In my past life, I was a maths professor. Always obsessed with finding the relation in nature and numbers.
I spend my days and countless sleepless nights, trying to unify the nature structures, numbers and formulas to found the connection.
I wanted to see is there really is some ultimate formula or not. But even after a successful career as a professor. I forget to look at one of the most important aspect of my life, my family.
I had a beautiful family. A lovely wife and cute daughter. In start everything was wonderful but as my fascination for number and nature grew. I forget about my family.
Even to the point that when my life end at 32 year of age from heart failure due to overwork and low sleep in my personal room at university at night. No one was there. to mourn for me.
As the light faded from my eyes the last thought in my mind was not related to nature or numbers but a regret that I should have spend more time with my family.
After some unknow time suddenly my conciousness return and I heared some sounds around me.
"Vitals stable. The subject is in stable condition."
The voice was melodic, synthetic, and terrifyingly clear, cutting through the silence which has occupied me till now.
As I struggled to open my eyes, the light felt like it pierced through my retina.
I suddenly wailed not out of happiness but because my new, fragile lungs demanded demanded air.
I slowly become more conscious and realise I was not in the university room.
Confusion clouded my mind, I can not make sense of anything around me.
Somehow, my adult soul had been poured into a tiny, newborn baby, and the usual way of forgetting last life memory has somehow not happened in my case.
"Neural activity are more then normal," the feminine AI voice announced, its tone devoid of any emotion.
"Repeat that," a sharp, commanding woman's voice asked, cutting through the hum of machinery.
This was Dr. Lyra Veyron, the woman I would come to know as my mother, a figure of pink hair and a soft aura.
"Neuron activity is way higher then normal new born," the AI responded, its data confirming my own internal thoughts.
I reached out with tiny, trembling fingers, my inner mathematician already thinking about the reason of this sudden reincarnation.
"Neuron activity way higher then newborn may be because I have memory from my past lifetime." I thought.
Then my consciousness begin to feel heavy and I fall asleep again.
When I opened by eyes again.
"He's focusing," Lyra whispered, her hand patting my chest gently leaning over my high-tech cradle.
It was the first true comfort I had felt since my rebirth.
I looked around and at the ceiling above my medical room. It was a transparent dome.
Beyond it lay a sky that is covered by a sky blue transparent garment with several seams running through it.
These seams were the places where the traffic was moving.
Later I come to know that I was at the heart of an apex civilization called core where the elite were known as "Mages". Space travel is now a part of common life and people travel between star systems regularly. And the garment covering the sky is the protective garment made by Master Garment Realm Mage also called Grand Tailors to protect the core form the sudden attacks.
From my medical room, I watched frigates, cruisers, and destroyers glide along the sky blue transparent garment seam in the sky, pausing at specific coordinates before vanishing into the space using light speed propellers.
Suddenly, a silver-skinned figure, an advanced android named Astra, stepped into my field of vision, its eyes scanning my vitals.
Three months passed in a blur. While observing the miracle in the sky.
While other infants spent their days in mindless slumber, I spent mine watching the seams in the garment. These seams were so intricate like sewed by god.
On day the door to my nursery hissed open, and my father, Arin Veyron, walked in with the grace of a noble man who had seen everything in his life.
Yet, when he looked down at me, he looked like a young unexperienced man who will cry just looking at me.
After playing with me for sometime.
Arin begin to talk to Lyra. "The mecha transportation convoy is lost on the outer rim," Arin muttered to Lyra, his voice heavy as he activated a holographic display.
"Signal lost in a perfect blockade pattern. These pirates at the border of the Boötes Void are planning something big."
I watched the hologram flicker, my mind looking at the outer rim of the galaxy in the hologram.
What can I infer from this is that the pirates weren't strong enough to hit the Core, but they were picking off convoys in the vacuum. But void is so large how can they know where the convoy will pass from. There are insiders involved.
Arin spoke "I think there are insiders involved with them. We need to be extra careful from now on."
After completing his talk before going back.
Arin walked over to my cradle and extended a calloused finger toward me.
I didn't hesitate; I reached out and clamped down on it with a grip that made his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"The AI wasn't wrong," Arin noted, a proud, low chuckle. "His muscle density and motor response are incredible."
Lyra stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder as they both stared down at me.
"He's a smart kid," she whispered. "He doesn't cry for attention, only for needs. He just... watches."
"He's been looking at the patrol ships for hours," Arin added, looking back at the seam on the garment in the space. "He is curious about the world far from us before he can even walk."
Then arin looked at me with a sudden fatherly hope. "An active mind and a powerful body. If he keeps this up, he might just leave a permanent mark on history."
Listening to them, I looked at my tiny, powerful hands and begin to think can I really become powerful.
then i begin to though in my first life I was a passerby but in this life I will live my life to the full and will try to spend time with my family.
I will protect this family I have been given and ensure that, this time I am not obsessed with numbers and nature.