York had been wandering the wreckage for about an hour. The ship, was a UNSC Broadsword fighter by the name of The Tempest, it had been shot down by innies and was carrying precious cargo. Of course, said precious cargo was hard to find.
The director had told York that the package was of the up most importance, but he didn't tell him what it was.
York sighed, and lifted up some metal only to find a dead pilot with something in his hands. Carefully prying them open York noticed a small metal container.
He lifted it from the hand and fiddled with it. Nothing. He placed it in the bag on his leg and searched the pilot for anything else.
After declaring there was nothing left to find, he called 479er and stepped into the pelican, who was occupied by the twins, North and South. The pelican quickly roared to life and they headed home.
It took several hours and lots of hard work. The Director ran a hand through his black hair. He was tired, but ever so determined to get that darned box open.
The science team had tried everything.
They tried cutting it. Nothing.
They tried lasing it. Nothing.
He'd even resorted to Maine. Of course, this box was made to last.
He sighed once more. He was about to call it a day when one last thought occurred. Alpha.
"Alpha, I need your assistance." His southern drawl of a voice barked.
Alpha soon appeared by the container and scanned it.
"Uhh... you realise what's inside here don't you?" He asked.
"No, I do not. Enlighten me, Alpha." He returned, curiosity peaking.
Alpha gave a smirk behind his helmet.
"Sir, what's inside this box is very high tech indeed, but I can do better than tell you." His smirk growing into a fully fledged grin.
With a few calculations and tapping of virtual keys, the box began to hum with life. It was glowing a bright purple and started to click.
The Director's eyes widened in fascination.
This was going to rocket propel the project.
The titanium-steel alloy box then popped open to reveal the most up-to-date technology the UNSC had to offer.
Though, this technology was technically stolen from them.
The box housed two full AI cards, one blood red, the other sky blue.
"Get them to terminals immediately!" The Director ordered the science team.
Redd's POV:
Hibernation was boring for me, as soon as I was brought back online, I thought I was in the ONI base, evidently not.
I looked for my brother, Blu. I noticed a blue figure in armour, but Blu didn't wear a suit. The figure was indeed another AI I didn't recognise.
"Hello, I'm Alpha." The armoured man greeted.
I stared him down.
"Where's Blu?" I asked stubbornly.
"I assumed your name is Red then?" He replied, avoiding the question.
"Two D's." I corrected him.
He nodded in understanding.
The room we were in wasn't real, it was obviously a simulation. I could feel it. Being a 4.0 had its own benefits.
"When I tried scanning you, there was something different about your coding, your core is far more advanced than it should be." Alpha stared at me with curiosity.
"Riemann matrix 2.0." I simply replied.
He tilted his head.
"But all generation 3 AIs have 1.0's?" He questioned.
I laughed, he clearly didn't understand what me and Blu were.
"Yeeaah, that's the thing. We aren't generation 3's. Try generation 4." I winked. Alpha took a step back. Bewildered at what I'd just him.
Blu's POV:
It had been a while but we were finally at the base. I stood up to greet the UNSC official. But the man in front of me wasn't the man me and Redd were supposed to see.
"Hello there, do you know your name?" He asked me.
I nodded. "Blu, sir."
"It's nice to meet you Blu, my name is Director Church, but you may call me Director." He informed.
"If you don't mind me asking, where am I sir and where is my brother?" I inquired.
The Director turned to face another terminal. "Alpha, bring forth the Brother AI." He ordered at it. As he did so, two AIs appeared next to each other.
The Director could see the resemblance in us both, as he kept looking back and forth at me and Redd.
Of course, being twin AIs should really give it away.
We were both wearing hooded jackets and jeans, accustomed to our primary colour.
"Twin AIs?" The Director mumbled to himself.
"If I may sir, can it be arranged that Redd be placed into my terminal? I don't like being away from him." I asked. Redd nodding in agreement.
The Director complied and pulled Redd's card out. However, his avatar stayed at the other terminal waiting. This was nothing new for me, but the Director and his other AI, Alpha was it? Looked at him in complete awe. Redd's card was then placed into the terminal and Redd's hologram jogged over to me.
The Director opened his mouth to speak but was left speechless. He shut his mouth and left the room.
Redd and Blu stood there, bored out of there cores.
"How the hell did we end up here, Blu?" Redd asked.
"Because you two were stolen." Alpha spoke from behind them. He jumped from his terminal to theirs.
"What do you mean stolen?" Blu interrogated.
"The ship you were being carried on was shot down by Innies, they clearly knew the ship had something of importance on it. Luckily, we got to you before they did." He replied cryptically.
"How exactly did we get on this ship?" Blu asked again.
"One of the agents in the project retrieved you, took his time though." Alpha informed.
They both nodded in understanding.
Just then, the Director returned.
"Redd, Blu, I have a proposition for you. How would you lie to help us test some prototypes?" He asked. A slight smirk on huis face revealing some excitement.
Two robots were then wheeled into the room. By the looks of them they were clearly designed for combat.
Redd and Blu stared at the prototypes in astonishment.
"We'll do it."
Author's note: Hey guys, I decided I was bored so I decided to write something while I find some inspiration for PFIMM. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Have a good one!
-Hydra