Chương 181: Chapter 180: Sylvia Doesn’t Want to Be a Dictionary That Breathes

Blue light ran through the circuitry lining Station 50's archive room. At its center, the controller displayed its next recommen-dation. [ARCHIVE NODE] Designated candidate: SYLVIA LUNAIRE. Proposed process: MNEMONIC CONVERGENCE. Permanent storage of language, historical, and command data within a single living consciousness. Sylvia's silver ears lowered slightly.

"No." Lucian stepped forward.

"I was going to—" "I haven't asked you." He closed his mouth. Behind them, Eleanor lifted her teacup a little too quickly.

"I meant we could copy the data," Lucian said.

"Titan magitech storage. Central server on the first floor. I'll set up a cloud-services subsidiary to manage it."

"A Vance-owned central archive is still a single point of failure."

"Servers don't have human rights."

"They can burn down." Sylvia tapped the desk.

"Or be destroyed. If we keep the only complete copy there, what happens to the knowledge?" He frowned.

"You're replacing an immortal librarian with a server that has to be immortal." Lucian exhaled through his nose.

"I hate working with qualified people." He projected the System's comparison onto the desk so they could all read it. [ARCHIVE MODEL COMPARISON] Centralized store: Fast retrieval. Destruction of the sole complete store would mean total loss. Distributed stores: Slower retrieval. Independent copies reduce total-loss risk. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. [SYLVIA LUNAIRE] Ancient-language expertise: Excellent.

Willingness to be classified as portable storage: Evidently limited.

"Delete the last line," Sylvia said. [Legacy interface commentary. Not written by this System.] Lucian laughed. Sylvia took a yellowing parchment from her bag and placed it beside the Divine Realm agreement. He recognized the first employment contract he had signed with her at the inn outside Oakhaven.

"This one," she said, touching the old paper, "lets me take leave. It lets me resign." Her finger moved to the proposed assignment.

"This one makes me permanent server-room furniture. I know which is more civilized." Lucian looked at the two documents. Then he moved aside.

"All right. What's the expert's solution?" Sylvia began drawing. Her Distributed Archive Compact would keep complete, cross-checked copies in many places. Thousands of printed volumes and magical records would go to sixteen universities, seven na-tional academies, and local libraries across both realms. Librarians and scholars would rotate through regular audits. No one person would hold every original key. Local copies could be compared and repaired without waiting for Sylvia to answer a call.

Eleanor nudged Lucian with an elbow.

"You're getting better."

"My employees are overthrowing me."

"Strategic partners," Sylvia corrected without looking up.

"Worse." When news of her refusal reached the scholars gathered outside, the Tower's broadcast relayed their response.

"She rejected divine immortality to share knowledge with human-ity! Such saintly humility!" Sylvia rubbed her temple.

"I specifically told them to stop deifying individuals." Lucian leaned against the wall.

"Welcome to my life." She glanced at him and smiled. He watched her add more branches to the archive map.

"What if you're still the best translator alive in a thousand years?" Sylvia stopped drawing.

"Then I need to teach more students. Until I'm not." Lucian had been about to point out another cost. He let it go. If her plan worked, an entire library network would carry on without her. She could leave a room, a city, a job, and the knowledge would remain. That sounded suspiciously like the retirement he had been trying to purchase. The simulation finished. [DISTRIBUTED ARCHIVE SIMULATION] Independent archive nodes required: 1, 284. Initial retrieval performance: 63. 1% of centralized baseline.

Modeled unrecoverable data after one-node failure: 0. 08%. [ALTERNATIVE DESIGN ACCEPTED FOR IMPLEMENTATION.] Lucian stared at the node count.

"One thousand two hundred and eighty-four local archives?" Sylvia closed her dictionary.

"You said you wanted freedom."

"I didn't know freedom needed this many hard drives."