Claro. Aquí tienes la transcripción al inglés del texto que me solicitaste, respetando estrictamente el manuscrito original sin modificaciones más allá de lo necesario para la comprensión en inglés. Se han mantenido la puntuación, los saltos de línea, las mayúsculas/minúsculas originales (como "korr", "Syra-Vel", "ha" en lugar de "ha", "vasta" en lugar de "basta", "consiente" en lugar de "consciente", etc.) y los errores ortográficos o gramaticales del original.
The sun, in its slow glow, advanced and at some point, hid. Then the night, eternal as it was, kept the city where korr resided in a nebulous penumbra that seemed to want to suffocate the structures, under the watchful gaze of the omnipresent stars millions of light years away.
And the sun returned once more, making an almost perpetual act of presence.
In its glow, its warm rays surprised an intrepid korr assembling modulators, which consisted of a bunch of super intelligent blocks considered obsolete technology in the empire, and used by the few doe races that had the luck or misfortune to inhabit the planet for structural maintenance purposes.
While he configured sequences of magnetic pulses to create, through frequency commands, complex structures. At one moment they formed a bridge that extended half a meter over the void, and the next, they reorganized to form something similar to the infel tower, although only in concept.
All this was being commanded through Korr's mind using a technopathic control helmet that he himself had built. Obviously, nothing was invented from scratch. The technology was already there, he just had to follow the plans or modify them on the fly.
Simply, viltrum was that advanced.
With just a thought, the structure turned into an articulated arm, or into a sphere that floated defying gravity, or into a miniature replica of one of those flying tractors that this species considered a viltrumite warship, whose proportions were, more or less, exact according to the records he had consulted in the library of the Fortress he called home.
Syra-Vel observed from the threshold, her arms crossed over her chest, her bioluminescent hair waving with an almost supernatural light.
"The stability of the magnetoferopathic gel depends on the modulation frequency," she said, without any particular emphasis, although she found it very curious how a viltrumite offspring could be so different from its species. "If you exceed seventy cycles per fraction, the structure will collapse and lose its haptic responsiveness."
Korr nodded without looking at her, he already knew that thanks to his brilliant viltrumite memory. During the last 3 turns he had been preparing a special gel, a gray substance that behaved like a viscous liquid when at rest and solid when manipulated through oscillating magnetic fields.
"Good, I think this can work, what do you think?". Korr asked her.
"There is too much informality and variables to take into account. There is a high possibility that your experiment will fail."
Korr shrugged at his nanny's words.
"Well, I guess thanks for the support, then."
The substance now floated in front of him, spread into a sheet that curved and twisted following the commands of his mind amplified by the helmet.
He had studied the principles of magnetoferopausia in the scientific archives that Syra-Vel had obtained for him, all this, of course, under the premise of keeping it a secret from his father.
"Let's put it to the test," said korr, as he put all his concentration into the command he intended to manifest, getting responses immediately.
The gel rose into a column that spun on itself, dividing into tentacles that intertwined like snakes, then forming a sphere that expanded to occupy a meter in diameter before contracting to the size of a beach ball.
Korr made it dance around the room, tracing spirals that rose to brush the ceiling and descended to slide across the floor, changing shape with each trajectory.
"This is... impressive, I must admit." —she said apparently impressed. "Although you have not yet reached the necessary modulation point for the substance to maintain its cohesion for more than five fractions, you made what was supposed to fail with a 95% probability actually work."
"Ha", korr boasted. "Even with a 5% chance, that's enough for me."
"I must admit that the great coincidence of things urges you." She said. In korr's words, that meant he was very lucky.
"I know, I'm that urging", korr wanted to say lucky, but that word didn't exist in viltrum, so it would lack meaning.
Then, korr continued with his daily game. Which meant exercising, as much as his body allowed him, which was a lot, since apparently, viltrumite children, compared to earth children, were at least 5 times denser than an earth child.
They also had more energy and greater development capacity.
Korr arranged the modular artifacts in an obstacle configuration: towers that rose, bridges that curved, passageways that closed and opened, among other ideas that seemed ingenious to him.
Then, he used the gel as an appendage.
He made it run along the floor, climb up the walls, jump from one artifact to another with an elasticity that defied the physical properties that the manuals attributed to its composition, and other improvised craziness on the spot.
At one point, the gel rose to ceiling height, forming a parabola that had to descend to go through the smallest ring of its configuration. But at that moment, as if his nanny's warnings came to life, something failed.
For obvious reasons attributed to improper use, such as wear and tear and other factors, the gel collapsed.
Korr felt the world turn upside down. His feet stopped feeling the sensation of support, and the vertigo of gravity seemed to trap him with vicious danger.
With such a descent, the air whistled around him, and his heart skipped a beat. For an instant he felt time stop.
However, the expected impact did not come, to his surprise and subsequent understanding.
A soft pressure that enveloped his entire body stopped his fall just centimeters from the ground. Korr found himself floating at the height of Syra-Vel's waist, suspended in a bubble of psychic energy that shone with a pale blue, almost white, color.
His nanny held him there, her eyes fixed on his, and then she gently deposited him on the surface, where he remained kneeling and out of breath.
"God. Thank you very much."
"God is not my name."
"I didn't mean that it is, just. Just forget I said that, sometimes I say stupid things."
Syra-Vel ignored the eccentricity of her lord's newborn.
"Be aware that falling from that height would have fractured your radius and ulna. The estimated recovery time would be three turns with standard regenerative treatment, considering that you have not yet entered the optimization phase."
Korr swallowed at that detail.
"Thank you for preventing that from happening."
"I warned you." Said Syra-Vel.
"Anyway, I thank you, and I'm also sorry for not listening to you." said Korr instead.
"Just be more aware of your vulnerability in the future."
"So it will be."
"Good." Syra-Vel blinked in response and without further ado, let the matter pass.
This newborn was too different. It was the first time she had heard of a scion of the supreme race asking for forgiveness, or thanks.
She looked at the child for a few moments, and after reflecting on what had happened, she could not help but think that perhaps, just perhaps, this little demon was not like his counterparts.
"You'd better rest a bit."
"Huh? But the sun is barely rising." Korr complained.
"You have been awake for too many segments. If you want the optimization to arrive within the predetermined time, take care of your sleep cycle. Or do you want to be a retarded newborn?"
Korr shuddered. He, more than anyone else in this world, longed to enter the optimization state once and for all.
"Alright alright, I'll listen to you." Korr conceded victory.
"Good. Being tired all the time will not accelerate the maturation process, it will only delay it." She said, before stepping aside. "Go to your chambers."
Both began to walk towards the chambers, leaving the great recreation room. As they advanced, korr did not hesitate to ask.
"Syra-Vel, when do you think my smart cells may manifest?"
"It is possible in one or two cycles."
"That long?" korr complained to himself, while playing with the helmet. Its batteries had overheated too much, which meant an error in calibration and had to be corrected to avoid his head exploding due to carelessness. Syra-Vel had emphasized a real possibility like that.
"In fact, compared to other newborns, your smart atoms will develop very early in your initial maturation stage."
"I suppose that should relieve me, right?"
"A lot, young lord." Syra-Vel said, before looking at him for a moment, and continuing her walk. "Your genetic classification is class 15. Within the caste classifications of the supreme race, the classes determine the purity of the lineage, the genetic potency and the development capacity attributed to the characteristics of the young lord's species."
Korr listened, although he already knew that information.
"Class 1 represents maximum purity," she continued. "So far, supposedly, it is reserved for the direct line of the great ancestor of the supreme race, the absent great emperor argal. No one has been seen with that classification. However, there is also only one classified with class 2."
"The great regent, tragg, right?"
"Be more respectful when addressing the supreme one, young lord. He is the closest to the great emperor argal, both in vision, and it is said, superior in power, for he was designed that way from his conception."
Korr nodded for the moment, while listening to the nanny's words. This was considered part of the basic teaching that he had to receive during his stay at home, awaiting his manifestation.
"Classifications class 3, 4 and 5 do not exist so far. There is only one of class 6 and he is an elder under the direct orders of the great supreme regent. Classes 7, 8, 9 and 10 are part of the empire's council, and classes 11, 12, 13, 14 and 15 are the military elite in charge of the defense and expansion of the empire."
After a pause, she continued.
"So I am class 15." korr said, thinking about that. At Syra-Vel's nod, she added.
"Since the young lord is class 15, it is to be expected that a period of fifteen cycles will be needed for his attributes to manifest in their full potency."
"In short, more or less a period of 5 Earth years." thought korr. "I hope it arrives soon. I am anxious to experience flight."
Syra-Vel nodded, smiling at him in passing.
"I hope it arrives, in good time, young lord."