Note: The main characters of this change point of view during some
chapters. Just a note to avoid confusion.
Genocide Heart: Part 1
The last blow to the CPU of the Sky Fortress, RB3, made a shocking revelation to her struggling mind. I know I'm wrong, but. I just can't admit it to myself. This is not a matter of pride. I. I just don't want it to be over. Closing her eyes she tried to banish the sounds of the burning machinery around her.
Dr. Leonard B. Edison was one of the greatest Mec engineers in his field, Artificial Intelligence. He was revered even though he had only achieved his greatness at the age of 18. They would call him a prodigy, give a toast to him at parties, and try to solicit him into making their plans of political domination real. After all, why hire an assassin that can lead back to you when you can buy one without any drawbacks, as the deadly servants never missed their target.
Leonard never asked what his creations were used for. Deep down he knew but he thought that if he didn't hear it directly it wasn't true. One day not on request he decided to work on a companion, a humanoid model. She would be able to think, grow, and have her own emotions. The body was that of an older woman, about 20, but he knew that he would still have to teach her as if she was a child. He needed to find the last parts, a human heart and brain, and coiling of an electric eel.
The eel coils were easy to get and modify, their sole purpose being to charge the body's battery. She would be able to make her own energy but like humans she would have to sleep or her battery would fail her.
He didn't like the idea but to get the other two parts he would need to go to the morgue. The sight of the bodies being strolled back and forth through the hallways made him wonder how anyone could stand this job. A great lament came from around the corner of the dimly lit sterile passage. In her arms she held a coughing child, tears streaming down her face onto the child's.
"Don't worry. Shhhhhh." The mother rocked the child slowly in her arms. Leonard was intrigued. He walked up to the woman.
"Miss might I inquire of your predicament? Why are you in the Morgue?" He then realized it should be her asking the same question. She began to respond but without lifting her head.
"We have been poisoned by the Basilisk, its only hours before we to shall be among the dead." She pulled up a little of her skirt to reveal the wound. Her leg was gray and covered in fine crystal. She let the skirt drop. A look of pure agony was across her face. Looking closer Leonard saw the child's arms were folded, as if it were cold. The arms were actually fused together in a latticework of purple and gray crystal. He felt sorry for them but motioned that he must continue on. The morticians new he was coming and had variety of human viscera for him, all from the bodies of the homeless or those that simply had no family to retrieve the body. He mainly wanted a heart and brain of a child around 12, that way it could still be taught but would already have skills like walking and speaking down. Memories were already gone from a dead brain, but instincts were not.
Looking through the statistics of the dead but he could not find any of use to him. Drug addicts, people with violent natures, chronic illness. They had no application. He needed something innocent, young, with a desire to live. Leaning back to a table it occurred to him. The little girl poisoned by the Basilisk!
Running back through the hall he looked left and right in search of the woman and her child. They were gone. A nurse walked by.
"Miss! Did you see a woman here with Basilisk poisoning? She had a child with her."
"Yeah, the mother said her child didn't deserve to die so painfully or something. They went into Dr. Nusakan's room." Suddenly he knew what they were doing.
Finally after a run through all the different corridors, even knocking people over, he reached room 903. Opening the door he saw Nusakan at his desk filling paper work and to the left a mother and child with peaceful looks on their faces, but their chests didn't rise. There were at peace in more than one way. Leonard made a reverent bow to the departed two and tock a few steps towards Nusakan's desk.
"I've been expecting you." Dr. Nusakan said casually. He bent over the desk with his hands clasped together. "You see this way you get what you want and they got what they wanted, fair exchange, yes?"
"How did you? You knew what I needed?"
"I did not spend 300 years learning to read thoughts for nothing. Anyway I must be off, take you prize and leave. I must warn you though, a man named Virgil once said, be careful when playing god, because unless you are god your creations can defeat you."
Author's note: Oi. I really need to work on this one.
Genocide Heart: Part 1
The last blow to the CPU of the Sky Fortress, RB3, made a shocking revelation to her struggling mind. I know I'm wrong, but. I just can't admit it to myself. This is not a matter of pride. I. I just don't want it to be over. Closing her eyes she tried to banish the sounds of the burning machinery around her.
Dr. Leonard B. Edison was one of the greatest Mec engineers in his field, Artificial Intelligence. He was revered even though he had only achieved his greatness at the age of 18. They would call him a prodigy, give a toast to him at parties, and try to solicit him into making their plans of political domination real. After all, why hire an assassin that can lead back to you when you can buy one without any drawbacks, as the deadly servants never missed their target.
Leonard never asked what his creations were used for. Deep down he knew but he thought that if he didn't hear it directly it wasn't true. One day not on request he decided to work on a companion, a humanoid model. She would be able to think, grow, and have her own emotions. The body was that of an older woman, about 20, but he knew that he would still have to teach her as if she was a child. He needed to find the last parts, a human heart and brain, and coiling of an electric eel.
The eel coils were easy to get and modify, their sole purpose being to charge the body's battery. She would be able to make her own energy but like humans she would have to sleep or her battery would fail her.
He didn't like the idea but to get the other two parts he would need to go to the morgue. The sight of the bodies being strolled back and forth through the hallways made him wonder how anyone could stand this job. A great lament came from around the corner of the dimly lit sterile passage. In her arms she held a coughing child, tears streaming down her face onto the child's.
"Don't worry. Shhhhhh." The mother rocked the child slowly in her arms. Leonard was intrigued. He walked up to the woman.
"Miss might I inquire of your predicament? Why are you in the Morgue?" He then realized it should be her asking the same question. She began to respond but without lifting her head.
"We have been poisoned by the Basilisk, its only hours before we to shall be among the dead." She pulled up a little of her skirt to reveal the wound. Her leg was gray and covered in fine crystal. She let the skirt drop. A look of pure agony was across her face. Looking closer Leonard saw the child's arms were folded, as if it were cold. The arms were actually fused together in a latticework of purple and gray crystal. He felt sorry for them but motioned that he must continue on. The morticians new he was coming and had variety of human viscera for him, all from the bodies of the homeless or those that simply had no family to retrieve the body. He mainly wanted a heart and brain of a child around 12, that way it could still be taught but would already have skills like walking and speaking down. Memories were already gone from a dead brain, but instincts were not.
Looking through the statistics of the dead but he could not find any of use to him. Drug addicts, people with violent natures, chronic illness. They had no application. He needed something innocent, young, with a desire to live. Leaning back to a table it occurred to him. The little girl poisoned by the Basilisk!
Running back through the hall he looked left and right in search of the woman and her child. They were gone. A nurse walked by.
"Miss! Did you see a woman here with Basilisk poisoning? She had a child with her."
"Yeah, the mother said her child didn't deserve to die so painfully or something. They went into Dr. Nusakan's room." Suddenly he knew what they were doing.
Finally after a run through all the different corridors, even knocking people over, he reached room 903. Opening the door he saw Nusakan at his desk filling paper work and to the left a mother and child with peaceful looks on their faces, but their chests didn't rise. There were at peace in more than one way. Leonard made a reverent bow to the departed two and tock a few steps towards Nusakan's desk.
"I've been expecting you." Dr. Nusakan said casually. He bent over the desk with his hands clasped together. "You see this way you get what you want and they got what they wanted, fair exchange, yes?"
"How did you? You knew what I needed?"
"I did not spend 300 years learning to read thoughts for nothing. Anyway I must be off, take you prize and leave. I must warn you though, a man named Virgil once said, be careful when playing god, because unless you are god your creations can defeat you."
Author's note: Oi. I really need to work on this one.