It had been about a week since Persica and Lycoris had arrived at IOP, and oddly enough things had been going well for once. He expected absolutely nothing to get done but they had been making good work. Persica was making great progress on a better mobility system based on artificial muscle polymers, and Lycoris was hard at work making a new AI package.

The only problem with what he was able to assemble so far was that it lacked any sort of improvisation or humanity. The problems with this are two-fold: for one, it made it much less effective in a situation where command is out of reach, basically rendering them useless. The second problem is that it made it harder for the human elements of a force to relate to the dolls. Sure this wasn't a big issue, but when you had to trust these things with your life, you better well feel like you can trust them.

He had done enough thinking for now, Lycoris finished his shitty coffee and made his way to the lab. It seemed Persica's modifications to his coffee machine randomly mixed the elements of the coffee to make something guaranteed to be awful. It might be too thin, too thick, too sweet, not sweet enough, almost completely unfiltered, it was basically impossible to guess what you would get any particular time you used it. That only added to the infuriation.

For whatever strange reason despite having put in 5 separate requests to have the thing replaced the piece of shit was still sitting there. He was half ready to barge into the quartermaster's office himself, but he wasn't that irritated yet.

He walked up to the lab door, sliding his ID badge over the card reader. With a green flash and a beep the door opened and he entered the lab, ready to get to work. He expected to see something weird going on, but he did not expect to see Persica and Kryuger talking in front of a massive mainframe computer that looked like it wouldn't be out of place in the 1970s.

Lycoris made his way over, inspecting the massive machine which had been placed in the corner. All the text was in Russian, and a large bit of text on the side of it read OGAS.

"What the fuck is this thing?"

"Oh hi Lycoris, Mr. Kryuger just came back from a mission in Russia and brought this thing back with him, said he didn't know what it was so he wanted us to figure that out."

"Damn right, I just cleared out an old bunker crawling with 90wish dolls. I took all of them out single-handedly. Then, I finally got to the thing they were protecting, this massive piece of shit." Said, beginning another of his long winded questionably realistic stories.

"It's nice to see your stories don't get any more believable," Lycoris said with a sigh

"Since IOP didn't have a helicopter that could lift this thing I carried it all the way here on my back. I got from the Urals all the way back here within 48 hours."

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that Mr. Kryuger? This thing weighs like 10 tons, how the fuck do you expect me to believe you carried this on your back… Wait a minute, how did you even get this in here? I'm not even sure this would fit in the damn door."

"You're right, it didn't, I took a shortcut through the wall." He said, pointing to a massive, mainframe size hole in the back wall behind "OGAS"

Lycoris moved around to the side and saw a massive hole in the wall. The floor behind OGAS was covered in rubble, and he could see the 6 inches of concrete clearly. On the other side, there were a bunch of people gathered around who looked just as dumbfounded as he did.

This had to be some kind of prank Persica was playing on him. There was no way that man forced his way through 6 inches of concrete.

"When you are done gawking Lycoris I would like to get started on getting this thing functional."

"Oh yeah, ok."

Kryuger then began to make his way to the door, waving his hand as if to say "See ya later."

This left Lycoris and Persica alone to work on this thing themselves. Step one was to see if the thing turned on, the transport from Russia to Switzerland almost certainly damaged a few components, but it never hurt to just see if it would turn on before you popped it open.

After hooking up the computer directly to some exposed electrical cables left over from Kryugers blunt entrance, it seemed that it was working perfectly. The old CRT monitor started running down a series of diagnostics in Russian, and there seemed to be no problems so far.

Once it was finished, the computer displayed merely a question and a response field.

Hello. Where am I?

L: IOP

What in the name of Lenin is IOP?

Seemed like they had an early AI on their hands, typing responses would get tiring after a while, Lycoris had a different plan.

"Persica can I get one of the T-Doll vocalization modules?"

"Sure." She replied, tossing one from the doll she was working on over.

Lycoris took a bit to jury-rig the module onto the old hardware. This thing was definitely ancient, at the very latest 1972. It had magnetic tape reels and loud magnetic drives abound. It also had more dust than his grandmother's bookshelf, which made it even harder to actually install the module.

Once it was installed he just had to jury-rig the AI's programming to interface with it, and like magic, the thing was done.

"Ура́! It is good to have a voice again comrades! You don't know how long it has been since I have had a voice! However, it appears that I can't see anything. Would you mind telling me where I am?" Said the computer in a joyous, rather eccentric sounding Russian accent.

"An IOP Compound outside of Geneva." Lycoris replied

When he saw that it was an old Russian AI, he never expected it to pick such a stereotypical voice. He sounded like he would be more at home drinking vodka during The Battle of Stalingrad than in a computer system.

"This IOP? I still don't know what that is. I really don't care either, where is that "Kryuger?" I have seen many soldiers in my day but none matched his prowess! He would make Zhukov blush!"

"He left to go do something, don't know why don't really care." Persica said as she slid by in her office chair moving to another desk to continue her own work.

"A shame I tell you! A shame! I would love to share a vodka with that man!"

"You realize you are a computer right? You can't get drunk."

"That never stopped me before."

"I'm not even going to ask."

Lycoris spent the rest of the day asking the computer questions, however, most of them he refused to answer until he received "A good helping of Vodka." Lycoris, not knowing how to comply with this request, simply gave up after a while. He would figure out a solution the next day, for now he was tired.