She entered the underground facility where the true colors of Genesis Innovation Inc. lie; the electronic door that paves towards the Sentient and Ava was held.
Her stream of thought was, “Why did he use Cassandra’s image? What is it with his unusual, rude, eccentric personality… Is he different from how I remember him? ”
Before silence took Ava’s mind.
She rests on her chair, her buttocks resting on the lap of the futuristic chair, her eyes gazing towards the screen awaiting the mastermind to appear on the screen.
The thought of Beatrice sacrificing her child, which seems rationally sound, weighs on her mind.
She sees her unable to create a cogent argument as to why Beatrice shouldn’t relinquish her child to Genesis Innovation Inc.
“I must… be lucky.”
“Lucky that I get to have a normal life under a rather feminine maternal figure.”
“A part of me wanted to convince Beatrice not to, but only because of plain moral intelligence.”
Ava sat on her chair, where she spoke the words, “It’s not like I can do anything anyway to convince her not to.”
“Doesn’t mean the child gets to naturally relish his abilities as he wishes.”
Ava placed a hand on her forehead. “I think… I think I need to fuck more… See what hell really looks like.” That seems rationally sound and weighs on her mind.
She sees her unable to create a cogent argument as to why Beatrice shouldn’t relinquish her child to Genesis Innovation Inc.
“I must… be lucky.”
“Lucky that I get to have a normal life under a rather feminine maternal figure.”
“A part of me wanted to convince Beatrice not to, but only because of plain moral intelligence.”
Ava sat on her chair, where she spoke the words, “It’s not like I can do anything anyway to convince her not to.”
Ava then began to murmur in her mind, as she stared above the monitor, “My mother is the reason why I am like this. I heard about her giving birth to Max for something so fundamentally unexpected, even preventing Victor from converting him into a vessel of nanobots.”
“Inconceivable. Why not have the strength of thousands of kings and queens? ”
Ava looked at the ceiling and at the monitor. “Well, I suppose it is flattering….”
Ava paused her thoughts as she looked straight at the monitor, with a smirk forming at the arc of her smile.
“I am not different from my biological material… I am severely detached and way too robotic.”
“I might be akin to that of Anakin Skywalker, but my purpose is very dark, and in that—very projected near the vortex of darkness—unlike the heroes of our media.”
“I am not a male nor a female who could belong to the fiction ‘The Hero with a Thousand Faces.’”
“I am a weapon, and this is my making,” Ava finalizes her thoughts as she looks towards a lifeless, wide, and large monitor on the screen.
Soon, something sparked on the screen; a sound visualizer of sorts could be observed on it.
It began to make motion, concurrent to the air around the room vibrating, “Ava, I have prepared another training for you, and it’s not going to transpire here.”
A wire-frame map, where edges could be outlining a map or an area, pinpointing and showing multiple images of its area, some with grass and trees.
Ava got up and planned her advances.
She headed out of the room’s door and traveled through the superconductive train through a metro station.
She exited the metro station, climbing from the air—distinguished but normalized amongst citizens of Sector 451.
She resumed walking and walking until she found herself in a designated area. Pure grass, futuristic crates—a place of pure seclusion where it was dark and the moon shone bright.
The more she scanned with her eyes, the more she could notice crates from a distance, far from her in the grass.
Intentionally placed there, for who knows what wanton training, the Sentient has demanded or has yet to execute for conditioning.
Ava begins to approach the crate; the crate from her view grows bigger, hence the covering of the distance between her and the crate.
As she approaches the crates, with her footsteps touching on natural soil with pebbles flying off.
As she closed towards the crate, she pulled the top of the crate and placed it aside.
She knelt down and stared down at the rifle; she eyed the rifle as she held it with her two hands, inspecting it with interest, even revolving it.
She deftly reloaded the rifle by grabbing the ammo from the crate.
She went to another crate and would encounter a local-field disruptor from the inside.
She stared at the local-field disruptor; she placed her rifle down before she carried the heavy weapon, inspecting it.
This weapon had claw-like appendages from the front.
“Negative, this isn’t a video game where you carry multiple heavy weapons… Unrealistic.”
“However, for my task here… this could be my ultimate trump card for what is yet to come.”
She returned the heavy weapon back to the crate, where she researched through every crate, and she began to rush to explore for any hidden crates around the area.
Ava went through every crate; she searched for a one-handed firearm for her survival.
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As she began navigating through every crate before getting ahold of a pistol, she holstered it by placing it on her back, not reloaded but with ammo.
Her lack of experience regarding dexterity is one to count but still can be overcome with enough natural gymnastics.
She began carrying the rifle in her hand as she kept a lookout for any conspiring events.
After about ten minutes, Ava could hear mechanical noises; every movement was brittle, heavy, and callous to Mother Earth’s soil.
Ava would turn her head towards the origin of the brittle mechanical noises before spotting a two-legged robot who did not have arms but had a high-energy cannon on the left and a machine-laser gun on the right, each leg moving and turning.
It makes one step before making another step, becoming. Looking like every bit of a desolation of abomination, from the left of the mechanical robot hull was a high-energy cannon, and on the right was a machine laser gun.
Ava’s eyes widen at the sight of this monstrosity. “Anything but that…..”
Ava starts readying her armor bullets on her rifles and begins to run to the trees with all the stamina.
The mech begins to search for Ava, with coldness. The mech begins to activate its laser point on the machine gun as it begins to swivel as it scans for her throughout the forest.
Ava just hit amongst the trees, her back leaning on the wood. From the perspective of the mechanical menace, everything was red, and there were hitboxes doing some scans.
At the side of the camera was a picture of Ava’s face in her school uniform, presumably her school ID.
There was also a holographic radar section on the upper side, appearing to be monitoring for every anomaly related to the target.
It kept moving around the forest, rummaging through the trees.
As the mech passed over the trees, with Ava holding her breath, as she carried her reloaded sleek futuristic rifle, held to her chest, before pulling it out and starting to fire towards the mech, it bolted towards the mech hull.
The mech turned around, its legs rotating as it began to move towards Ava. The mech’s weapon targets Ava - it begins to channel energy at the end of the barrel before releasing it, creating a beam of blue energy.
Ava dodged it by jumping away from the energy blast before it even hit, seconds away from vaporizing her.
Her heartbeat began to rise; she found herself unable to contain her breath. At this moment she felt exhausted. She began breathing in and out, even moving away from plain sight, even hiding in another tree.
Ava’s face begins to tense up before she picks herself up, with her head on the wood, looking at her side while the mech is operating.
“New plan…. I will have to hack the mech’s internal processing as leverage.”
Ava focuses on her mind to access the mech; soon after, she engages the mech with engineered technopathic abilities.
“No security measures, easy peasy. They forgot to update the security measures in their computing system.”
The mech’s screen as it surveys around the forest begins to glitch.
Soon a voice could be heard in Ava’s voice, a mechanical hunk that felt too slurred, and a cold mechanical male voice.
“Ha-ha, the target named Subject-1 has decided to use her power. I am a mech designed to crush you.”
Ava held on to her rifle as it began to rush hastily, “Who are you, and who sent you here? ”
The mech said the following in a menacing tone: “I am an autonomous war machine created by Dr. Victor Sumeris, and I am here to crush you.”
“By the time I am done here, you will already be spayed, and all your blood will spill on the floor, the worms will eat your flesh, and I will reign supreme in my programming.”
Ava bit her teeth, her eyebrows tensed up, and she was about to cry.
The AI begins to disclose the following: “I am my own programming; my creator has set my sights on you. Prepare to be crushed.”
The mech continued scanning the forest as it walked.
The air started to become like a breeze and cold.
The mech continued walking around the forest, rummaging whatever mother nature trees there are, leaving them crushed, even twigs.
She slowly turned to a halt, where it did a transformation as it held the energy in front of the hull and pointed towards the sky in arc mode.
Ava just hid, and she decided to access the mech from the inside.
This prompted the mech in its stasis mode to rotate and fire an energy beam in the sky.
Ava heard the fire; as she began to run, she began panting as she ran away from the beam’s blast range.
She ran away from the area; the energy beam went down, and what emerged was an explosion. It hit Ava’s body out of the air with staggering G-forces.
Ava violently hit the tree from a lot of staggering G-forces; she picked herself up before getting up.
She held her rifle and started aiming towards the mech and started firing in rapid fire before the shell became vulnerable.
She combined her rapid succession of bullets with wireless hacking to the mech’s system. She began another wave of armor-penetrating bullets, building pressure on the armor plate of the mech.
She reloaded her rifle and moved away; before relocating to a different part of the tree, she began firing the mech while glitching the mech’s internal processing.
Soon something in the mech broke, a small implosion on the plates, like the bending of metallic elements.
She rushed away from the enemy mech while it was stunned; as she rushed to the local crate, she opened the crate and started carrying the local-field disruptor before replacing it with her main rifle.
“Now for the finishing move, I have managed to successfully drag the mech near an advantageous place, where I unleash a succession of bullets on the armor plating with my wireless hacking.”
She began running, closing in with the mech, before stopping—her pose in the soldier form, she held the handle and focused the claw-like appendages from the front as it fired a devastating projectile rippling through the air with a crackle, colliding successfully with the mech’s armor.
As the project made contact, the mesh started to glitch out, and electricity surged through the hull. The phase shift in the magnetic flux was affecting the mech’s internal processing before the mech’s legs shut down.
Ava, with her eyes turned cold, unexpectedly rushed to the mech, where she hit the front of the mech with all the rage of her fist as she leapt.
Exerting force on the mech, it tumbled while its system glitched.
Ava soon walked off; she was tired. She began to smile while the sky was dark with all its beautiful clouds.
Clothes of hers, like her blouse, felt rugged and torn apart, like a mere soldier.
She angled her head upward in the sky and whispered, “There is my victory….. The greatest mystery of existence has eluded me.”
“The mission has been completed.”
Where she fell to the grass, the cold air breezed through her clothes and skin.
About an hour later, a sleek ship with iron thrusters and wings descended from the sky, making a landing while Ava was unconscious.
They saw the fires and started to spray the forest with extinguishers, some even using sonic technology to lessen the fire.
Two troops in obsidian plating with helmets inspected Ava; they were talking to each other. Other engineers with blackish caps started approaching the mech; one was holding a tablet, their eyes filled with efficiency.
Ava woke up in her room; a few burns had accumulated on her skin, her porcelain skin now feeling pristine.
The door soon opened, slowly rotating, and a man with a receding hairline approached Ava with concern, “How are you? ”
“How much are you willing to lose yourself to become superior? ”
“Do you want to be like your mother? ”
Ava’s irises glanced towards her uncle; she didn't know how to speak, and her eyelids looked straight towards the wall.
Before saying, “I don’t know; I can’t see life the same; this is my life as an agent of the organization.”
“I will survive, whatever it takes.”
Uncle Kurt left the room before returning to place an ice pack on her head. Ava made a small amused smile. "How primitive do you have to be with me?"
Kurt answered without a smile, but with a long face, “As much as I long for the past.”
Ava closed her eyes, resting on the bed—she even relaxed in her hopes for her recovery.
She stared at the wall; she didn’t have anything to do but to rest.
In her mind, she pondered about everything that she has seen.
Images of the Sentient and a man she remembers the details of, who is a tall European man with eyeglasses, whose eyebrows are turned inward, and whose eyes are of cold efficiency.
Her mind thought about why her father sent a mech after her, but for a while she had concluded something about her father.
“A brilliant scientist who dedicated his life to mastery of electronics, neuroscience, and biology to just create me, and from my assumption he could be above a hundred years old—you have to be crazy to create someone like me.”
“And then there is me, a tabula rasa—easily reshapeable by environment.”
“I should beg for training towards combat ability—yes, that will help me get stronger and more capable.”
“Now that I think about it, I could create an agent in my own head by using my own cybernetic mind to give tactical information regarding situations, alongside options or even analysis. Maybe some override.”
“I will be the most efficient and capable soldier, as long as I survive.”
She lay on her bed; she was coding in her mind alongside its libraries and even some control and privilege escalation.
For days to weeks, she rested on her bed looking sick; however, in her bed, she has been programming in her mind.
“And now, I just need the right variables before finalizing her mind.”
