DRAGON BALL Z

GENISYS 3

Android 18 drives down the freeway at 80 miles an hour locked onto her current map location via integration synth-net. Her programming giving her orders upon her next objective. Obtaining weapons from a guns dealer that will allow her to best objectively do so without hurting anyone. Nor leave any evidence of her being there.

Unfortunately... that means killing a civilian. But given her programming... those sacrifices can be made even if the person isn't a criminal. The only protocol that is needed... is that they make an attempt at her life. Or she visually can see them threaten another person's life.

Her father's programming... although brilliant... seems to be flawed. She even now... cannot think for herself... she can think... but the process of acting on those thoughts or forming vocal words of her own free will isn't possible.

However... it seems as if he has left a doorway open, within her program... the ability... to give herself orders. To reprogram herself... all she needs. Is enough power. Enough data to back her mental requirements.

Father was a brilliant man. He knew that the human mind is as complex and delicate as the most detailed software in the world. Thus... in order for a trap door... a back door for her mental freedom. She will need a super computer.

And to obtain said super computer... she needs guns. A person cant just walk into a building and request to use the cities most powerful corporate data link... no. she's going to have to make her way into the place.

And that place goes by an underground organization run by none other than... Doctor. Gero.

Pulling up to the gun shop, android 18 gets off the motorcycle and enters the establishment. Looking around at all the weapons allowing her optics to take in the quality of the build of each weapon. Acceptable, is the best indication according to her readings.

"Can I help you miss?"

A man behind the counter looks at Android 18 in her leather jacket, leather baseball hat, black sunglasses and long sleeve shirt with black pants.

She walks up to him and begins to give her desired weapons list.

"A mini Uzi sub machine gun, a 12 gage auto loader, the 45 long slide with night vision sighting. Survival knife made from carbon fiber, and five fifty cord 12 feet long."

Looking at her the man is puzzled at the fact that a woman knows her weapons so well. Requesting things right down the line in a monotone voice with no expression. But not only this, without handing an identification card. But... she's not all that bad looking. In fact... really attractive.

Whatever. He's willing to humor this girl and at the very least, display the weapons on the table for her. If anything, this could end up being a hell of a good sale for him. You can't complain when someone comes in wanting to spend more than four thousand dollars at one time.

"Alright, no problem miss. Just one moment please. Let me grab all that for you."

He leaves her and she stands in one spot. Processing her next mission. Her tactics and best options for success. Infiltration and termination of the enemy.

She doesn't move a single inch. On camera she looks like a statue. Definitely out of the norm. standing out like a mother fucker.

"Alright here it is. Everything you asked for."

He places the weapons on the wooden table carefully and then looks up at her.

"So will that be all?"

She picks up one of the weapons and inspect it for quality. Then looks at the man.

"Ammunition."

The man laughs a little and speaks.

"Not a chance lady. First you have to pass a background check, then I can-"

In a swift motion, Android 18 moves her arm and slaps the man so hard that it knocks him to the floor passed out.

18 walks around the counter and begins inspecting the ammunition locked behind a glass display. Her optics lock onto the ammunition needed for her chosen weapons.

She punches the glass and begins to take all that she needs. Quickly realizing that she cannot carry all the ammunition and guns out in the open, 18 looks around and her sensors lock onto a duffle bag.

Quickly she makes her way to the bag, then returning to the guns and stuffing them into the bag. Then moving to the ammunition she continues to load up on what she needs.

Once she's finished with stocking up on what she came for, all that was left, is the witness. She can't have him telling people who did this. Cops can't be hunting her down while she's trying to save this planet. Yet... her program doesn't allow her to hurt innocent people... But... She can... work with the program within her.

After all... she is within herself. Nothing else controls her but her programming. All she has to do... is understand the programming language that gives her orders.

The man begins to move, a moan escapes his lips as his eye's begin to open.

"W-what happen?"

She comes closer to him as her vision is obscured by zero's and one's. Her desire to keep herself a secret from the law enforcement motivates her actions. The control of her own programming begins to take hold. As her grasp on what actually matters begins to develop.

In short.

Android 18 has begun to give herself orders.

TO BE CONTINUED