I start the next morning with the sound of a sigh from Mirai, holding her head as if she is worried. The serious atmosphere is slowly taking control of the living room. I take out a cigarette from my shirt, burn its end with a lighter, and give her.
- Hey, maybe you have smoked a cigarette once when you are still alive. This modified cigarette has chemicals that help to cool down electronic systems when burned, so for robots, it may feel like a relief feeling.
- Thanks.
Mirai is reading the collected data from the tablet, which are just a bunch of graphs and numbers dancing and constantly changing. On the left corner of the tablet screen, there is the world map, densely marked with crosses, from green, to yellow and red.
- As you can see, this graph here shows the distribution of the Intruders' force on Earth. There are about a million of them, with one Commander. If the Commander has an overall rating of a hundred per cent, and a normal Physical-class Intruder has an overall rating of zero per cent, the average rating of a million Intruders will be about thirty per cent. As we defeat them, their force will face a decline in number, but their overall rating will increase also. And we need to take into account if there will be reinforcements. - Mirai tells me, as she points at the jumping numbers and fluctuating graph lines.
A million Intruders... Average rating of thirty per cent... The overall rating graph looks like a negative exponential distribution, which means about half of their force, five hundred thousand, will be Physical class. Not that much of a pain, but the other half of the graph is really troublesome.
- By the way, since you are here already, let us continue our lesson from yesterday. Rankings.
There we go again. I sit down on the sofa, next to her. I feel the heat from the electronic components running at full power from Mirai. This is what people would call seriousness. A visible seriousness.
- The rankings of Intruders just work the same as our human army. A million Intruders, one Commander. First, the Commander class has the rank of General, because this one has every stat at the top level, and the ability to lead. The million-numbered army is split into five grand divisions, each taking control of one continent. Each division is led by a Colonel. Then, in grand divisions, there are divisions to take control of individual big countries and territories, each led by a Captain. These division leaders all have high stats and are subject to promotion to Commander class, so they are dangerous also. There are other ranks amongst the Intruders, but their stats are negligible. Once you defeat the leader of a division or their whole division except the leader, you clear that division. - Mirai opens another tab from the tablet and accesses the Intruders' encyclopedia.
Not an easy task, but it is doable. This ranking is easier to understand than the Class, maybe because she cuts off the insignificant part. But something is missing...
- Ah, yes! This is the Intruder simulator to help you visualise the overall rating. - Mirai presses a small button on the screen, and it directs the signal to the holographic screen in the living room.
The hologram shows disgusting-look, Physical-class Intruders with a zero per cent rating and a fake human target. The Intruders mindlessly charge towards the target, holding a weapon in their hands, maybe hand, and shoot in every direction. Only one or two hit the target. So this one has every one of its stats at zero.
- That is what you get for a zero overall rating. Every stat is near zero, and as a result, they just follow the orders of the higher-ups. Their weakness is also the upper region. In fact, it is true for most Intruders.
- OK, understood. Next one.
Then, the overall rating is increased to twenty-five per cent. The hologram now shows an Intruder with a more advanced weapon and armour. It can target humans and finish the fake target off faster. It seems to have higher strength, agility and intelligence, but not so significant.
- This is a higher rating Intruder. These types will appear at higher-level facilities more frequently. Dealing with them is a bit troublesome, but we can pull it off with good tactics.
- Can they control vehicles yet? - I ask.
- Ground, maybe. Aerial, not yet. Their intelligence stats is still limited in some sense.
The current overall rating is fifty per cent. The Intruder starts to look more human-like. They can now partially mimic human appearance using their own light-diffraction technology, but they cannot mimic human behaviour, except simple speech, so I would have no problem spotting them from normal humans by interaction. They are more swift and accurate, as well as wielding more equipment and cutting-edge weapons. At this rating, they can start leading lower rank Intruders. If I am to be one-versus-one with a fifty per cent rated Intruder, I still can gain an advantage, hopefully.
- Now, we officially move to the middle-level rating types. The Intruders at this level can be recruited into Technician or Scientist classes. I mean, as far as human technology goes, and with what information we have, we can still beat them. But in large numbers, they pose a great threat.
Mirai takes out a stick, similar to the types teachers at school would use. She points at the upper chest area. It lights up to highlight the region she is pointing to.
- Their region of weakness is also reduced. Their core is located here, in the middle of the upper chest, but a bit to the left, like our heart. Of course, aiming at their head still deal good damage, though.
- OK, I still understand so far. Next.
The hologram changes to an Intruder with a seventy-five per cent rating. It now looks and behaves more like a human, maybe to infiltrate normal human society. They do not directly join battles but are seen to lead squads and divisions of Intruders of lower rank. They can deploy aerial attacks and satellites to specific areas. So very high intelligence and slightly improved strength and agility.
- From here, we are just hopeless against their attack. Pulling our trump cards may luckily kill, like, one or two of them, but that is all.
Mirai does not look like she wants to talk about the level that we cannot even deal with. She just silently raises the rating for me to see myself.
The last part is utterly horrific. The hologram shows a Commander-class Intruder. That thing now is completely indistinguishable from a typical human. In a tick, it changes to its true form, very buffed-looking with all the muscle-like limbs. Its normal punch breaks a concrete wall, and its gamut of weapons can detonate a stupidly huge radius. Not only that, it leads a bunch of Intruders with a really close overall rating, about more than ninety per cent, with somewhat the same ability. According to the hologram, high-rating Intruders can use the Invisibility technology, and if you do not have high-quality thermal vision goggles or something similar, you spray and pray, before it approaches you and sends you to Heaven. Mirai does not make a single comment and lets me inspect it myself.
- OK, that is it for the ranking part. Now, we have this more important part. - Mirai returns to the tab where the numbers are jumping again. She enlarges the world map densely marked with crosses that I have seen half an hour ago.
- Here, the crosses mark out the bases and towers of the Intruders. From green to red, they signal the danger level of the bases. The higher the danger level, the harder it is for us to attack, but it also means the higher the significance of the bases for their army and the harder it is for them to repair if they are damaged. What we attacked during our first mission is just a green-level facility, a reconnaissance tower, so probably by now, they have repaired them already. - Mirai continues her lecture.
- Unless we shut down every green-level facility at once. The damage would be somewhat similar to shutting down a red-level facility. - I contribute my idea.
- That is a good idea, but there are, like, thousands of such towers out there. Where do you get the manpower from?
- The towers in close proximity should be linked to each other to transmit information. If you can create a virus able to spread between towers, there will be quite long-lasting damage. Then, for the next part, while the Intruders are trying to fix the problem, we attack a yellow or red-level facility.
- That is a brilliant idea... Why did I never think of that?
Indeed, we do not need to physically destroy every single tower. We destroy the system linking them together, and the outcome is similar even with less effort.
- Or I have this better idea. We attack this facility here, the main information transmission mini-island, a yellow facility, and we can technically disable every single reconnaissance tower that this island takes control of. - I continue suggesting, seeking approval.
- Also a good idea. But before that...
- Yes?
- You have the brains, but you lack the physical strength and agility, thanks to your couch potato lifestyle of a freelancer who sits in front of your working table twelve hours a day. For the next few months, we will only play around with green-level facilities for you to build up your pitiful muscles. Tomorrow, we will attack this storage, somewhere here. And I will teach you how to ride a plane to save yourself in case of an emergency also. - The elated voice suddenly falls down to a teacher's kind of voice, scolding her students.
What a pain, what a pain...
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Somewhere around the cluster of Ogasawara Islands, flocks of planes, like the night crows in the dark sky, circle around the ruins of the fierce battle, leaving a damaged tower, and countless pieces of metal from planes scattering around. Lieutenant Colonel, head of the K1 Squad of CEA, New York City branch, stands in front of the screen, recording the ruins in real time, a burning cigarette in his mouth. A loud shout from the communication device, and plane after plane, in neatly arranged lines, land on the cliff. Troops in fully-equipped weapons, one by one, swiftly proceed to the ruined tower. From the command of Lieutenant Colonel, they knock on the door and run inside.
Soon, every soldier fills in the tower, mapping out everything. One has reached the control room. With a military camera in his pocket and a flashlight to brighten the room, he takes pictures of the place and sends them to the headquarter. Another has also reached. An information technology expert. He has a set of hacking devices, and with some plugging and clicking sound, everything is extracted. He checks again if everything is neatly compressed into a single folder, then signals the rest to leave.
The planes of some unknown enemies have arrived, only tens of miles away. The troops enter the planes and evacuate. Under the command of Lieutenant Colonel, anti-plane lasers from deployed satellites pin down the whole cluster of islands. Having escaped, the troops look at the island they just left. The unknown planes are roasted in a few thousands degree Celsius of the laser, adding to the graveyard of pieces of junk metals. Mission complete. Lieutenant Colonel has finished his cigarette. A bin is right under his table, and a flick from his experienced fingers sends the remnant of the cigarette to the bin. He has been doing so for twenty years of his services. A perfect flick.
It is another day living under the same house with a person, I mean with a pseudo-human robot, and also another day working a freelancer life, and I do not feel a single moment of regret. At the very least, that is what I think as of now... - Yuusha, today, we will continue with your physical training. As mentioned, we will attack this storage, somewhere about one hour of flight from our base. This time, I will teach you how to control a plane. - Mirai instructs me about today's mission while I am trying to finish my breakfast. That is how life works for a person living double lives like me now. Everyday routine, as Mirai says, will start with a training mission in the morning until early afternoon, either 'simple' callisthenic and stamina exercises, or trial missions at real, green-level Intruders' facilities, where I gain simple skills such as weapon mastery, plane riding and strategic planning. Then, I do my projects in the afternoon, sometimes until the evening if t
A quick update on our current dire situation. The Intruders' aerial vehicles approach very closely to us, and even if the EMP device jams their vehicles, the sheer number of them parachuting and landing on the storage will outnumber us. - Let's come to our main course for today! - Mirai seems to get eager as she takes out two remote-controlled planes, equipped with bulletproof, explosion-resistant layers, laser guns and flares to destroy incoming thermal missiles. I hold one of them and quickly observe the plane. Mirai taps on the remote control icon on my tablet and tunes the frequency of the remote control to match the planes. - Since the automatically-operated drones cannot effectively avoid missiles, we change to manually controlled planes. You know how to play a remote-controlled toy plane, can I presume? - Yep. - Well then, let's rock the field. From the entrance of the storage, there emerge two heavily armed drones. The cameras built
- Hi, can you finish fixing this code line by tonight? And this part is bugged, hopefully, you can check it after that. - Yes, Mr., I will check through it and send you the completed version as soon as possible. Thanks for choosing me for your project. It is midday, and I am sitting at my desk, meticulously doing the project I am hired for. The room is filled with a sense of silence and concentration. All that is left are the typing sounds of my mechanical keyboard, the beeping of the system, and maybe the air-conditioning system cooling my room. Besides that, there are rows and rows of neatly arranged books about programming and different stuff sitting on the shelf behind my back, as if they are supervising me. The clock continues ticking, but the important thing now is that I have only a few hours left to send out the files for checking by the customer. In another room, there gives out a more professional vibe. Mirai is carefully analysing the samples we brou
- Good, good, you are making some progress here. Your strength, stamina, agility, flexibility and reflex status have improved by forty percent. - Mirai nods her head as she is noting down some numbers on the tablet. - Haha, no need to praise me. I am a quick learner after all. - I laugh victoriously after the compliment, although the neutral response written on her face turns my mood off. It has been quite a few months of nothing but hectic physical training sessions. Using my backyard as a practice field, I practice all kinds of things. From basic callisthenics, typical exercises to improve physical fitness, to simulated combat exercises with fake targets, where I learn to make on-the-spot decisions and weapon proficiency. Once a week, we go on practical combat, where we cooperate and attack a green-level facility or two. The unrelenting sun of the noon, although for an autumn day, is coating everything below it with a layer of scorching sunlight, and then who
- Anyway, fire grenades and flamethrowers are must-haves. I will escort you to a safe sniping spot, then we split up. In case things turn bad, call in air support to distract them. - I suggest the idea as a last attempt. - Sure, let's make do with this first. In the snowy weather, we flee across the forest. Soon, we see a hill, which is again covered in layers of snow and complex terrain. At the top of the hill, we can see the military camp. I help Mirai to set up a camouflage, which simply consists of a white suit to fit the snow and a disruptor to conceal their electromagnetic radar. Then, I leave the hill, across the forest, towards the military camp again. Things do not go as easily. As soon as I reach the forest, a few Intruders have been deployed to search for us in the forest, and if not thanks to my sharp instinct, I could have exposed myself. I hide behind a boulder and update the field through my tablet. About twenty Intruders with light arms are p
Hi. This is Masunori_M_D, and welcome to A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex, a science fiction novel. Other elements are included, but it will revolve around science fiction as its main theme. Before I talk about anything, thanks for reading my novel, although it is just one or two chapters. As an amateur author, I sincerely value your reads, as the reception would help me improve my novel. For now, the first few chapters may be a bit boring. However, the story would (hopefully) be more interesting after about ten chapters. Let me guide you through our content until now. 'A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex' has a total of four arcs, named Training, Escape, You and I, To Where it All Begins, and Showdown. As of now, we are in our first arc of the novel. In this Training arc, we would have sub-arcs, which include the following sub-arcs. The content of the future arcs will be reviewed in the future. I) Training (100 + 7 chapters) 1) Introduction (11 chapters)
2050, It is mid-November. The festive atmosphere of another Christmas has taken over every nook and cranny of metropolitan New York City. Roads are lit with a light blue colour, resembling snowflakes. Every corner, there are sounds of the bells jingling and the sound of excited people, talking to each other while holding big boxes of presents. The sense of business can be felt even more than a month before the real festival, as people rush to buy goods before prices start to spike. In the centre of the city, the headquarters of the Counter-Extraterrestrial Association sits majestically like a king. In the office room, Lieutenant Colonel is sitting behind the big screen, watching every dot moving on the digital world map. Numerous abnormal activities have been detected recently, mostly in remote areas, and there have been countless times that he and his comrades have received sudden calls at midnight because something has been found. The burden is not only on him but also thousand
- Geez, these damn locusts just come without an end! Mirai, from the hill nearby, is busy setting up SAM turrets on the ground to repel the endless waves of autonomous drones that have been jamming our communications. Upon receiving the bad news, she is now handling even more burden. For my side, the drones by Mirai are helping clear some of the enemy drones from above, leaving some space for me to access the arsenal, although limited. I take out the Agility module, which is simply a pair of rollerblades with propellers, gear up and rush through the camp, in the direction of the two Intruders. Blasting through the air at the speed of a horse, I quickly catch up with the Intruders, who have noticed my presence. I withdraw the flamethrower and mercilessly roast their armour with the scorching streams of fire. They try to counterattack, but the module quickens my reaction, and I effortlessly dodge all the attacks. At a closer range, I withdraw a photon shotgun, and withi
- Quick! Secure all exits of the television studio. Initiate first-level protocol. Focus security around studio 4-A. Hurried footsteps echo through the corridors and halls, as fully-armed police and military personnel impose a lockdown on the studio and check every nook and cranny for any intruders. The studio that hosts the game show is located in a fairly remote region near Cairo. As a national studio that produces most of the programmes in the country, its level of security is on par with a military base. The specific information of measures implemented is obfuscated to the public. Still, with some observation, one would realise that making any move within the studio needs meticulous planning from the most intelligent of humanity. As soon as every staff in the studio is mobilised, the girl starts to move. The trip sensors she installed throughout the studio have simultaneously triggered, capturing a huge movement.__________- The twelfth question is another
- ... and despite being the country with the largest area in the world, boasting up to eleven different time zones, Russia is surprisingly not the country with the most time zones in the world. In fact, it is France that claims the crown as the country with the most time zones in the world, with twelve different time zones ranging from UTC-10:00 to UTC+12:00! This is attributed to the fact that France has many territories worldwide, which also highlights their significant presence worldwide.- Wow, that is a very detailed description, although it may be difficult for the audience to grasp what you are trying to say. But yes, the correct answer to the country with the most time zones is B, France! Let us give another round of applause for the amount of wisdom this fortitudinous man possesses! With Mirai's assistance from somewhere outside the studio, we breeze through the first ten questions ranging in all sorts of topics and requiring countless hours every day look
- Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the thousandth show of the series "Who Wants to Be the Zillionaire?", a weekly trivia game show every Tuesday only available on Al-Hayat TV. I am your host, Ali, and today, to commemorate the thousandth show, the stakes have been raised. There are still fifteen questions, but each question is exponentially harder. In return, once the player clears all fifteen questions, he will win up to... A billion Egyptian pounds, approximately three billion yen or twenty million US dollars. That is ten years' worth of my previous salary or more. For thirty-three years of my life, I have never thought about this, because the odds of reaching the final question are as high as winning a lottery. However, with Mirai's help, getting the winning prize will be a breeze.- Let's welcome our player for today! Due to special circumstances, we will refer to him as T. Mr. T, please come in. The door to the game show arena opens., and I am immediately
- It has been so long since we last talked in person. So, how have you been? - Let's say, my past few years have been a mess. You? - Same on my side. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to live around that woman. - From what I see, she is a very intelligent and awesome person, no? I envy you for having such a partner. - It is because of that so-called intelligence you praise her for, that I do not even understand what is going on in her head. I have a better chance of winning a lottery than guessing her mood. We quarrel almost every day. - However, if you think of it, it is those days that you argue that make you appreciate the days that you two live harmoniously together. Of course, I cannot speak for you, because my marriage is very peaceful back then... - I think I have mentioned this before, but please do not compare our dynamic with a married couple. - You are overthinking, brother. Albert and I
2060, Sahara desert... Project Ashita... After the brief exchange with the Colonel-ranked Intruder named Lamabula, Mirai and I spent countless hours after the construction observation duty hours to devise a plan. After careful consideration, the seeds of Project Ashita are sown. Before introducing the project to the CEA survivors, Mirai initially hesitated, but she ultimately discussed it with Lamabula. Without a doubt, he burst into his signature, explosive laughter and rejoiced the moment Mirai mentioned the scale of the project, and willingly lent a portion of the base's space for the construction of the colossal battleship. So long as he deemed us subpar compared to the Intruders, he would continue lending assistance. However, the dangerous part of this rigged contract is that we do not know until when he would deem us sufficiently dangerous and suddenly cut all support. However, that has never been Mirai's concern, who can fight head-on with Lamabula, and whose distrust a
Counter-Extraterrestrial Association, Egypt branch, 2060, From the outside, it looks like a small stand-up comedy house within the bustling tourist area of Cairo. However, in the basement, its true form is revealed. More than half of the basement area is for equipment and vehicle storage, and in the corner, a hydraulic lift is responsible for carrying them to the first floor. Deeper into the basement is the meeting room. Around the table, Mirai and Wilhelm sit next to each other, on the largest seat designated for high-ranking officials of the CEA or important people. Then, Ernst, Gottlob, Arthur, Maric, and I sit on the remaining seats. At the centre of the table, a hologram depicts the images of the current situation. Under the table, each seat will have a mouse which resembles a ball, so anyone can freely rotate or zoom in on the hologram projection for better observation. - Thank you everyone for being here. Before we start the impromptu meeting, two more people wo
And then, the two hands of the clock of fate met. What happens is bound to happen, and humanity is none the wiser. After being separated from the tomb's lid, the mysterious device's defensive mechanism went off, resulting in vibrations across the entire pyramid. The team immediately fled from the chamber, with Wilhelm leading and Ernst in the back. Gottlob and Arthur kept close to Maric, the only person without any firearm or combat experience. - Mileva, you stick to us at all times. We will handle this. - As if I have another choice. - Watch out! A stone fragment cracked from the ceiling and fell down. Ernst charged forward, pushing both Maric and Arthur forward, right before it hit the ground and shattered. - I told you, stay vigilant! - Sorry, sir. The only things Maric could hear were the chaotic rustling and the humming from the vibrations. Never would she think that a life-and-death situation occurred to her simply due to
Humans immerse themselves in illusions, but who dares to break through such sweet dreams and pursue reality? - Wow, look at this artefact, guys. - Let me see, let me see. - So cool! The next day, Maric's group visited the cluster of pyramids in Giza. To avoid the tour buses flocking in and causing an influx of tourists to roam around. Thus, the poor soul who returned to the hotel late after the stand-up comedy show was sleep-deprived, against her gang whose energy and enthusiasm were over the roof. Waking up as soon as six in the morning to have an indulgent breakfast and catch the earliest bus, they reached the foot of the most colossal one, the Great Pyramid of Giza at eight-thirty. They shared money to book a guide for the entire visit, and the man in summer clothing and a hat was already there, waving at them. The pyramid visit was expected to last half an hour. Because there were few people in the tunnels, the occasional breeze that traver
To leave everything behind. For the greater cause. Ever since then, the words echoed in her head, like an enclosed chamber with a perfect reflection. The words were stuck there, and it made her unable to think properly. What did they mean? - What is on your mind, darling? - Nothing. Just weird, personal stuff. After getting close to a science major graduate from the University of New South Wales, the two decided to come together and live under the same roof. They had a lovely child, and their road ahead was paved with rose petals. Of course, no happiness is eternal. On that fateful day, she heard the words. _____________________________________ - Huh, Egypt? Of all places? - Come on, you are a sociology bachelor. Why so sceptical? Just consider it a cultural appreciation trip. Her group of colleagues were planning to visit another country during their precious holidays. Unlike everyone, who seemed to be very ecstatic about the tr