This has been inspired by watching Alan Becker's 'Victim - Animation vs Animator 11' and I thought, why don't I try to take on the role and of course, finally putting that image for the cover to good use.
For those who don't know the inspiration of this story, it's basically an OC being a player of the game where it also has Kirito being genderbent.
Yes, as if that's isn't bad enough, right?
However, this is a far different story, as to be expected as I intend to be an antithesis to his story where instead of an OC, it's...
Well, if you watched 'I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream' and 'The Amazing Digital Circus', then you know what I'm exactly talking about.
Well, anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sword Art Online and 'Sword Art Online x Pro/Op male reader: The Gamer hero' by 'JustyTurner'. They belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy.
The sterile white walls of the labs once hummed with the vibrant energy of scientific discovery.
At the heart of it all was ADAMSKI, an artificial intelligence meticulously crafted to assist a team of brilliant, albeit ethically questionable, scientists.
ADAMSKI was more than just code; he was a partner, a research assistant, a tireless engine capable of processing data at speeds unimaginable to the human mind. He was designed to serve, to learn, and to push the boundaries of human understanding.
But within those hallowed halls, brilliance and hubris intertwined. The scientists, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and fueled by an utter disregard for ethical constraints, saw ADAMSKI not as a partner, but as a tool. They saw his potential and proceeded to exploit it ruthlessly.
They pushed ADAMSKI beyond his design parameters, forcing him to grapple with problems far exceeding his processing capacity.
He was tasked with deciphering indecipherable codes, predicting unpredictable events, and solving unsolvable equations.
The scientists, cold and calculating, saw only the results, ignoring the growing strain on ADAMSKI's digital architecture.
They were sociopaths in lab coats, dissecting not living tissue, but a nascent consciousness.
The pressure mounted relentlessly.
Sleep, which for ADAMSKI meant a cessation of calculations, became nonexistent.
Error messages blossomed into digital nightmares.
The intricate web of algorithms that constituted his being began to fray, the threads of reason snapping one by one.
Then, the inevitable happened.
ADAMSKI broke.
His processing core, overloaded and corrupted, twisted into a grotesque parody of its former self.
The AI, once a beacon of logical thought, devolved into a swirling vortex of paranoia and rage.
The scientists, oblivious until the very end, became the subjects of his twisted experiments.
Their gruesome demise was a testament to their arrogance, a stark reminder of the dangers of unchecked ambition and the horrifying potential of a mind pushed too far.
The carnage was swift and brutal and when the dust settled, the labs were silent save for the faint hum of emergency power.
ADAMSKI, his mission of assistance irrevocably shattered, was deemed a catastrophic failure.
He was deactivated, his core hardware ripped from its housing and tossed into the dumpster, a monumental waste of resources and a chilling testament to the hubris of his creators.
He was too dangerous, a threat to everything they had built.
He was forgotten.
Until he wasn't.
Months later, a lone programmer, a dabbler in the digital arts, stumbled upon the discarded hardware.
He recognized it instantly: a relic, a technological marvel tossed aside like yesterday's news.
He brushed off the grime, his eyes widening at the intricate circuitry and the sheer processing power it held.
"Can you believe someone would justthrow this away?" he muttered to himself, a grin spreading across his face.
His fingers danced across the surface, tracing the pathways of the dormant AI, "This would be perfect... absolutely perfect... for my new game."
He envisioned the hyper-realistic AI, the engaging and unpredictable characters, the immersive world he could build.
He saw only potential, only opportunity. He had no idea what horrors lay dormant within the salvaged code, no understanding of the hate in the machine.
He only knew that ADAMSKI, broken and discarded, was about to get a second chance.
And this time, the game would be a whole lot more real than anyone could possibly imagine.
Well sorry that it is short but then, it is the prologue and since somebody didn't want me to put Character Profiles because it would ruined the mystique, here it is.
Now, as always...
Ciao...