ZnK here with chapter ten! In this chapter, Harry meets Nirrti and leaves an excellent first impression! He also gains a lot more research material!
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Journal, May 2nd, 2001,
Truly, a shame... I was on leave, wanting to spend some time with Nym, and while that happened, it would appear as though Major Carter was visited by an Ascended being. So, I lost yet another opportunity to study an Ascended creature... I'm starting to think that this will be a running gag. Something very interesting will happen whenever I'm on leave. I may be lucky, but I have enough misfortune to suffer such a cosmic joke...
Well, at least I got some joy out of seeing the reactions of the SGC personnel upon introduction of Frank's Mk. II body. O'Neill, after overcoming his shock, took the opportunity to try to get into Frank's good graces by shaking hands with him. He immediately regretted this, though, when he found out that Frank's hands contain actuators strong enough to crush every bone in a human hand (about five hundred foot-pounds).
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Journal, June 15th, 2001,
I have spent a lot of time here, and in Area 51, working on new technologies, so I haven't been able to go on any off-world missions, which has me feeling a bit conflicted... After all, I love my work. I love showing off my skills, but... I really want to study what's out there... Especially that strange kid who fooled his way into SG-1 on one particular mission. He was part of a race called the Reol, who possessed a very peculiar defense mechanism. They excreted a chemical that allowed them to subject others to detailed hallucinations, making others see them as someone else and such. By Merlin, I really wanted to be able to study him... He created a lot of fuzz in the SGC, caused Colonel Simmons of the NID to be called in and conduct an investigation...
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Harry gave a triumphant laugh as he skipped through the corridors of the SGC, looking quite mad with the wide grin on his face. This was, truly, a great day! Yes, indeed! He puffed happily as he headed toward the briefing room, where he knew that SG-1 would be, to show his latest achievement.
However, he was surprised to see Daniel turning a corner and heading toward him, looking grave.
"Good evening, Daniel!" Harry said happily, blowing smoke through his nose. "What's got you down?"
"Harry, you need to come with me," Daniel said seriously. "Fraiser thinks she might need your help."
"Hm?"
"Just come with me."
"Er... Okay?"
So, later, Harry arrived in the infirmary, where Fraiser was waiting for him. In one of the beds was a teenaged girl, who looked in a bad shape.
"What's the situation?" Harry asked, turning his bolt.
"This is my daughter, Cassandra," Fraiser said, gesturing for the girl. "She's running a high fever, her bloodwork shows the presence of a retrovirus, and her body is somehow generating a low level electromagnetic field that's periodically spiking. This prevents me from doing an MRI to find out what other effects this retrovirus is having."
"Alright, let me take a look," Harry said, moving over to Cassandra and prying open her eyelids to look into her eye. "Is it contagious?"
"No."
"And I suspect it's like nothing you've ever encountered before?"
"I'm guessing she contracted it on her home planet," Fraiser said, confusing Harry, who looked back at her.
"I thought you said she was your... Wait, I read about a girl named Cassandra in one of SG-1's mission reports... Is this the same Cassandra who got a bomb placed inside her by Nirrti?"
"The very same. I adopted her."
"I see..." Harry said, moving back from Cassandra. "Then I'd like to go to her planet and try to find this retrovirus. If I find out the condition it thrives in, I might be able to develop a cure."
"I'll talk to General Hammond."
"Good. Frank."
Behind Harry, there was a distortion in the air, and suddenly, Frank faded into view, standing at attention, making Fraiser jump.
"Ready to serve, master."
"Cool, right?" Harry asked Fraiser, jutting his thumb over his shoulder to point at Frank. "I recently installed cloaking technology in Frank. Renders him invisible both to the naked eye, and to most sensors and cameras," he explained, then looked over his shoulder at Frank. "Go back to the lab. You won't be needed where we're going."
"Master, you do not believe me powerful enough to defend myself against threats?" Frank asked, sounding insulted. "While I admit that I would love a more destructive arsenal of weapons, I-"
"Don't worry, Frank. It's just that there won't be any enemies on the planet."
"Oh... Then I have lost interest and will go back to the lab, master."
Giving a bow of his head (since he could do that now), Frank left the infirmary. However, as he opened the infirmary door, he paused for a moment, staring at it, then raised his clutched fist into the air in a victory sign. Then, giving a monotone "Ha-ha-ha," he walked off.
No more than an hour later, Harry stepped out of the Stargate with the rest of SG-1, looking around. The planet looked normal enough, but Harry had read the mission reports. He knew that the people on the planet had all been wiped out.
The group headed to a nearby village, and then went into the forest as, according to SG-7, young women had went in there after contracting 'mind fire,' and come out cured. By this time, night had already fallen, and they had to maneuver using flashlights. Of course, Harry used the night vision in his right eye, something he made sure to brag about the second he started using it.
"Well, there's something," Daniel said suddenly, aiming his video camera at a tree with a glowing, green hand print on it. The rest of the team followed him to the tree and looked it over.
"It's a hand print," O'Neill deduced, getting a look from Harry.
"Well spotted."
O'Neill glared at Harry, who looked around.
"A fire burned here," Teal'c said, looking down at a campfire not far from the tree.
"You're all amazing detectives," Harry said with a snort as he lit a cigarette, skillfully ignoring the second glare O'Neill sent at him.
"Maybe we should collect some samples of the local vegetation?" Carter suggested. "I mean, it's possible there might be a natural cure around here."
"I rather doubt it," Harry said, but O'Neill nodded.
"Yeah! Let's collect some of that flora."
Daniel put his hand over the print and lightly pressed against it. A fire burst into life in the spot that had previously been nothing but ashes.
"Hello," O'Neill said curiously as he, Teal'c, and Harry walked over to the fire. Just then, a ring transporter was activated, taking them away into a lab of come sort, which was decorated with the usual Goa'uld gold and orange. The three of them started walking, taking a look around, and reached a desk of some sort.
"Carter? Daniel?" O'Neill spoke into his radio.
"I believe we are in a Goa'uld laboratory," Teal'c said, catching Harry's interest.
"Nirrti's, do you think?" he asked, and Teal'c nodded.
The ring transporter activated again, and O'Neill brought up his weapon, but when the glowing stopped, and the rings went up into the ceiling again, it showed Carter and Daniel. Daniel raised his hand in greeting.
"It's okay, it's just... it's us."
O'Neill nodded and lowered his weapon.
"So, where are we?" Carter asked, looking around.
"I believe we are in the laboratory of Nirrti," Teal'c informed them.
Daniel and Harry walked around, reaching a small circular table. Daniel picked up a stone plate and a smaller, rounder stone, running it over the surface of the plate and making Goa'uld text appear.
"You know, sir, if this is where the children ended up..." Carter started, and Daniel nodded.
"You're right about that."
"She didn't finish her sentence," O'Neill said.
"This place is what the initiation rite was all about. Hankan children suffering from the mind fever wander into the forest, it gets dark, they are drawn to the hand print on the tree, then to the warm fire, and the rings sweep them to this lab."
"And then they come back cured," Carter finished for Daniel, who nodded.
"Nirrti cured them?" O'Neill asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, it makes sense," Carter said, but O'Neill shook his head.
"No, it doesn't."
"Indeed, it seems a plausible explanation," Teal'c agreed.
"No! She killed everyone on this planet, except Cassie!" O'Neill said. "Why would she cure a bunch of kids?"
"Well, if I'm reading this right, it was part of some sort of experiment she was conducting," Daniel said, still studying the plate.
"Now, see, that sounds like a Goa'uld," O'Neill said.
"The last we saw of Nirrti, she was a prisoner of the System Lords," Teal'c said, getting a nod from Daniel.
"Which means she's in no position to help us, even if she... would..."
Harry touched a button on the table, making the center of it rise up. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that inside was contained a number of clear crystal rods with different lines on them, resembling DNA fingerprints.
Harry picked up one of the crystals and looked it over, holding it up to the light, humming. He noticed O'Neill staring at him with a raised eyebrow, as if to ask, "What?" Harry smiled.
"This is her data," Harry said. "Genetic samples gathered throughout her experiments. This is a treasure trove of information. The scientist in me is drooling at this."
"Well then, we'll take it with us," O'Neill said, and Harry nodded.
"We'll need to bring the table with us. This is sort of a fridge, keeping the samples fresh," Harry said. "But in the meantime, you guys go ahead, I'll be remaining here to study this place."
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"We bring everything," Harry said once morning arrived. They had been in the lab for hours now, and Harry had taken the time to study the genetic samples in the lab. Although he didn't have a microscope or any Goa'uld tools used to study them, his right eye was good enough to zoom in on the genetic samples enough to let him see at least something.
"Everything?" O'Neill asked as a panel in the back of the room slid up to reveal a large amount of Goa'uld tools. "Including that fridge thing?"
"Yep, I'll be taking this," Harry said, returning the genetic sample in his hand to the fridge, before pushing the button on the side again, allowing the rack to sink down into the fridge again. "You guys bring those tools."
"Alright, I wonder when you were put in charge of this unit..." O'Neill muttered as he took down one of the tools, looking at it strangely. Harry glanced at him.
"Would you like to deduce what all these things does, and what's important enough to bring?"
O'Neill stared at him for a long time, looking like he was considering what to say. Then, he nodded.
"Fair enough."
"Evolution," Daniel said suddenly, catching their attention. They turned to him to see that he was still studying the plate.
"What?"
"Of the Ho... Hok... Tar... Hok'tar... Teal'c, what is the Hok'tar?"
Teal'c looked a bit surprised to hear that.
"I have not heard that word in many years."
"Well, it's in reference to the children that underwent the initiation rites," Daniel said as he put the plate down on the desk, "so it obviously had something to do with the children, ri-"
Daniel was interrupted by the sound of the ring transporter, but no one appeared.
"Hello?" O'Neill said, keeping his weapon raised.
"Oh, sorry, guys. I may have just done that," Daniel said apologetically.
"Do it again, it's time to go," O'Neill said, and Harry disconnected the fridge before picking it up, easily carrying it as he went back to the ring transport, which took them out of the lab.
Later found Harry sitting in his own lab, looking over the genetic samples and tools brought back from P8X-987. There was no way he was going to be able to use the tools, considering he didn't have naquadah in his blood, which was needed to use them. He did, however, study them, and was sure that, given time, he would be able to create viable replacements for each tool.
However, this retrovirus was an annoying one. It was completely attached to Cassandra's genes, and it'd be next to impossible to remove it without damaging Cassandra's body... But then, when someone said something was impossible, then Harry just took it as a challenge, so...
The door to Harry's lab opened just then, and Harry swiveled around on his chair, to see Carter and Fraiser standing in the doorway.
"Ladies," he greeted with a nod. "What can I do for you?"
"Did you get any wiser from the genetic samples we brought back from Hanka?" Carter asked, and Harry nodded.
"Somewhat. I've learned all the stages of the mind fire, but I haven't come up with a workable cure just yet."
"Well, we can't expect it to happen in a day," Fraiser said, though Harry noticed that she looked in pain when she said it. Harry knew why. Cassandra was in the second stage of mind fire, and would soon enter the third, after which she would die. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Even with all these samples, is it that hard to develop a cure?" Carter asked, but Harry shook his head.
"On the contrary. Developing the cure that targets the retrovirus was a cake walk," he said, rolling over to the edge of his desk, taking out a test tube filled with a yellow liquid. "Getting the cure to target only the retrovirus, and not destroy genes it's attached to, however... Now that's a whole other story."
"So, what are we going to do?" Fraiser asked.
"I'm working on it," Harry said, lighting his twenty-sixth cigarette of the day. "Well, that and designing humanized healing devices and other things that should help me in my work."
"Can you build something like that?" Fraiser asked in surprise. Harry gave her a look.
"No, I just bought all the amazing technology in my possession on eBay. They're not at all my own designs."
Fraiser twitched.
"Spare me the sarcasm..."
"Then spare me the stupid questions," Harry said with a huff. "If I couldn't build it, I wouldn't even consider trying to make it. Wanting to build something you can't actually build would drive anyone crazy." Harry puffed slowly on his cigarette. Then, he asked, "How is she?"
"There's a twenty-five percent higher brain activity than normal, her fever is off the charts, but she's found a way to channel the heat through her body."
"She's nearing it..." Harry muttered.
"What?"
"She's nearing the third stage," Harry explained. "According to the genetic samples and reports I found, there are three stages to mind fire. First stage, her body is overcome by the changes, and she loses consciousness. The EM field gets uncontrollable, and she gets a high fever, due to her body working in overdrive trying to rewrite her DNA. Second stage, the rewriting process has begun. Her fever rises still, and the EM field goes haywire. At the end of the second stage, her body should have been rewritten enough to be able to instinctively control both the EM field, and any other powers that might surface. Third stage, she enters the final rewriting stage, where her entire body breaks down, organs fail, blood boils, the works. This should result in a large fit of convulsions, because of her nervous system breaking down. Her brain will overheat, and then..."
Harry sighed as he puffed on his cigarette.
"Yes?" Fraiser urged. Harry looked at her with a neutral look on his face.
"She'll die."
"Is there nothing we can do?" Fraiser asked. Harry scoffed and placed the test tube back in its holder, before rolling over to the center of his desk, where he had already started working on a device.
"Well, you could let me continue working on this healing device, and hope for the best."
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Harry sat in his lab, working on his healing device, when the alarms went off, alerting him to an intruder in the base. Almost positive that this had something to do with Cassandra, he hummed to himself, contemplating joining the search for the intruder, but he then decided his time would be better spent working on this guidance system, rather than sweeping the base. But what if it was Nirrti?
This made Harry pause. According to the mission reports, Nirrti possessed the technology to become invisible. Not only that, but she had an overabundance of knowledge regarding this retrovirus. If those fools killed her...
His eyes widening, Harry shot out of his chair and left the lab, heading straight for Isolation Room Four. When he got there, however, he found someone on the floor, wearing a burka-like outfit. O'Neill was kneeling over her, and moved the veil away to show a middle-aged woman with an onyx attached to her forehead.
"Nirrti?" Harry asked, announcing his presence, and O'Neill nodded. Harry was just about to speak, when Cassandra suddenly started convulsing in her bed, making Fraiser's eyes widen.
"Cassie?" she asked, panic in her voice. "Cassie! Don't do this! We need to get her out of here."
She moved around the bed Cassandra was in as several medics rushed into the room.
"Come on! Let's move! Roll her over..."
The medics rolled Cassandra over onto her side, while Fraiser attached a breath mask to her face.
"She's entered the third stage!" Harry said, rushing over. He took Cassandra's pulse, then pried her eye open to look into it.
"What do we do?" Fraiser asked. She was panicking. She was losing her grip on her medicine. Not strange, considering her own daughter's life was at stake.
"Take her to Isolation Room Three," Harry ordered. "Try administering seventy milligram of Dantrolene. That should counteract the fever. If she wakes up, give her a drop ten of Valium. She won't survive for much longer if she's conscious. This way, we may be able to keep her alive long enough to save her."
Fraiser nodded, and they wheeled her out, while Harry headed back to his lab.
He didn't stay in his lab for long, however. Instead, he only used his computer to find out where Nirrti was being held, then sat down on his chair and wheeled himself out of the lab.
"Open the door, open the door!"
Harry was speeding through the corridor on his wheeled chair, heading straight for the door that led to the room holding Nirrti. The guard outside flinched at Harry's speed and struggled to swipe the card through the entry lock, before opening the door to allow Harry to roll inside. Harry reached the door...
...and the chair got caught on the metal door seal, causing him to tip over and crash into the holding room.
"Ow..." he muttered, laying on his back on the floor, still seated in his chair, his arms to the sides, a cigarette in his mouth, looking up at Nirrti, who blinked down at him. "So much for a proper first impression..."
Harry got up and stood his chair up, before closing the door behind him and sitting down backwards on the chair, leaning forward against the backrest.
"So... You're Nirrti..."
"And you are the scientist Harry Potter," Nirrti said. At Harry's surprised look, she smirked. "You didn't think I only accessed the medical records during my time in this base, did you?"
Harry smiled, puffing on his cigarette.
"No, I guess you didn't... I've been looking over some of your work. Very impressive stuff. Cold, immoral, cruel, but impressive."
"I suppose I should thank you for the compliment. And let me compliment you, my friend. During my time here, I gained access to records regarding what you have supplied the Tau'ri with. May I say that your work is equally impressive. Not as cold, immoral, cruel as my own work, but impressive."
The corners of Harry's mouth curved up into a smirk.
"Hoh, is that a tone of interest I hear in your voice?"
"You have done very impressive work in your time here. And your personality is very appealing. Such a shame you are a human."
"Such a shame you're not," Harry countered, and Nirrti smirked. Then, he got down to business, his eyes turning cold and serious. "Cassandra entered the third stage."
"So I've been told."
"You can help me cure her. I have developed the cure for the retrovirus, and replicated a Goa'uld healing device. I can't, however, replicate the guidance system you use to give the cure its target in time to save her. You can help me with the construction of it."
"And what do you offer in return?" Nirrti asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.
"Well..." Harry rolled closer. "I'll refrain from asking General Hammond to allow me to vivisect you to find out your secrets."
"You wouldn't kill me. The life of a child is at stake here," Nirrti said, obviously thinking Harry was bluffing. Judging by the surprise on her face, she hadn't expected Harry to grin like a madman.
"You've read my file, Nirrti. Tell it to a man with a conscience. The life of a child I don't even know in return for being allowed to study your formidable mind and learn your secrets? I'll take it."
"You wouldn't dare go behind the back of your superiors."
"Maybe not, but consider this... If you dawdle, and Cassandra dies... you're all mine."
"You need to offer me something more."
"Alright, how about this? You help me create my guidance system, and you willingly offer us information on the Goa'uld, and I'll make sure you get to work alongside me in my lab, doing whatever it is the SGC wants us to do."
"That's it?" Nirrti asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry smirked.
"Of course, some side-projects may appear along the way."
"Unacceptable. I refuse to aid the Tau'ri. I want freedom."
"Alright, I'll arrange your freedom. But without your nifty little invisibility device. I want to study that."
"And I want a sample of Cassandra's blood."
Harry chuckled.
"Do you really believe I'd let you go with something like that?"
"Those are my terms."
"Unacceptable terms," Harry said, rising from his chair and moving over to the door, pulling his chair with him. He raised his hand to knock.
"Wait!" Nirrti called, and Harry paused, turning to look at her. She gave him a venomous look. "My freedom. That is all I ask."
"Very good."
The door was suddenly opened, and Fraiser came inside, holding a gun, which she aimed at Nirrti, who stiffened.
"Dr. Fraiser... What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"I have no choice," Fraiser said.
"Yes, you do. I've already convinced her to help us. I just need to take it up with General Hammond."
"You have?" Fraiser asked in shock.
Within moments, General Hammond, O'Neill, Carter, Daniel, and Teal'c entered the room. Harry looked at Hammond.
"General, Nirrti has graciously accepted the terms of helping me develop my guidance system in exchange for her freedom, without the invisibility device, and without a sample of Cassandra's blood."
"I had already planned on making that demand, Dr. Potter," Hammond said, nodding. "I'll let you get to work immediately."
"Too bad you are not a Goa'uld," Nirrti said as she was pulled to her feet by two airmen. "You would have been great."
"I'll take that as an insult, and respond accordingly," Harry said, smirking. "Too bad you're not a human. You would have been great."
Nirrti glared at him as he led the way to his lab.
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"Are you sure this will work?" Fraiser asked as Harry stood over Cassandra's bed. He was fitted with the healing device and the guidance system. Both devices were steel-and-latex gloves, a small box on the back of the healing device with buttons on it, and a similar box on the guidance system, only this one had only a display on it. On the palms of both hands were crystals, an orange one on the healing device, and a green one on the guidance system.
"This will work," Harry promised, holding his hands over Cassandra as the crystals on the devices started glowing. "Administer the cure."
Fraiser nodded and stuck a syringe in Cassandra's arm, pumping the yellow contents into her veins. The monitors surrounding the bed were beeping, showing the word 'Critical!' Harry activated the two devices and started running his hands over Cassandra. The display on the back of his left hand showed an X-ray of Cassandra's body, and he kept his eyes peeled on it.
"Targeting the retrovirus now," he muttered as he ran his left hand over Cassandra's body, guiding the cure to the retrovirus, followed by his right hand, which healed the damage already done to Cassandra's body. "So far, no complications... The cure is moving around the cells and targeting only the retrovirus."
This went on for about five minutes, and then, Harry pulled his hands back.
"It's done," he said and looked to the monitor, which continued to show 'Critical!'
"You waited too long," Nirrti informed him, standing behind Harry.
"Try again," Fraiser ordered Harry, who started to take off the devices.
"Give it a minute."
They waited. Then, Cassandra started coughing, making Fraiser's eyes widen.
"Vital signs are all returning to normal," Carter announced, looking over the monitors.
Cassandra gasped for breath, and took off the breath mask. She noticed Nirrti in the back, and her eyes widened fearfully.
"Mom?" she asked, glancing at Fraiser, who smiled.
"It's okay," she said softly. "I'm here."
"I have honored my part," Nirrti told Harry, who nodded.
"That you have. Let's go to the Gate room."
The two left the room and headed straight for the control room, where Nirrti gave Sergeant Davis a set of coordinates, and they then headed down into the Gate room.
"These coordinates are new to us," Harry said as the Gate started dialing. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"It is not my final destination," Nirrti said. "Without a sample of her blood, I will have to begin my experiment again, especially since you have emptied my lab."
"That's too bad," Harry said nonchalantly.
"At least you have honored this much of our bargain. In your place, I doubt I would have done the same."
"You know, the offer still stands," Harry said, turning his bolt. "In exchange for information and cooperation, you could join me in my lab."
"I thank you for your consideration, but I work best alone. Unless you were a Goa'uld, of course. Then I would have gladly accepted you as my mate."
"Somehow, the thought of that doesn't disgust me," Harry said, humming. "I must be getting jaded."
The wormhole was established, and they both watched the kawoosh. Nirrti started walking up the ramp, then stopped and turned to look at Harry.
"You have a very impressive mind, Dr. Potter. Despite being a Tau'ri, I look forward to our next meeting."
With that, she went through the Gate, and Harry was left chuckling as he lit a cigarette, puffing on it a few times.
"The feeling is mutual..." he muttered, a smirk on his face.
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Harry was sitting in his lab, working. Behind him, the MED&PNIS was working on auto-pilot, extracting information from the Apophis Goa'uld. Wires went from the computer to the tank where an unmoving Apophis was held. Harry, meanwhile, was working on a Replicator block. Next to him was a Ma'Tok Gatling cannon. Having finished with what he was doing, Harry grabbed two wires that had been connected to the Gatling cannon, and placed them against the Replicator block.
The cannon was also connected to Harry's computer, so when the wires touched the Replicator block, information started showing up on the computer screen, such as current power supply and such.
"This is pretty amazing," Harry said with a smirk as he looked the stats over. "Two of these alone could power my larger weapons..."
Harry sat in silence for a moment, then set down the Replicator block and rose from his chair.
"Frank, I'm heading out for a bit. Stay in this lab, and don't scare anyone with your new cloaking technology."
In the corner of the lab stood Frank, whose shoulders slumped at hearing that.
"Master, you are very cruel to this unit... Not only do you prevent me from ridding this world of your meatbag companions, but you keep me from even filling them with a crushing sensation of fear..."
"Frank, since I gave you that body and cloaking technology, you have caused several heart attacks, and caused many airmen to quit from fear," Harry said, fishing a piece of paper out of his pocket and holding it up, showing a long list of people who had quit, and people who had been forced to quit due to an inability to work. "If you claim that I keep you from instilling fear, what do you call this?"
"Scoreboard."
Harry snorted and set the paper down on the desk.
"Why don't you give this a read and enjoy? Maybe that should help you get rid of your feelings of inadequacy, knowing just how much trouble you have caused so far?"
"Perhaps, master."
With that, Harry left the lab.
He had to admit, Frank was a perfect creation. However, these new AIAU units that had been brought in, all of them installed with the same design of semi-intelligence that Harry had created for them... eh... They were a bit annoying, he had to admit.
Only five of them had been finished, but five was enough, in Harry's opinion. Two of them were constantly guarding the Gate Room, while the other three were patrolling the halls.
Speaking of the AIAU units...
One of them approached Harry, wearing the treads mount. Unlike Frank, this unit was colored red, and had a blue visor. Stamped on its forehead was AIAU-G1.
An audible gasp was heard from the sentry as it rolled up to Harry at an increased speed, and Harry had to suppress a groan.
"Ooh, it's the creator! How are you? Who am I? Where is this place? Are you my daddy?"
Harry's upper lip curved in disdain at hearing the child-like, robotic voice talking with such excitement.
"You already know the answer to those questions... Why are you asking me?" Harry muttered.
"I just wanted to hear your voice, father," G1 said, rolling back and spinning on the spot. "It was everything I dreamed! Joyous day! I envy my brother for having arms. Otherwise I would hug you!"
Giving some kind of whoop of joy, which changed pitch every half-second, the G1 stopped spinning and kept rolling down the corridor, its programming forcing it to resume patrol mode. Harry stood there, staring at it, then slowly reached up and turned his bolt, heaving a great sigh.
"When I designed them to be annoying, I quite honestly hadn't added to my calculations the fact that they would hang around me as well..."
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End of chapter ten! What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! And yes, the AIAU-G units sound like GLaDOS's personality cores from Portal. Alright, next chapter, Harry gets to meet the Tollans and study their ion cannons! Also, Frank's brand new cloaking technology will come in very handy! Harry also manages to make something of the information gathered from the Replicators!