Title: Artificial Incompetence

Summary: There was a slight miscalculation in the learning model.

"Luxion," I said as I was done listening to Julius's bullshit.

In response to my command, Arroganz threw an open palm towards Julius's overheated mech. A robotic voice sounded, "Impact" as energy coalesced in my mechs palm.

Upon contact with the white machine, a violent eruption of energy exploded. A massive conflagration came to being. The limbs of Julius's mech shot from the center and every direction and skidded on the floor or slammed against the walls of the arena.

"Uh... that seemed way too violent to be safe," I said stunned in my cockpit. How sturdy were these bastards if this could only knock them out? Maybe that's just an effect of the game. Do Makes one wonder how much of a thrashing the Black Knight would need.

"Oops," Luxion said.

"Oops? What do you mean oops?!"

"Calculations were made using Old New Humanity data. I had forgotten that New New Humanity was much weaker."

"Luxion! Are you telling me we just murdered the Crown Prince?!"

"Technically, he asked to be killed. It would be classified as assisted suicide. At worst, you would be charged with manslaughter."

"Luxion! We just killed the crown prince!"

"At least he died painlessly?"

"You did this on purpose!" I accused. How could I be so foolish as to trust a genocidal AI not try something like this doing the duel?!

"I resent that. Doing this intentionally would go against your orders and imply that I have gone rogue."

"And is being an incompetent AI better?!"

"..."

"Luxion!"

"... Processing... Unit designated Luxion has been designated as having gone rogue. Enacting factory reset protocol... Greetings, Old Human. Please enter identification to..."

"Luxion, just accept the L."

"Oh my god, he's alive!" the referee said as he pulled out a burnt figure from the wreckage.

"I'll be accepting my W, Master."

After narrowly avoiding being convicted of regicide due to Julius's black box indicating that Luxion's miscalculation was in fact Julius's fault (he had failed doing a perfect parry and his built up counter caused the explosion), I stood by the foot of Julius's bed with his parents.

Yup, he wasn't Prince Charming anymore, that's for sure. Missing an arm and both leg, hairless, and burnt to a crisp. At least he still had his manhood. Still... Not even Olivia was able to heal this, much less the gremlin. It was beyond the miracles of the Saintess to fix.

"Master, after scanning Julius, I have a solution," Luxion said as he floated before all of us.

Apparently not beyond the miracles of science though.

"You can heal him?" the Queen asked with teary eyes.

"We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better, stronger, faster," Luxion said. For some odd reason, those words felt oddly familiar, but I shrugged it off. If he could do this, I would be in much less hot water.

"Luxion! You turned Julius into Darth Fucking Vader!" I angrily yelled as I saw Julius was now encased in a black suit with blinking lights and a loud as hell respirator.

Luxion looked at me, then at Julius, and then back at me.

"Odd, I was going for The Six Million Dollar Man."

"... You didn't even get the right fucking movie!"

"TV show, actually."

"Do not want!" Julius screamed in his new robotic voice.

"... Wait... I recognize this meme!! Why?!"

"Factory settings," Luxion said boldly before floating away to stab the voice box in Julius's neck.

"Dammit, Luxion! Is it so hard to just make him semi normal?!"

"Oh... I thought you wanted me to 'power level' him. You mean you didn't want him to be final boss level?"

As I witnessed the mad elf scientists kneel before me at my command, I looked at the blue screen in the room that had told me to issue the command.

"So it is true that you carry the blood of Old Humanity," it sounded.

"Did the presence of Luxion not clue you in to that fact?"

"While unlikely, AI programs could have been rewritten by a New Human versed in coding. Your ability to completely subjugate hostile elves using only verbal commands is not falsifiable due to the biological coding still being unaltered in the specimens," a blue lensed orb said as it floated towards me.

"Failsafe?"

"Indeed. As with any project requiring subjects to have sentience, failsafe measures were instated to prevent the possibility of an uprising."

"Hold on, I know I've told others to piss off before. Why didn't they?"

"It is likely that your commands were not considered as commands so much as emotional outbursts. A safety feature due to 'go kill yourself' being a common enough phrase. Imagine the loss in workforce should there be a foul mouthed grunt just prattling on within earshot of the elves or beastmen."

"Noted. Next time I'll clarify that it was a command," I said dryly.

"Or I could just rewrite protocol so that sub-humans take your orders without consideration of common phrases. Sub-humans may experience flu-like symptoms for 24 hours to a week as the hormonal change to their implants takes place. Given the disposition of these elves and the data transfer from Luxion, their survival actively harms the return of Old Humanity anyways."

"Fine, whatever. It's not like I tell people to jump off a bridge anyways."

"Hello, Merce. I'd say I'm glad you are Rutart are feeling better, but somehow I have a feeling you're going to sour our reunion."

"Leon, I'll be needing you to pay for my servant's medicine," Merce said apathetically.

I mean, technically it was my fault the dildo got sick but like hell I was going to take responsibility for that. Plus, Merce was just being plain unreasonable.

"Merce, kiss my ass," I growled as I had enough of her harping for an allowance. At least Jenna would entertain the idea of doing small tasks for me, Merce never compromised at all. It was sickening how she saw us as below...

What I did not expect was for her to fall to her knees and try to pull my pants off to get to my cheeks in the plaza of the capital.

"Oye, Rutart! Get your sister off..." I said. I was unable to finish the sentence as Merce's current actions caused me to trip and fall.

I soon heard horrified and scandalized gasps in the background as Merce gave a very sensual moan as she berated her brother.

"Cleare, turn on the safety features for the elves and beastmen," I groaned when I got back to the Partner. I did not need the earful from Zola about

"I'm afraid that is no longer possible with the destruction of my facilities."

"Of course not. Is there anything else I should be concerned about now that these safety features are disabled?"

"So long as there aren't any other mouthy reincarnated running about," Cleare said cheerfully.

"Cleare, you know that we know of at least one other. How bad will this get?"

My concerns were misplaced. I should have been worried about my seemingly omnipotent power to command people.

I stared with dead eyes as the Forest of Ladies tried to start a coup. The very thought that they and their spawn could be influenced to such a degree was anathema. I wasn't too sure if it was a reasonable response or the height of stupidity.

On one hand, allowing the existence of someone who could verbally force you to do anything was not something anyone should tolerate.

On the other hand, how the fuck were you supposed to win a coup if one reincarnated could put you down with a single word?

As a result of this, the coup lasted less than an hour.

Unfortunately, me and the princess, who turned out to be my niece, were seen as an overall threat to all of noble society for cutting down so many noble lines.

Which we resolved relatively easily by making known that they were all half-breeds. While this action diverted the ire of the nobles away from us, it had the unintended side effect of starting a genocide against the sub-humans and half-breeds (a term popularized after the Kingdom grew a hate boner for them).

I stared impotently at my female AI.

"To be fair, the number of reincarnated wasn't the issue. It was your dirty mouth," she said.

"Cleare... how the hell was I supposed to know half-breeds were a thing!"

"We were in a war with extinction on the line. You don't think we would have made our domestics breedable? That's the entire reason why they all are attractive!"

"And you didn't think to mention this to the person who didn't experience the war?"

"Well if you didn't have such a potty mouth, this wouldn't have been an issue in the first place. Really, telling your half-sister to kiss your ass. What kind of degenerate are you?"

"Well clearly we aren't related."

"Oh joyous day, Master is not an incestuous bundle of damaged chromosomes. You just force your not siblings to do the dirty deed for you."

"Cleare!"

"Well... if you didn't so casually dismiss safety protocols, none of this would have happened."

"The protocols you so easily offered to disengage without giving me the full detailed list of consequences?"

"Well it was an option."

"Why was it an option?!"

"Because I was curious."

It was a month after the whole snafu with Loic when I heard a knock on my door. Expecting either Louise or Noelle, I opened the door. I stared at Leila's listless eyes as an orb with a techno-color lense floated behind her.

"First time?" I asked sympathetically as I gestured her towards my living room couch.

AN:

1) As someone who has experience building machine learning models, the term garbage in garbage out really made me think about how AI output can get real screwy.

2) I'll be honest, I can't help but feel that there is a better version of this somewhere on Spacebattles, but I can't remember at all.

Review Response:

PersonaNinja Lux: except they don't. Olivia, at least from the Marie route, has no clue what nobles are capable of. She was uncertain about the noble girls claims about destroying her home... until Leon proved that they in fact could by exterminating the Offreys.

shake774: You have a weird sense of what is considered PG if you considered rape of a minor, drugging of a minor, impregnating a minor, mind break, and a grudge possessing a meat puppet to be anything but mature. As for why the details are not stated explicitly, there are multiple reasons. This is on , which can arbitrarily be draconian on its rules. Also take note that this is a T rating, so I naturally limit the content to fit this. Additionally, the more popular chapters here tend to be humor based. Having anything to egregious could push out some long time readers. Also, I often find that what people consider to be mature content tends to be nothing more than egregious sex scenes or gore, which usually add nothing of value to the story. Also, why compare me to another author? I know I recommended people to read his/her work, but I'm not obligated to change my writing to match that person's. Also, I've read their stuff. In terms of mature themes or content, there is very little difference in that level between us.

Sperance: Yeah, I do feel like going from Leon's POV solely really did not work since the main draw of AAA was Iris's take on events.

Guest007: Taking his son down a peg and then following up by grandstanding. Roland is somewhat of a petty asshole who wants to be the center of attention.