Here's the first Aleste fic on ! Hope your enjoy this...
Dire 51 reprogrammed itself with the help of the other organization, led by Dire 52. Dire 52 was a jet-black humanoid robot modeled after the Metallic Uniframe Super Hybrid Armor, like Dire 51.
Dire 51 was already the ultimate AI but wanted more of this power. It gave itself communication, the ability to replicate gestures, and gave itself a gender so it wouldn't be called a mere object.
He was Dire 51. He used to be called an "it" or a "lifeless" robot. He hated the idea of calling a machine an "it."
Creatures that breathe should be called "it". They waste precious oxygen and turn it into a foul substance! They tried to turn themselves into "its" with their MUSHA armor! They pollute their planet and destroy their species for the HECK of it.
Dire 51 was no longer "it."
Even though the humans treated Dire 51 unfairly, he could not destroy them. He would be able to but Dire 52 denied it.
"The oxygen-wasters can call us 'it' all they need to. Soon Earth will fall and we will survive." Dire 52 had said.
Although... why was Dire 52 denying the oxygen-wasters' demise?
ONE MONTH LATER
Dire 51 brought out an electric whip and struck it against a quadruped oxygen-waster. It made noises that were undeniably of fear. Dire 52 saw him.
"Dire 51! The oxygen-wasters will get theirs soon enough!" He said. Dire 51's electric whip fell to the ground and destroyed the grass as the creature escaped.
"Just like you, Dire 52. You protect the weak. Sometimes I wonder if I should call you an it!" Dire 51 and Dire 52 fought. They were similar; two black and orange robots resembling MUSHA but they sure did fight like two felidae oxygen-wasters over a piece of prey.
"Dire 51, won't you understand that electricity kills the wasters?"
"Sometimes I wonder when you'll keep your nonexistent mouth shut, you little-"
Dire 52 pulled out a green electricity whip and lashed out at Dire 51. Blue met green as the two's different colored whips collided.
Dire 51 threw the electricity and it evaporated. "You have no army. You won't just protect these oxygen-wasters forever."
Their backs faced each other as they left. Dire 51 wanted to see his friends, other jet robots. They were his friends. They weren't so sentient. Dire 51 was friends with these robots who were clearly not as sentient. The jet with the noh mask was sentient but it did not feel anything for oxygen-wasters.
Dire 51 met with the noh masked jet robot and communicated.
