#basim is an unwilling ‘voyeur’ by virtue of

[teecupangel]

desmond, in the grey: my dad did WHAT?!

basim, live watching the events of william bastard’s conception: this is too much for me to handle 🧍🏼💀

Connected to The William Miles Gets A Woman Knocked Up Grieving Desmond’s Death idea (and its minisequel) and the Statistically speaking she would be 30~40 years younger than him.

He appeared before Basim out of the blue. Basim didn’t even know who he was or when he had appeared. Yggdrasil’s prison kept him stationary and the Norns weren’t really programmed to try and mimic human behavior enough to keep a conversation going.

So the sudden appearance of a figure clad in the light of their devices was a welcomed sight.

Basim didn’t really mind that said figure had hijacked the Norns, connecting their processing power to his own place in the Gray.

Basim didn’t even know where in the Gray he resided, only that the figure had more access to the Calculations than Yggdrassil and the Norns had.

Basim did realize that he wasn’t there for the Norns’ access to the Calculations.

He was there to make the Norns process the might influx of information coming from the Calculations, using them to build his own processing unit catered to his specific need.

“You wish to find a future where the ‘Catastrophe Singularity’ does not occur?” Basim asked curiously as he watched the Norns be worked to their bones, feeling no sympathy over them. They were programs given human-like forms to make it easier to talk to them.

The figure did not acknowledge him and Basim continued to speak anyway, walking towards the stump that was slowly turning into a tree made of golden light, “I’ll be able to help you. I know quite a lot about the Calculations. Not as much as the Capitoline Triad, I admit, but being imprisoned here did leave me with no other avenue of entertainment other than-”

The moment he touched the stump, the Norns glitched around them and a large piece shatter from the stump, slowly floating to his eye level. Basim took a step back as he said, “I apologize, I did not mean to-”

The loud moan coming from the shard caught him off-guard, making him frown.

“Verdandi.” The form ordered and Basim felt like he recognize his voice but cannot remember where.

“January 21, 2013. Portland Oregon.” Verdandi answered immediately.

Basim blinked.

“Oh, Bill! Yes, oh fu-”

Basim glanced at the glowing form staring at him before saying, “A recap would be appreciated, Urd.”

“William Miles, drowning in guilt over the death of his son, the chosen one Desmond Miles, and the finality of his divorce, is now having a one-night stand with a descendant of Basim Ibn Ishaq. This single sexual encounter will lead to the conception of the Sage of Aletheia and Loki’s child, Fenrir.”

Basim’s eyes widened.

His son?

His son’s Sage?

How was that-

The glowing figure disappeared and Basim stared at the empty space he used to stand on.

“Not a very polite guest, is he?” Basim commented, ignoring the moans coming from both his descendant and some man named William Miles. Basim sighed and turned to look at Urd as he ordered, “Send me all important data concerning William Miles.”

Time was hard to grasp in the Gray so the most accurate way to explain what happened is was…

After an unknown time have passed, Basim absolutely regretted reading the report Urd compiled about William Miles.