determined to unravel them one by one. Time, it seemed, was a companion in this boundless realm of knowledge, and he had no intention of rushing the journey.