I'm not really sure why everyone is a-ok with eating something they can't identify, just killed, and which was just TALKING AT THEM a few seconds earlier. I usually draw the line at eating things that are obviously inteligent, or might kill me when I ingest them.
Grace wished her brother would have waited a little longer before checking on her. Right at that moment, she was wedged between her desk and the wall, trying to connect a cable to her computer so she could run diagnostics on the robot Spider she was fixing. The little thing was a long running project of hers, and she didn't want to extricate herself quite yet.
"I'm a little Tied up right now Evan!" She called back, turning her head just enough to project her voice. She was just about to return to her task when a second voice drifted to her from farther into the house. A voice she didn't want to brush off.
"Ow!" Grace exclaimed, banging her head in the underside of her desk as she rushed to her door, stopping only to make sure everything was still upright before she threw open the divider between her and Erika.
Name: Grace Smiles Age: 15 Gender: Female Personality: Grace is focused and determined, rarely interrupting her work for any reason. A few times, she's even forgotten to go to school because she was caught up with building some device or other. She tries to be friendly to everyone, but she has little patience for bullies or fools who aren't her brother. Brief History: Grace's first memory was of an explosion. A tremendous explosion that left her alone in a ruined and fiery world, where she survived only because of the device on her wrist and the appearance of a Hero. Grace was only 12 when Evan Smiles found her terrified in a circle of fire, untouched by the flames and with a device shaped like a centipede circling her wrist like an overactive puppy, seeming to eat any of the flames that passed to close. Three years have passed since she was rescued, and Grace has shown an amazing aptitude for robotics and machines, especially anything involving clockwork, Though nothing she makes seems to reach the complexity or versitality of the device she was found with, which she simply calls The Machine. Abilities: Super Genius - Grace simply KNOWS how things go together, and how parts will interact. She can visualize a completed project in her head fully functional down to the micrometer before she even looks at any of the materials, and she's never wrong about it. Devices: The Machine - A clockwork device shaped like a centipede possessing artificial life. It can eat and recycle anything given enough time, and can obey simple commands. Energy it absorbs is recycled into motive force, allowing it to function, and when it doesn't have enough energy it enters a dormant state, waiting until it's supplied with energy again. Possible Goals?: Build a second Machine, or remember how she got the first one.
The Machine that recycles things isn't my creation, as much as I wish it was. It's from the Please Don't Tell My Parents series by Richard Roberts, but it's such a fun idea I wanted to play with it myself. Go read his books!
But the way you describe it, the Void is less an absence of reality and more of another type of reality with its own rules, acting as the antithesis of normal reality. After all, how could anything originating from nothingness have a defined personality or goals? If something was transferred from our reality to the Void, wouldn't it act like Light does in our world?