The prosperous mortal village of Oakhaven possessed a fundamental requirement for biological repair. Because the mortal population lacked the indestructible celestial chassis of the Warlord or the regenerative plasma of the Vanguard, they were susceptible to standard physical degradation.
Therefore, the village maintained a bustling, heavily occupied medical clinic.
It was a spacious ironwood structure, built to accommodate the daily hazards of farming and forestry. However, to the glowing emerald eyes of the seven-year-old Architect of Tomorrow, it was a catastrophic nightmare of systemic inefficiency.
Zenith stood still in the center of the clinic. The Emerald Variable wore a pristine dark green tunic. He was ignoring the groans of a mortal lumberjack who had crushed his foot, and the crying of a child with a scraped knee.
Zenith was running a critical diagnostic on the clinic's triage methodology.
