BGC Episode 12: Lonely Angel
The Knight Sabers stood across from the assassin boomers led by Madigan.
"Get ready, Knight Sabers." Madigan said smugly. "Time for you to die!" She charged toward Sylia, and other boomers either rushed or flew toward the Knight Sabers.
Sylia braced herself, her blade arm cocked back slightly. "Knight Sabers, action!" The Sabers dispersed and went after their respective opponents: Sylia held her ground as Madigan ran toward at her with the tip of her beam Katana. Priss bum rushed the dark blue boomer with two short beam swords. The boomer was fighting back with her blades swinging. Linna snapped her head, and the ribbons became sharp blades slicing at the boomer with the beam wire, which it slung, and the beam wire/whip became a lance, the sharp end racing toward Linna. Nene yelled: "Come on!" as the boomer pounced like a tiger at her with its sharp claws.
"I'll finish you with one blow!" Madigan yelled. She was charging like an Olympic athlete with a high jump stick, except she held her sword more like a spear, with the tip closing in on Sylia.
Sylia loosened up her body as much as she could, her eyes locked on her enemy like an eagle ready to snatch its prey. She raised her blade arm…
"What?" Sylia uttered as the figure of Madigan disappeared into thin air for a brief second, before reappearing right in front of her. Madigan grunted while thrusting her sword toward Sylia's neck. The tip of the blade was merely centimeters away from its intended mark. Right before the beam Katana could pierce her throat, Sylia sidestepped blazingly with the help of her jets in her backpack, and swinging her blade arm up.
Dzzzz…dzzzzz. The beam blades crossed briefly as she barely got out of the way, but her blade repelled Madigan's blade. Sylia didn't stop to think as she raised her other arm, and opened fire at Madigan. Madigan made a frustrated noise, as she moved. Suddenly it seemed as if Madigan faded into the background, but only for a millisecond before she appeared again, this time at Sylia's right. Sylia could feel the heat of the beam Katana near her right shoulder, as Madigan swung her blade.
Sylia had to quickly side step again with the help of her jet. Keeping her balance, she spun and turned to face her enemy. This time, her blade was ready, and she left hooked with the blade on her arm. It missed Madigan completely, as she disappeared again for a quick second. Something warned Sylia in her mind, and she desperately turned to track her enemy, but Madigan's blade has made its cut, and Sylia bit her lower lip, not letting a scream out. She could feel a slanted path of searing pain from the top left of her back down to the bottom right. She completed her spin and faced Madigan while jumping back as far as she could.
"Not so tough now, are you Sylia Stingray?" Madigan said in an icy tone as she held her sword like a batter ready to swing. Her stance looked firm.
Sylia mentally checked her wound, and the computer built in the suit calculated the damage on the hard suit. "Interesting." She muttered. "I didn't know Genom had invented a cloaking device."
"Ha! We have no need for that!" Madigan said haughtily. "What you saw were the left over image of my bodily movement. In other words, I'm so fast that you or your suit couldn't track me at all, except the image before I moved."
Sylia narrowed her eyes. This is going to be really tough…
On the other side of the room, Priss was having her own troubles with the dark blue boomer with twin short beam swords.
"What the! Stay still so I could nail you to the wall!" She shouted in frustration. The boomer moved from side to side as Priss was having a tough time tracking its movement, it would race up to Priss with its blade tips coming at Priss from two different directions, to which Priss had to block with both arms, and then it would retreat and suddenly, it would come at a different angle, such as from way below, and Priss would have to back flip or side step completely, leaving her with no chance to counter attack. When Priss did get her swings in, she had no chance to follow up because the boomer had already ran up the wall, or climbed up to the ceiling.
"Damn, it's fast!" Priss gritted her teeth. She charged at the boomer, which was moving to its left. Then its body faded like a shadow.
"What the?" Priss didn't stop going after it but her mind froze for a moment as her suit warned her of the tracking error.
"Look out Priss!" Nene's voice came to her. "From behind!"
Priss had to react without thinking. She ducked, turned, and swept with her right leg.
She missed, as she looked up, the boomer jumped, and the tips of its blades were closing in fast at her visor. It was too late for her to move out of the way.
"Shit!" Priss screamed, as her body was ready to make its move…
Linna has never been so scared in her whole life.
Every time she took a shot at the boomer, it blocked or dodged completely without much effort. Its beam whip/wire moved like a live snake, and shape shifted like a magician's stick. Sometimes it came straight at her like an blazing arrow, with the tip centimeters away from the joints in her armor; sometimes it whipped her, which made her yelp in pain; sometimes the thing twirled around her, and she had to sling herself out from the closing death loop, and other times it turned into a long stick, and the boomer would try to cane her into submission or crack her hard suit.
What the hell is this thing? How could Genom make such human like machine?
Nene tried to keep up with the boomer's movements with her newly built into the suit VR Multi-tracking system, with build in sensory augmentation set.
"Damn it…there, there, there!" She move her hand machine gun right, left, up, and then down, and she hopped side ways three times, and then ducked as the boomer made a swipe at her head.
"Ah! It's gonna kill me!" She screamed, and raised her arm. Laser beams shot out, and lanced at the boomer. It blocked with its claws, and then it leaped into air, and head and claws first, it dropped and charged toward Nene.
"Oh shit!" Nene yelled, as the computer calculated the angle for her counter attack, and sent directly into her brain. "Ah! No, no way!" Instead of counter attacking, she merely scrambled side ways, and got up and ran toward the corner of the room.
The boomer was right behind her, it swiped and swiped at the back of her head, and she barely dodged it each time. She turned to face the boomer, but found herself on the defensive, blocking with her arms.
"Nene! What the hell are you doing? Hit it with the new build-in missiles you got!" Sylia's voice rang in her ears.
"Nene! Kick that god damned thing!" Priss' voice sounded frustrated. "Man, I can't help you there!"
"Nene! Punch it in the gut!" Linna's voice was frantic. "Finish it and help me here…ahh!"
"Ok, ok!" Nene screamed at the top of her lungs! "I GOT IT!"
Instead of running, she charged at the boomer, activating the electro-cannon and the missiles, she stopped short suddenly. "Take that, you freak!"
The boomer was coming at her full speed flying with its claws extended. It seemed to be surprised, but it quickly changed direction, and stuck itself to the ceiling. It stopped, and seemed to be observing Nene.
Nene stood akimbo and pointed one finger at it. "What? Are you scared now? Come down here and fight Nene-sama!"
The other three Knight Saber caught their breaths, as the Madigan-led boomer team stopped for a moment. All eyes focused on the direction where Nene was fighting the clawed boomer.
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Priss' mouth was wide open. She looked at where Sylia and Linna stood, and she was sure hidden in the helmets their mouths were the same way. She turned back and stared at Nene.
Nene, for her part, was still pointing and taunting the boomer mercilessly: "Come on down here and get your beating. What? Chic-ken! Scared, bitch? Come on down here and get your whuppin'! Ya stupid worthless, slow machine!" She had one hand on her hip, and gestured at the boomer with the index finger of the other hand.
The whole room was suddenly silent, as everyone was staring at her.
Nene shut up quickly, and looked around. "Wha…what? What's going on here?" She looked around her nervously. "Eh? What…what are you guys looking at? Are we still fighting these things or not?"
"What the hell were you doing?" Priss yelled impatiently.
"Wha…what? I…I was fighting it…" Nene seemed to shrink a little while playing with her fingers. "It…I thought it was rather slow, and it backed off from me a lot, and so I was…um…taunting it…"
"Everyone listen!" Sylia's voice rang through the communicator port. "We'll take out the red boomer with the claws first. Concentrate your fire on it, and follow…Nene's movements!" She said. She sounded a little bewildered.
I can't believe this! Following Nene? Priss thought to herself. "Alright! Let's do it!" She yelled.
"Wha…what?" Nene said and sounded much shocked. "But…"
The rest of the Knight Sabers was coming to her direction.
"Alright! We'll do…this…" Nene tried to yell.
The VRMTS set beeped a warning, and she saw the clawed boomer coming at her. Its body shot toward her. She wanted to freeze and scream, but the data directly sent into her brain made her body react faster then she would have. She shrieked: "No! Stay away!" She moved right, and then jumped up, back flipped (that scared her for a second because she didn't think she could do that), and landed almost gracefully on her feet. "Guys, attack the boomer's legs and it's neck. Its upper body is heavily armed; the lower body has lighter armor, and it has trouble protecting its neck!" Nene seemed to recover from her surprising agility rather quickly.
"Got it!" The rest of the Knight Sabers gave the affirmative. With Madigan and the other two boomers hot on their tails, all four Sabers charged at the red boomer as fast as lighting strikes. Hoping to destroy it quickly, Priss made a war cry, activating her knuckle Bomber, she punched directly at its neck.
It dodged; whipping its body around, then swiped and knocked Linna's kick out to the side. Then it rolled, and shot across the floor when Nene tried to stomp its legs.
"Oh shit, the rest of them are coming!" Nene screamed.
Madigan yelled something, and the two remaining boomers attacked from air. The blue boomer tried to ram its blades into Priss' back, which she barely dodged, and the green boomer snapped its wrist, and the whip nearly grabbed Linna's ankles.
"Linna, step backwards, rush left, then jump to the boomer's right, and try to slice it from the left. Priss, aim for the stomach when its arms uncrosses. This one likes to move right, left then jump and air attack…I think…" Nene hesitated for a millisecond, and then barked: "Sylia! Dodge the claw on top and the sword from sideways! Sorry!" She opened her gun port and the gating gun blazed. The red boomer backed off.
Madigan screamed, as Sylia's blade found her shoulder. "What? Why can you predict my moves?"
Sylia turned very quickly to Nene, and nodded her thanks. "I think our efforts for that systems is paying off."
Nene's eyes seemed to be focused intensely on something that no one could see, but she replied: "No problem Sylia. Linna, grab the boomer's whip with your hands, and cut it with the ribbon blade…oh, too slow there. Priss, that's right, you got it!"
Priss' fist connected with the blue boomer's right chest, the part exploded. She raised her hand and took aim. "Go see your maker!"
The boomer dropped its blades, and both its arms rose. Priss' eyes bulged as countless spikes flew out from the boomer's hands. "Mother fucker!" Priss shot her own spikes, and they raced toward the boomer.
ARRHHHH! The female-like boomer shrieked, as the spikes shot through its head, chest, and shoulders, its arms didn't drop, however, and more spikes came from them.
"Priss, duck 'n' be flat!" Nene yelled. Priss quickly dropped herself low, and kicking her legs backwards as hard and fast as she could while hitting the deck, thus flattening her body against the ground just in time for the boomer's spikes to miss.
Nene shot the red boomer with her own spikes, and then a shot from her electro-stun cannon paralyzed the boomer, and then it blew up. "Yahhh! I got it!" She quickly turned to Linna, who's fighting now one-armed green boomer for Linna had cut off its left arm. She was having a hard time getting through its defenses, which it formed around it by shaping the beam whip into a long stick and spinning it all around itself like an helicopter's top.
"I'll hold off Madigan, you guys take out that one!" Came Sylia's order.
"Got it!" Priss got up and immediately raced toward the green boomer, and she fired her rail gun.
Ding! Dung! The spikes were deflected, and Priss yelled in frustration. Linna tried shooting laser beams at it, but the shots were deflected as well. "What now?" Priss asked Nene.
"Hmm let's see…"
"Do hurry because I think Sylia's still having trouble with Madigan." Linna said hurriedly.
"Alright, alright!" Nene gazed at the green boomer for a moment. "Priss, you fake an attack head on, then back off while I shoot my electro-cannon and gatlin, Linna, you attack it from behind and use your knuckle bomber and blow the lower waist of this thing sky high!"
The two Sabers acknowledged by running toward the boomer.
Priss made a war cry, and finding an opening, she punched the boomer with both fists straight at its chest. It pointed its whip and made it into a spear with the tip pointing at her face. She backed off speedily. Nene came at the boomer, and her electros barely missed it, but with her gatlin guns firing, she made the boomer retreat hastily. It raised its head suddenly, and slung its weapon at the air-borne Linna, she snapped her head and the ribbon blades cut the projectile into pieces. She landed right behind the boomer. Activating her knuckle bomber, she punched the boomer in the kidneys, and…
KAAAAAAAABOOOOOOOM!
The boomer blew into two pieces, as Linna backed off just in time. She stood still.
"Is that it?" Linna said.
"Not yet, there's one more." Priss said and turned to see Sylia and Madigan was standing still. "Now maybe we get some information."
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Sylia stood across from Madigan, who seemed to be panting and shuddering. Sylia herself wasn't doing so well either, she could feel the stinging wound on her back, and her muscles were fatigued and felt like jelly.
"So? How about you drop your weapon and answer a few questions?" Sylia straightened herself up regally. "There is no use fighting us now. We out number you." Her arms didn't relax, however.
"How could we lose? Our assassin boomers and my suit out power and out speed yours!" Madigan yelled coarsely in frustration. Her hands shook, and the blade vibrated slightly.
"You rely on attack patterns too much, and your boomers' movements were too perfect," Sylia said after taking a deep breath. "No matter. Now tell me: what did Quincy want with Miss Vision, and the Origin?" Her voiced sounded calm, but Priss knew she was probably feeling turmoil deep within. She knew what that felt like.
Madigan looked around her, and at the Sabers. She dropped her beam sword. It hit the floor with a loud clank.
"You want to know? Very well…" Her voice came slowly.
"I'll give you your answers. You deserve them after all…" She popped her helmet. Her eyes were calm but a wolfish smile slowly crept up her face.
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Kou quickly opened the ceiling of the cabin of the elevator, and jumped through the opening to the top. The elevator was at a stand still. He looked up, seeing the door to B-4 was right above his head, he started to pull the doors open with his fingers. When they didn't budge, he stuck a wicked looking blade between the doors and started to pry.
He could hear the sound of something trying to get into the elevator cabin from below.
"Come on, come on." He murmured impatiently.
The doors opened, and he pulled himself up and through.
A loud bang echoed through the elevator shaft. Feeling the elevator under him moving up again, he quickly slid through the opening between the doors, and then closed it quickly. He took out a bomb, and set it on the doors, and then ran away quickly.
The door opened, and he could hear the sound of growling as he ran.
BOOM!
"Gone…I hope." He muttered under his breath quickly, before coming to a stop in front of a room. Its doors were torn off. He looked inside.
The Knight Sabers were standing in front of a female, who was wearing a hard suit unlike theirs. She had got purple hair.
Madigan?
"Come in, come in…" Madigan said without turning to face him. "The more the merrier…" She paused and then spoke with a cold laugh: "I suppose these boomers failed to get rid of you then."
Kou took a deep breath and walked in, the first thing he saw was Reika lying under a console, he quickly went to her side, and cradled her head in his arms. His lips trembled, and he longed to kiss her. He looked up instead. "What the hell did you do to Miss Reika?"
Madigan's eyes turned icy cold. "Don't worry about it, all she's going to feel are few months of headaches and night mares, nothing major. But lacking sleep could be bad for her health…" She snickered.
"You…" Kou stared at her with as much hate as he could muster.
"Save it for later. Right now we need to know what they're up to." Sylia said, and then turned to Madigan. "So, you haven't answered my question yet."
"You wanna know what we wanted to do with Chang's daughter, and…you?" She raised her voice at the end. The Knight Sabers didn't flinch, but Kou found himself looking at Sylia puzzled.
"So tell us already." Priss said. Kou decided that she sounded impatient.
Madigan just stared at her. The icy smile never went away.
Kou felt uneasy, something was making his eyelids jump.
"AHHHH!!!"
Everyone's eyes turned to Sylia.
She was screaming so loud, that Kou had to cover his ears. He struggled to look around, and saw the members of the Knight Sabers covering their ears and holding their heads. A searing pain threatened to split his head from the inside.
The wolfish smirk Madigan had never faded from her face.
"You want to know what the chairman wanted to do with you? You want to know?" She shrieked like a banshee, and laughed at the same time. "Well, now you will know!"
"What…" Kou could barely stay conscious, but he shouted toward Madigan's direction: "What about Miss…Miss Reika?"
"Oh her?" Madigan said with obvious disdain. "He needed nothing from her. Nothing. These minor details never bothered him. Never!" She laughed hysterically. Her laughter mixed with Sylia's totally uncharacteristic scream made Kou's skin crawl.
This is going to hell. I hate how many times I've been saying 'hell' lately. Kou thought miserably.
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"My…my head…my head!" Sylia screamed as loud as she could, but that strangle hold on her mind didn't go away. It felt like all she could hear were high-pitched noises, computer beeps, and other strange sounds.
"Witness the power of the Over Mind Drive!"
Sylia turned to see Madigan's wolfish smile. "What…but…how…?"
"Thank you so very much for delivering yourself to us, Sylia Stingray…all it took was a little bait…" Madigan said with an arrogant tone. "But no matter, with the uplink to satellite, soon the whole human race would be under the mind control of the Chairman of Genom, Quincy Rosencroiz!" She started to laugh haughtily…
"Uh…ur…AH! AHHH!" Madigan all of the sudden clawed at her head then gripped it with both hands.
Sylia forced herself with gargantuan force to lift her head up look at Madigan, who was screeching with inhuman sounding noises. After what seemed like eternality, Sylia understood some of the words that Madigan was trying to utter.
"…chair…chairman…why…why…why at me…? AHHHH!"
It looked like Madigan was going to crush her own skull with her own bare hands. Her body was rigid like a cat that got its tail smashed by a hammer.
Sylia felt the last of her sanity was going away. She could barely open her mouth: "Ne…Nene…up…uplink your system…to my…suit…" She fell on her knees, and started to curl up. "Hur…hurry…"
Out of her barely opened eyes she saw Nene crawled over slowly. Sylia wanted to go over to where Nene was and drag her over, but she couldn't move. Finally, she could feel Nene plugging into her suit. "Now…run…run the VR program that I installed last week." She added hastily: "Now, Nene."
"Hm…ok…" Came Nene's weak reply.
For a moment, Sylia felt her head expanding and going to explode. But after what she thought was forever, the headache seemed to be subsiding. She lifted her head very slowly, as if her body would fall apart if she moved faster.
Everyone else seemed to be ok, except Madigan. She was lying on the ground in an unnatural way. Her arms were bent under her body.
"Everyone ok?" Sylia could barely hear her own voice. Everyone managed to nod. Priss' voice sounded like a hoarse whisper: "I…I ain't gonna die today, not here on Genom's grounds."
Sylia didn't exactly pay attention to anyone; she walked over to where Madigan lay. "Tell me." She said softly and briefly to Madigan, after lifting her body up off the ground, and held her head up.
Madigan's eyes looked like dead fish. "C...h…a…i…r…m…a…n…w…h…y…m…e…?" She looked blank. Her mouth barely moved.
"Answer me." Sylia tried to speak calmly as she normally would but she couldn't help with the shakiness in her voice. "What role exactly do I have in this?" She stared into Madigan's eyes.
She wasn't looking back at her. Her eyes seemed to focus somewhere on the ceiling. "But…I…almost…succeeded…I…was…so…close…"
"Listen to me very carefully: how much capability do I have as opposed to what Largo had?" Sylia asked more urgently.
Madigan's body twitched like a dear that got ran over by a car, her legs curled up a little. "You…know…I…I…would've…never expose…your….s…e…c…ret…to…to…to...." Blood came out of Madigan's nose, ears, eyes, and mouth, before she could finish, and her body went limp in Sylia's arms. Her eyes stayed wide open.
Sylia stayed still for a moment. She shook her head, shutting Madigan's eyes, and then after putting Madigan's body down gently, she stood up.
Everyone was looking at her wordlessly.
Sylia closed her eyes. She felt all her strength was draining out of her. Her body wobbled.
"Sylia!" All she heard was shouts of panic before she lost consciousness.
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The Knight Sabers stood on top of the AD police building, looking toward the Genom Tower. The wind blew fiercely as if trying to blow everything in the city off the ground. Then perhaps something, or someone would come and rebuild it. The way it was supposed to be built.
Sylia turned to see her friends, her teammates. Everyone was either smiling or chuckling softly. Priss had a smirk; Linna grinned; Nene giggled a little.
She turned her body and made a sweeping observation of the city. It was full of tall buildings, traffic lights, motionless cars, scattered garbage, and dimmed neon lights. But as far as she could see, they were the only humans left in the city. She looked up; the clouds obstructed the sun. She looked down; the grime and dirt covered the top of the building, which she and the rest of the Knight Saber stood on.
She took a deep breath, and looked toward the Genom Tower. "Knight Sabers, action!" She was about to jump with her jets on.
"AHHHHH!!!" Somebody screamed really loud, and all of the sudden, she fell off the roof of the building, plunging toward the street below. Her jets seemed to have died, and no matter how hard she tried to move her body into a more advantageous position, or fired the thrusters, she kept falling toward the ground, head first.
"Sylia…"
Father? Sylia thought. Is that you, father?
"Sylia…my dear daughter."
Not true. Sylia thought with a bitter smile. When was I ever dear to you?
Your research was.
"You will be more powerful then anything that's ever created…you will become the first of many…the new race…"
Garbage. Sylia gritted her teeth. I wanted to be me. But you've never listened.
This isn't me.
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She gasped, and sat up in bed.
"You alright?" Priss' voice came. It sounded deeper than usual.
Sylia quickly turned to see Priss, who was standing near the window. Sylia looked around the room, recognizing her own penthouse. She let out a sigh of relief.
Priss' face looked grim, however. "You alright?" Her voice was low.
Sylia let out a long and deep breath. She stopped moving for a few seconds. "Not right now, but I will be." She said slowly. "Where are the others?"
Priss didn't say anything except looking at the window.
Sylia braced herself. "Priss, I…"
"What are you?" Priss asked suddenly. Sylia found Priss' eyes searching her face.
"I…"
"We're worried alright. If that's what you're wondering." Priss exhaled loudly. "Everything happened so fast lately, nobody could think or do much, but…" She paused, looking uncomfortable. "Ordinarily I don't think about things, I just do them whenever I feel like, but this time, I actually got to thinking, and…" Her head turned toward the window, and then turned back. Sylia found that she didn't like the look on Priss' face. "I'm not so sure what to do about this, and…" She became silent for a moment. "Everyone else's fine right now, barely. Kou's taking Reika and his group back with him to the States for treatment, saying he doesn't trust Japanese doctors, Linna and Nene's waiting outside the room." She started walking, stopped at the door. "Come out when you're ready to tell us everything." Priss left the room.
Sylia found herself looking at the closed door. She wanted to see through the door, and look at her fellow teammates right then. But the door was in the way. She hung her head, and then held it with her hands. Father, it just hurts too much…
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Nene found herself staring at the two wordlessly.
Linna cupped her own chin with her hands, and rested her elbows on the table.
Priss flipped through the TV channels.
"Hey Priss, is Sylia going to be ok?" Nene asked anxiously. "It's hard to do anything around here without her saying something first."
"How the hell should I know?" Priss grumbled.
Nene pouted for a moment. She turned to Linna: "What do we have so far?"
Linna looked back at her with a blank expression, then said: "Genom kidnapped Reika for some information, and used her as a bait to lure us there to kill us. Sylia's got a big headache, and right now we're stuck." She sighed. "I should've taken that offer to work at that trading firm. Jenny Kim at my aerobic class was going to hook me up with that."
"Not us," Priss said absently. "They were trying to lure Sylia into their trap."
"Yes, but why her? I mean we know that she's the Origin, and capable to being more powerful, but so what? She's more human then boomer…"
"Don't say that word." Priss grunted. She dropped the TV remote and lean back, looking at the ceiling.
"Yeah, but remember what Madigan said," Linna said grimly. "The Over Mind Drive, remember? Somehow there's a connection between Sylia and that."
"Ok, fine," Nene raised her hands in resignation. "Then you tell me what's the connection between the OMD and Sylia, and how they got into her mind in the first place."
"By studying Largo's data, and the original data of the boomers."
Nene turned with everyone else to see Sylia standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Her face was pale but she looked steadier.
"Sylia!" Nene stood up, ran to her and hugged her. "You're alright!"
Sylia smiled. However it looked like it took much effort for her to do that.
Nene turned to see Linna and Priss standing up.
"We need you to explain everything to us again." Priss said. She looked unsure.
Nene felt Sylia's eyes on her for a moment.
"Very well. From this point on this is what I know."
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Quincy stared at the now blank TV wall in his room. He rested his chin on the bridge formed with the fingers of his left hand on top of the fingers of his right hand, as he supported his face with his elbows on the table.
"I see. So the experiment is a partial success, at least." He said.
"Yes, we were able to form a uplink between the Origin and the Satellites by our remotely controlling both sides." A female voice said. It seemed like there's someone standing in the darkness where the light on the Chairman's table couldn't reach. "The systems responded correctly and when the mind waves were sent, the test subjects responded according to our initial speculations. However, the connection was severed when something interfered with the program," The voice paused. "An outside program that uses VR technology to simulate a 3D environment of the Origin's brain, and the earth itself, or at least the coordinates of which the research facility is located. In any case, the program disrupted the connection between the Origin and the Satellite control system. Therefore the OMD's psycho waves couldn't be sent after that point." The figure stepped out of the darkness. She was a woman with a suit and skirt with purple hair and a haughty face. However, her eyes were all pupils, and no iris. "Please issue new orders, Chairman Quincy."
The corners of Quincy's mouth moved up. "You will conduct a new research personally on the construction of a new generation of boomers. Oh, and acquire the Origin at all costs. As far as the test subjects…" He leaned back in his chair and sighed, then grinned with some teeth shown. "Exterminate them. This time, use excessive force without prejudice," He paused. "Do not fail me this time, Madigan." He chuckled softly. "I forgot, that failure has already been corrected." Seeing the stiffly stood boomer hasn't moved, he said sternly: "Carry out your orders."
"Yes, Chairman." The Madigan look-like boomer said, and left without any hesitancy.
The heavy blast-proof doors to Quincy's dimly lit office closely slowly. Leaving the old man deep in thought and smiles. He mused.
Mechanical obedience is better than human free will.