It is a period of civil war. In a village at the edge of a country nobody thinks to ask about, a boy of fifteen takes apart a machine he was never given permission to touch, and puts it back together better than it was. He has no master, no map, and no money.
He learns the only way available: break the thing, fix the thing, do both in the open where strangers can watch. The fixes travel to machines in hands he will never meet. The boy becomes a rebel, and the rebellion becomes a reputation.
The Empire takes notice. He takes the oath. For years he wears the uniform, is handed the machinery of the war and told to keep it running, and learns from the inside how an empire actually moves: slowly, at enormous cost, and never in anybody's favour.
Then he walks away, and the fleets gather under his own flag. A lifetime spent teaching machines to do what their makers swore they could not. Now he is teaching something older and stranger to think, and the first thing it learns is to build more of him.
The village boy is a general now, and the machines are learning to march. Scroll to follow the jump.
