Of all of the possible subjects that the Polymath could bring up during the meeting, Mr. S. was one of the worst possible outcomes for Ves.
Mr. S. did not exist as a literal human mech designer and individual. It was a false identity and smokescreen that Ves used to fend off the curiosity of mechers such as Master Moira Willix and the Polymath herself.
Ves had always been afraid that these incredibly clever and powerful figures would figure out the truth one day.
There was no Mr. S.
They had been deceived by Ves all this time.
If there was anyone who best fit the label of this mysterious and illusionary mech designer, it was either the Mech Designer System or Ves himself!
The only advantage that Ves could rely upon to maintain the increasingly elaborate facade that he set up was to use his time travel shenanigans to paint the illusion that Mr. S. was an old geezer who had made his presence felt throughout history.
The incongruity between the mysterious black hand that had infrequently intervened in people's lives over the course of several centuries and a young Senior Mech Designer who was only around 40 years old was probably the sole reason why the Polymath continued to be misled!
His main objective for this meeting was to ensure that the Star Designer remained fooled. This was a tall task for anyone due to her enormous intellectual prowess.
Fortunately for him, it did not look as if the Polymath was all that present for the time being. Her productivity was far too valuable for her to give Ves her undivided attention.
He could use that to his advantage.
Right now, Ves tried his best to remain as unmoved as impossible. He refrained from generating any false reactions.
He had a feeling that none of it would work in front of this powerful and august figure.
Ves keenly reminded himself that the Polymath's domain centered around the greater concept of Truth.
There was no way he could get away with any lies in front of the ultimate lie detecting machine!
His only hope of evading entrapment was to be quick on his feet and bend the truth to his advantage.
He bet that while the Polymath was able to pick out lies like a hawk, she was not omnipotent enough to discern the intentions behind every word of 'truth' that escaped from his mouth.
Whether this was a deception game that the Polymath carefully crafted for Ves to put him into a false sense of security, he had no way of knowing for sure.
He could only go by the limited amount of information that he had in his possession. Just like the Polymath, he was basing his actions and responses on a lot of faulty and incomplete data.
"lam not sure why you are asking me where Mr. S. is located." He steadily replied while trying his best not to let his nerves go out of his control.
Truth.
"From what little I can tell, Mr. S. is most probably in the Red Ocean, which means that he has fallen victim to the mass displacement event like everyone else on this side of the greater beyonder gate."
Truth.
"I can make a few more guesses on where you can find him, but I am unable to provide you with his exact set of galactic coordinates."
Truth.
Ves did not even know where he was located in the Red Ocean. The Khamatar Reign and the rest of her escorts were drifting in higher dimensional space that corresponded to a route in realspace that was almost completely unknown to him. The best he could do was to determine a vague direction based on what he could feel from the sub-brain integrated in his detached cyborg leg.
He carefully observed the Polymath's expression. It seemed as if she had taken his words at face value, but he could not determine whether the frighteningly intelligent Star Designer was actually fooled.
A slight frown steadily appeared on her face. She deliberately did so in order to convey a message.
"That is... not a welcome response. I would very much like to come into contact with him and engage with him directly. There are too few Star Designers in the Red Ocean Dwarf Galaxy as it is. Whatever divisions and disagreements we held in the old galaxy... none of that is important anymore now that we are confronted by the threat of extinction. We MUST unite together."
The way she spoke the word 'must' made it seem as if she had leaked a small portion of her vast power during this short interval, causing it to sound as if it was a condition that had to come true!
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