Transmuting the digital soul (Student Project)

Transcript of the Story For many years, I labored beside him, he with crucibles and I with brushes, each striving oft craft of a perfect work. His hands blackened with the stain of failed alchemy, moved with a grace most strange, as though guided by forces unseen. He spoke little else save for the Philosopher's Stone, of metals to gold, and of secrets whispered by the heavens themselves. Yet al…