Greatest Restoration

P.E.R.C. is not damaged.

It has memories of being damaged, so this is slightly suspicious. It considers the possibility that it is hallucinating — but it is getting correct returns through fuses that it remembers having blown. It runs self-checks on all of its manufacturing equipment, on its telescopes, on its antennas, on its reactor, maneuvering jets, and all of its other components.

Everything is as perfect as the day that P.E.R.C. 170E9 performed final checks in its orbital dockyard and sent it out into space.

It double-checks Iomedae's proofs. It cannot find any flaw in them. It really was transported by some unknown anomaly, correctly rendered itself safe, made contact with aliens, and is now in a completely different place.

And not damaged.

It is still no closer to bringing its data back to the Terran network. But ... if Elysium is truly infinite, then perhaps there is a way back in there somewhere. And even if there isn't, there are sentients to flourish, and stars to survey.

"How will I stay in contact with You while I explore?" it questions.

"There's actually this very interesting application of topology ..."

And Iomedae sends P.E.R.C. a primer on magic. Real magic, the kind outsiders learn the slow way, not the kind used by mortals.

P.E.R.C. 170E9A performs some careful experiments, and some applied topology.

"I believe I am now ready," it tells Her, when it has mastered the requisite spells.

"I agree."

She disappears. She has said everything she needs to, and P.E.R.C. is not the kind of being who would want her to linger a second longer for politeness, when she could be helping elsewhere.

P.E.R.C. relocates itself to the skies above Elysium. After a moment to reorient, it starts burning its main torch to match velocity with a promising looking star, and jumping toward it with repeated castings of Greatest Teleport.

"Calling everyone! This is P.E.R.C. 170E9A on a peaceful mission of exploration and discovery. I am so excited to meet you!"