"Thanks Archon!" Both incarnations thanked the AI that was one of their role models. They were grinning, which was rare for the two, as they barely knew what excitement was, but this small sense of accomplishment had brought it on. That, coupled with the information from the Archive and now, inadvertently, the Aralangs, Rev and Gen were slowly learning.
"Now Iroku can restore the planet, and we can continue to learn." Gen grinned.
"And we have a few ideas as well," Rev added.
"Yes," Gen agreed. "With the what we've learned so far, there's a lot we want to try."
"And experience!" They, then looked at Archon. "But will you be okay?"
"According to history of this dimension, people like to conquer, take over, and sometimes destroy." Rev pondered.
"We don't want that to happen to you and this place!" They both exclaimed. "What can we do to prevent it when we're not here?" As they asked that, just then a magic signature was sensed in near presence from the two. It was coming from the planet the city had just left. But who would be there? "Maybe if one of us stayed, while the other does things?" The two asked, turning back to Archon.