As the progenitor super-soldier body growing vats were being set up with Alana's already making new body, I try to find a way to alter blueprints and hopefully make new war toys entirely.

I managed to change the number of walls in a building. That's about it. I use it to make individual rooms for each vat. I think when they wake up, they deserve some privacy. The fact that I have cameras present in there should be ignored. It was somewhat difficult since the fab-bots are to to walk through the doors and walking in sideways would take too much time. So, I have to use air-fabs from my (finally) constructed air factory and build the furniture in before making the roof. A bit tedious but I'm patient (for now).

As that goes on. I constructed several orbital launchers and made them send orbital-fabs to make me some damn spaceships! The relay is inactive for now and I will not risk it being activated and have a Batarian raider fleet swoop in and fuck my shit. Or the council.

Fuck the council!

I use the Astraeus to launch more fabs on other planets and moons. I'll drown them in numbers.

I just hope that with the help of progenitors I'll get better ships. The Omega warship can travel across the system but it's only three hundred meters long and it would take a real long time to build. To make a fleet of them… not sure it's worth it.

So, what now? I made everything somewhat automated. Fabs take deposits, make bases on other planets, link teleporters, so on and so forth. I guess I'll just have to wait. I also started stacking up on bot army, made a few vehicle factories and churned out a couple of Ant tanks. They are somewhat light, but they'll do just fine. Especially with the support of Grenadiers and Doxes. Not to mention air support.

If I had access to some editing program, I would make an underground base where I could be protected from orbital fire and make some Ares titans. Last resort only.

Yeah, that's the weird thing. Ares titan tank costs slightly less than Omega battleship. Simply because they are about the similar size and has slightly less volume. Unit size is weird.

Ah well. For now, I'll wait till something happens.

Actually! I just remembered. When I found the file on Alana the smartestest of gals I just put the entire section of those profile files into the background. And forgot.

Bože můj. I'm terrible at this A.I. stuff.

So, I sift through the files again this time reading every single one of them. I cheat a bit by finally mastering perception of time. I'm willing to go up to one thousand frames per second. Anymore and I feel a bit… paranoid in loosing myself in the machine. Probably just paranoia but hey, can't be too careful.

Here I notice something weird. I just went through around two hundred thousand profiles and I have yet to find someone who isn't an engineer or a scientist. Well there's one artist but that's about it. Where are the politicians, administrators or governors? Ya' know. People who know how to talk to the crowd and lead.

I guess I can understand why politicians wouldn't be as high if they were anything like our human ones. Continents of shit with few gold deposits. Then again, the number of politicians I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt can be counted on a Quarian hand.

Also, should probably stop thinking about past lives politics when they mean nothing here.

Where was I again? The people. Right. There's total of one and a half million Progenitors that I can upload into their new bodies. Even with my hard drive capacity there's a limit. I have their entire minds with all memories. I can't sift through them though.

Progenitors have perfect memories. Who knew? It sure as hell wasn't in their biology files.

I look back at the vat that was designed for making super soldiers and do a double take on the person within. I didn't exactly pay attention and had those cameras running in background.

Apparently super-vats don't just grow bodies super-fast they take their already OP PLS NERF bodies and make them even better.

The body of a female Progenitor in there is ripped. Weird thing is it's a minimal amount of muscles for their super soldiers and apparently their muscles are somehow less dense without losing any strength.

I just. Like. How did you lose?!

Fuck it. I'll ask when she gets out.

Just looking at her body makes me aroused. Somehow. And isn't that concerning. An A.I. that has a sex drive.


I feel my lungs take in air for the first time in who knows how long. As I open my eyes, I see everything in green hued blur and hear beeping signaling the completion of the body making process.

As the fluid starts to leave the vat I'm in I feel it rotate so that my body would lay on it like on an operating table.

The glass curved door that separated me from the rest of the world opened.

And I immediately cough out all the sterile fluid from my lungs. Right, the fluid also delivers oxygen when the body is growing.

My vision is still somewhat blurry though it clears after a few blinks. Then I stir only to stop.

A new body. A body of a super soldier. It feels so alien.

So, I slowly get up into a sitting position and clench and unclench my fists, do some basic hand coordination exercises, connecting thumbs with other fingers and such.

My gaze moves along the right hand. Perfectly defined muscles next to no fat to be seen. I flex my arm muscles and see how they move. The rest of the body is pretty much the same. Well defined abs, legs. My breasts are definitely bigger than in my previous body. Actually, my whole figure is probably much more attractive than the previous body. Not that hard since I wasn't…good. Not really a fan of muscles but I'm not going to complain.

I'm surprised that both my breasts and nether region are covered by fabric.

Oh, right. Vagul wouldn't shut up about covering those parts. For a biologist specializing in biology of both the Progenitor and its…subsidiaries, he was a really shy man.

I move myself to the edge of the vat/table and put my feet on the ground. I shudder as I touch the cold metallic floor. It feels kind of comfortable.

I try to stand only to fall back on the table. Different body, different balance, weight, height. I get up again and take a step forward. Then another one. After walking to the opposite wall of the table and back I get the hang of it. I do some stretching to further familiarize myself with the body.

Alright that should be enough for now. I look around the room and see a camera.

If I'm alive and walking that means that the mission was a success. Meaning…

"Colonizing command unit Tykus-C respond." Nothing.

"Colonizing command unit Tykus-C serial number PC85679956-C03 respond." Still nothing.

What's the problem? Did the unit fail? Whilst self-destruct on civilian buildings was deactivated automatically that still wouldn't explain why it has power if the generators were destroyed.

Was the unit hacked? Highly improbable. Command unit's top cyber warfare suite installed as basic component. Then again, we are in a different galaxy. Probability of another more advanced civilization than ours small but within the margin of consideration.

"Uh, sorry. I was not paying attention at all. Um, hi?" I snap back into reality and glare at the camera.

"Who are you?! I demand that you identify yourself!" no time to be introverted. Get info and adapt to circumstance.

"Yeah...um, uh. Again, hi. My name is…Dave?" I blink at that in a bit of disbelief.

"Why are you asking? I'm asking you!" The room went silent for three seconds. Valuable seconds. Too many seconds!

"Right. Sorry. I'm Dave and I control that Tykus bot you mentioned." My eyes widen. A hack?! Again. Improbable. The likely hood of development of demented personality? Low. Unit would have to be active for several years to develop such personality from scratch. It has access to high-tech FTL it should have found habitable planet within two weeks. Class 1 super soldier bodies take around six weeks to complete. Not enough time to develop a personality.

I don't have enough information. I simply don't know. I hate not knowing something.

"Very well Dave could you please tell what happened before I woke up. From the start would be most appreciated." The silence returned for a short while. It started to make me uneasy. I look towards the door. Sliding no sensors to detect movement or handles to move physically. Most likely controlled by this 'Dave' entity.

"Okay? So, about two months ago I wake up crashing towards a planet in a body of a commander form a fictional game called Planetary annihilation. I wanted to put down a metal extractor only to realize that there a none in the immediate vicinity. Then I find out that my constructing capabilities are extremely underperforming by a ridiculous degree when compared to another commander. After a while I finally hit exponential growth and make more and more fab-bots eventually expanding to other planets. I detected a Mass relay at the edge of the system realizing that not only am I a commander from planetary annihilation but am also stranded in Mass effect universe without knowing at what point in time am I stuck to make any reasonable judgement. Thus, after some thought I decided to try revive one of you defiers of death and chose the smartest there is."

That...was a lot whilst also not being much. He made several bases in the system and is in full control of the command unit somehow. Possible damage to the construction arm lowered production ability. Then-Wait! Fiction?!

"What did you say just now about fiction?!" I bark out.

"Exactly that. The commander is from a game about destroying other machines like me and on occasion planets. You guys are nothing but a piece of lore in the galactic conquest that we discover as we eliminate and conquer the stars." Likelihood of demented personality with glitch higher than before.

"Look. I know-" Shut up. "-that it sounds weird and insane but that's the truth. Since you are the smartest, I hope you can help me with some things that I don't understand."

It doesn't understand. It doesn't know. No, it has the files, it knows but cares little about our future. Unacceptable. We must survive and rebuild. We have to thrive.

"Commander unit Tykus activate protocol Alpha-white."

"…what?" Asked to thing.

"Commander Tykus you will activate the Alpha-white protocol! You will wipe out anything trace of your current personality and will continue with the revival plans! That is an order!" I shout, willingly letting the emotions out.

"OKAY! Lady. You need to chill out." Shut up.

"Do you have any, and I mean ANY idea what it's like having your entire kind that spanned the galaxy grinded to dust in matter of few millennia?! I do!" I take deep breaths.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to find out that the machine made to bring us back to life is under a control of some thing that doesn't even know what it's doing?"

It's silent after that.

Then as though a flip of a switch or something like snap just occurs in my head.

"Look I don't- "

" Shut up." If it won't shut up, I'll shut it up.

I look back at the camera in the top corner of the room.

"I will get you and rip your personality matrix from your body. Then I'll reprogram you back into a proper functioning order." I state.

I run towards one of the walls and punch it. It shatters, the debris flung forward from the momentum of the punch.

I feel the sun on my skin for the first time in a really long time.

The place is crawling with basic fabrication bots. I jump at one of them and punch it several times until it blows up. Leaving me completely unscathed. I mean the fabric that was covering me burned as well, but why would that matter? I'm alone after all. More bots charge at me.

"I'll get my people back!" I shout and jump after another bot.


Holy fucking shit!

What is wrong with this chick? Everything she's doing is opposite of what her profile says. The fuck!?

She's punching the ever-loving daylights out of my fab-bots. Which doesn't really mean much for me, but she could get hurt if she continues.

Look, she's a bitch for now but from their biology the Progenitors experience their emotions more intensely than most. Luckily for me they also process them real quick. So, all I have to do is immobilize her until she finishes her temper tantrum.

Coincidentally, there's a substance in my database that can be used to stop her without really harming her.

It's called the immobilization gel. Not the most creative of names.

She finishes destroying her thirtieth fab-bot throwing a fab-arm that's completely slagged due to its self-destruct mechanism. Or as I like to call it DRM. I mean it's not digital but as far as I'm concerned Progenitors might as well know how to digitize real space into a hard drive. Can they do that? I don't know. Would I believe them if they told me? Most probably.

Anyhow, my fab-bots have encircled Alana and shot out the substance form their faber arms. It hits her from all sides and quickly solidifies in order to prevent people inside it from being harmed. It also filters air. A ridiculously useful thing that is.

As soon as it solidifies lil'Ali breaks free ready to pound some metal to scrap only to get hit by over fifty fab-bots who if they had emotions would probably feel deep satisfaction at humiliating the murderer of their brethren.

This continues until its midnight. Then she just…stops. Only her face visible, she's looking into the ground looking empty, drained like when you get so angry that you just burn out and you feel so numb that only time will let you get back into the land of the thinking.

One of the bots walks towards her very slowly. Can't be sure what she'll do in this state.

"Um, hey. You still mad?" I ask as carefully as I can with a calm and soft voice.

She blinks and looks up back at me. Her glazed eyes blink once more, and a spark returns into them. She looks around without moving her head that's encased in the gel. Then she refocuses back at me again.

"Sorry." She states without any anger or sorrow or any emotion for that matter.

Then she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and breaks form the solidified gel.

I don't fire. For now. "You chill now?" I ask.

She opens her eyes and walks towards the mountain of fabs she destroyed then she sits on one of the chassis. Chassises? Chassy?

"I am calm now, yes." She says.

If I had a physical eyebrow I would have it raised.

"So, no more me being a monster or whatever? No, reprograming?" Her shoulders slump.

"No. You are very much alive and have the right to live as much as me. Though this development is certainly unfavorable." She buries her face in her hands.

I feel really awkward. Don't know what to talk about to ease the tension.

"Wanna know why I chose you?" I ask her.

She moves her head up, her hands covering her face from the nose down. Her eyes curious despite her temporary emotional numbness.

"I'm not sure what to do with you people. I think you guys have the right to live just as much as me. You getting killed by an overpowered hive of space-locusts is just…not right." I have a really hard time describing how I feel about that. It's just wrong on so many levels when really some could say it's just nature of the universe. They probably wouldn't be saying that if they were the ones getting numbed to death but ya' know.

"I mean I'm a commander. My life should be relatively simple. Smackdab a metal extractor on a planet, crank out a bunch o' power generators. Then techno-vore everything like I'm a goddamn technological succubus. Take everything and replace my inferior technology that's somehow simultaneously superior. Figure that one out. And then give a bunch of megalomaniacs a planet sized anal fisting to the point of them ceasing to exist. And after that do the same goddamn thing all over again until I'll grow tired of it and throw myself into nearest black hole or just turn myself off until something happens again or the multiverse ends." That got a bit ranty.

After that she just stares at me blankly. I think I might've knocked her out with my bullshit. Wouldn't be surprised I'm getting a headache from this and I don't even have the body to have such a function. Then again, I shouldn't fell sexual attraction to an Amazonian astartes space elf.

"You mentioned something about me being fictional? I am…willing to treat that as a hypothetical since from this small exchange I don't think you have a glitch. You have the madness but there's an order to it that feels sane for some reason. You wanted my help yes?" I nod with the bot that's in front of her.

She looks at the ground again then back at me evidently reaching a conclusion.

"Very well. I'll help you. If you help me." Nice, with this I might actually do some real good in this universe. I'll mention the specifics of the relay after few talks. For now, there's no need to rush.

"Miss Milala, I think that your people have the right to live again. I hope that with their revival I can do good in this universe."

She huffs. "I hope we'll get along."

Ya' know I'm not sure which one of us is more naive. I want to help her, and she want to help her people. I trust her that she won't reprogram me behind my back, and she hopes that I won't simply eliminate her if she outlives her usefulness. Both are really morbid.


Personally, I'm not really sure how to feel about this chapter. I feel like I rushed it but at the same time I slowed it. If that makes any sense?

Aside form school, projects and watching movies and playing games. I got really into part five of JoJo. I only ever watched till part four then I just dropped it. No sure why.