I closed the [Terminal Window], picked up the sister’s core, and cracked it with my arm blade. I sat there for a long moment before taking a deep, metaphorical, breath and connecting to the next one. Carnivac brought me all the loaded cores that the murder bots had collected as well as any intact cores from the murder bots themselves. I continued connecting to them and talking with these people through the night. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything so emotionally draining as telling these people what happened to them and being with them in their final moments. Some were sad, others were angry, some pleaded while others were resigned. In the end, between the eleven villagers that were murdered and bound to cores and the seventeen out of twenty one murder bot cores that were recovered, sixteen chose to continue living on as Automata. The other twelve wanted to be released. Most of the twelve were at peace with moving on but a few refused the idea of becoming “abominations” and
Right now, I’m currently in a fantasy world with the body of a magic robot, named Prime. I used to be a software engineer for a pretty big company. In my free time, I really enjoyed designing and 3D printing my own action figures and toys. Robots, in particular, were a favorite of mine. For the most part, though, I felt like I was a Non-Player Character or NPC in my own life. People came to me when they needed something, usually work-related, but that was about it. One Friday night on my way home from work, after a particularly grueling week, I died. Apparently, my death went beyond being just an accident thanks to a Cosmic SysAdmin named “Beam”. What if I told you that everything you know, your entire universe, is just a game? You are the player character of your world, and that world exists entirely on a cosmic scale server somewhere alongside countless other worlds and universes. There is no greater plan or destiny, these worlds are spun up on these servers to try out diff
It had been a couple of days since we got to the massacred village of Shady Grove and everyone was working hard to rebuild it into the new Automata village. When I was last here, I’d piled all of the bodies that I found into the drained fountain at the center of the village and burned them, rather than feed the scavengers with their bodies. It seemed like the right thing to do for the poor folks that were killed. Buildings were repaired and cleaned, and living areas were remodeled into work areas for the new residents. Without a need for breaks, work went on around the clock. In just a few days the village had been transformed from a desolate ruin into a thriving community. Work still continued on construction and design, but the village was mostly functional now. There was some argument over whether or not to build an Inn or tavern since none of the Automata would have a need for it, but in the end, it was decided that there needed to be a place to welcome outsiders. Shea appre
It was sloppy work, but the clay was collected and put into large jars that then went into my [Inventory] for later. If we were going to be fighting more Automata in the future then having a weapon that could take them out quickly was going to be really useful. Getting the turtle apart was proving to be much more difficult though, even with the help of Mara and Kull. Both of them were skilled enough hunters in their previous village life, but neither had any experience with something this huge. I really wished I could call Najii, the Guild Dismantler, up on the phone and ask for tips or for her to swing by. Still, they knew the basics of dismantling which was better than me so I listened to any advice they had to offer. In the end, I had to build a huge sword with the fire crystal of
The rest of the trip home went by quickly with Cyclone, though we rode in silence. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts, I’d have to do something for Elita to make this right. I’d really put my foot in it. When I was IronHide, it was the most natural thing to think that she and other Automata like her were less than what I’d become. Now I was horrified that the thought even existed. Where had it come from? We were still a couple of miles out from the Urd gates when we stopped to switch shells and walk the rest of the way in. It was mid-afternoon and possible that we might run into more Adventurers returning from quests so we had to play it safe. I really should have asked Beam for a mapping function. The ability to see the locations of others on a map would be super useful. We looked around but didn’t see anyone in the area.&
Below us, it seemed like every Knight Watch guard and Adventurer were out running around looking for us. Not one of them thought to look on top of their Guild Hall building. It would be much safer for us to move from roof to roof once the sun went down so we had some time to kill.First, I finished the repair work for Elita. Thankfully, I had my mobile workshop stored in my [Inventory]. A lot of supplies as well as all the projects I’d left in Jada’s shop were in my inventory too, but I had no idea how or why they had gotten there. Since I was doing work on her anyway, it would be a good opportunity to install an upgrade that I’d been wanting to give her for a long time. The ninja was engulfed in flame and hit the ground rolling to put the fire out. The second didn’t seem concerned for their comrade and kept pushing forward.I drew my two wakizashi and slashed at the oncoming ninja, but she dropped to her knees, leaning back and avoiding my strike. Elita was ready with the follow up and cut down with her own blade. The ninja caught Elita’s strike with a kunai and drew her own short sword. Before the ninja could strike, Elita sent a couple thousand volts of electricity through her sword, into the kunai, and into the ninja.The ninja crumpled into a convulsing heap as her sword clattered to the rooftop. Ravage, in bot mode, calmly picked up the fallen sword and stood on the chest of the heavily breathing ninja with the sword at her neck.Automata Prime 2.5: A daring escape
There was no longer any point in holding on to the MurderBot body that I had in my [Inventory] since we wouldn’t be going back to the Guild to report. The MurderBots were about the same size as me, but our heads were more or less normal sized so it should fit on Shiro’s body okay.I was already starting to formulate theories on what had happened to Shiro and I couldn’t help but want to pay a visit to this village on Shiro’s behalf. As tempting as some vengeance might be, making Automata into a blanket enemy that the organics could rally against was a really bad idea. Even trying to talk to them right now would likely be fruitless since the ones that did this and their friends and families likely would see this less as a