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- The night sky glowed a pale orange above the city lights, the moon tinted
- the color of fresh blood from the smoke wafting from the city below.
- Skirmishes between police, terrorists and Mafia squads lit up the streets;
- they had been going on all afternoon, without a sign of letting up.
- Amid Kubakar leaned back in his chair, listening to his Golden Swords'
- radio traffic. They had seized the bridge leading north out of town and
- teams were making progress in the university district, but nobody had
- found their objective yet. They were searching for a combat robot, a
- prototype he was hunting. It had taken eight years to find, but thanks to
- his mole in the military's local R&D department, he knew it was somewhere
- in Red Web. All he had to do was wait a few more hours, and it would be in
- his hands.
- "Mr. Kubakar, sir! Ninth Lightning Squadron reporting in!" a voice
- crackled on his private channel. "NEON armor sighted, heading westbound
- across Amethyst Boulevard, preparing to engage. Your orders?"
- "Destroy it and anyone traveling with it. It's not the one we want."
- "Acknowledged." The squadron of black manta-like planes flashed above the
- streets, leaving golden vapor trails above the streets.
- The armor in question was running along the sidewalk - its surveillance
- mission had gone south, its cover was blown, and it was caught out in the
- open, on an now-abandoned four lane byway. It sent a signal back to its
- handler, safe in a NEON bunker miles away, requesting help from its human.
- Captain Daniel Romanov spun in his chair to face the screen, showing all
- the armor's diagnostics, flashing red notifictions demanding that he make
- a choice immediately. With a push of a button, he ordered the AI to hold
- course, warm up its weapons, and proceed with the mission as planned. He
- thanked his lucky stars his droid hadn't run into any of the barricade
- firefights people were reporting in, what with Mafia goons wielding EMP
- rifles and worse.
- Immediately the screen flashed red again, alerting him that he had spoken
- too soon. Missile locks from above. Aircraft coming in hot from behind,
- the sound of their engines screaming against the concrete canyon. Daniel
- swore, grabbing the controls and slamming them to the right. A missile
- smacked into the ground just a few feet away, the shockwave nearly kicking
- his armor off its feet. He let go as the AI skidded the armor around a
- corner into a side-road, just in time to dodge a barrage that tore the
- facade of a corner store.
- The flyers slowed down at the intersection and one opened doors along its
- wings; five drones launched out and rocketed after the NEON armor. Daniel
- was sweating, mashing a button on his controls that would signal for
- backup. As if anyone would show up in time. "Armor Vessel-O, got five
- Lightnings chasing me down, anything'd help out right now..." Another
- notification - the AI had picked up a civilian ahead, some idiot punk kid
- with a mohawk and green armored gloves. Daniel set the AI into defense,
- preparing to cover him, but he took up a fighting stance behind the
- armor's back. Kid watched too many kung fu movies, apparently, thought
- Daniel.
- "The name's Jumper Yo," said the kid, taking the initative.
- "I am VSL-0, or Vessel O. I would advise you to leave while you still
- can," said the AI, taking over to answer the softball questions.
- "No way," said Jumper. "We're doing this together." The drones dropped to
- the ground in a circle around them, unfurling into black-armored humanoid
- shapes, slim robots built for speed rather than for a drag-out fight. They
- popped to their feet, activating vibrating blades along their wrists.
- Daniel held his head and braced himself to watch Jumper get cut up.
- "Captain? We need to ta- The hell is going on in here?" said a voice from
- behind Daniel. It was Lieutenant Malia Jefferson, the logistics officer.
- Her eyes were fixed on the screen, watching as Vessel's AI shredded one of
- the drones with one of its plasma chakram at a distance, then gripped the
- other like brass knuckles and sliced another open across its midsection.
- "Who is the civilian?"
- "I don't know, he wouldn't leave," Daniel said, his hands poised at his
- controls, ready to take control.
- "If he gets hurt then we're in a lot of-"
- "I know, I know, we're all screwed." He switched over to Vessel's rear
- sensor to watch Jumper. One of the Lightnings lunged at him with one arm,
- blade whirling; Daniel and Malia sucked in their breath.
- But Jumper grabbed it by the shoulder, then shoved away its other arm as
- it tried to struggle free, slapping away its strikes with his free hand.
- He grabbed its shoulder, swept his leg around the robot's legs, and threw
- it to the ground. Before it could recover, Jumper punched it in the face
- with his hardened glove. He rammed his boot below its chin over and over
- again, until the head snapped free. The robot twitched violently, then
- fell limp.
- "Holy-"
- "Did you see that?" Daniel pointed at the screen, staring slack-jawed at
- Malia.
- "This kid is a psychopath."
- "Somehow I doubt that. If he were really were a psycho, he'd have joined
- the Goldens by now. Here, I'm going to try to upload this recording we
- made, now that we've got a chance. Open up the secure ports to receive,"
- said Daniel. Malia slid her fingers across her tablet, typing in the
- passwords.
- Meanwhile, Vessel had one of the remaining Lightnings by its legs; it
- pulled the drone off its feet, then whipped it like a club against its
- partner, turning both into scrap metal.
- Jumper was breathing heavily behind Vessel; he started laughing as his
- panic turned to relief. "We- we did it, didn't we?"
- The AI cooked up some boilerplate response about what Lightnings were,
- what they were up against, and all that. Jumper started rambling on about
- combat styles, but Daniel was too busy trying to send the file to notice.
- "It's not returning a ping to servers, that's strange."
- "...They're jamming our wireless connection," Malia concluded.
- "What?! How could they do that? That's a 1024-bit system switching between
- thirty-two channels, it shouldn't be possible!"
- "I don't know, but it's happening. Try to find a wired connection, we'll
- be able to bypass the jamming."
- "Hah, you think we're going to find a wired data plug in this day and age?
- ...Hold on, I've got an idea." Daniel reached for the keyboard, overriding
- the AI dialogue program.
- "Oh no, you're not going to ask the boy for one, are you?"
- "You got any better ideas?"
- "Quartering soldiers in peoples' houses is against the Third Amendment."
- "First of all, this is a crisis. We're at war. We'll let the courts go
- over it in a couple years, when we're not being shot up by terrorists."
- "And that's exactly what the amendment prohibits, quartering during
- peacetime and wartime."
- "Let me finish," Daniel said, furiously typing responses to Jumper's
- questions. "Second of all, this is a robot. It's not like you have to make
- him casseroles or let him sleep in your bed. Just stick him in a dryer
- plug for a couple hours and he's good for a week. And third, he just
- consented, so it's a moot point." On the screen, Jumper had headed off
- along the sidewalk, Vessel following close behind.
- "That fast?"
- "What can I say? I'm a social engineer. I can poke people into doing what
- I want."
- "Back in psych 101, we called people like you sociopaths."
- "Maybe that's what I am, I mean, look at what I do. I sit in a room and
- tell robots to kill people across town, and then I watch the whole thing
- on the big screen. What else can you call that except being a sociopath?"
- He battered away on his keyboard, writing a script for Vessel's behavior
- for over the next few hours.
- "When you put it like that, then yes, you'd be a sociopath."
- There was an uncomfortable silence as Daniel coded. Finally, he hit Enter,
- stood up from his chair and stretched, taking one last look at the screen.
- "All right, that should be enough for now. Hey, can you do me a favor
- before we go?"
- "That depends. What is it?"
- "Block off this 'pit, I don't want anyone else to use it, it might screw
- up the upload."
- "Nobody? Not even Niedermeyer?"
- "Especially not Niedermeyer. Oh, and send another armor after Vessel, you
- know, to watch over it in case there's retaliation."
- "Ezaja's ready to go, is that going to be all right?"
- "Hmm, that's the gynoid, right? Ought to be interesting, what with the
- teenaged boy on the other side. Make it so! Come on, the shift's almost
- over, let's go get coffee."
- "Dan, we're at war, remember? The place is probably closed, if the owner
- has any sense."
- "Huh. Yeah, you're probably right. I guess we'll sit around here, then?"
- "Funny how we're on the frontlines for a battle for the city, and we still
- get to work eight hour shifts."
- "I'm not questioning it."
- "Neither am I. Oh! I almost forgot what I came here for." Malia
- straightened up, then flipped through her tablet. "We had another security
- breach on our network this morning." Third one this week.
- "You can't be serious. We've done everything in our power to stop these
- things, and they just keep happening anyway. What did they go after this
- time?"
- "Looks like Yekun files again."
- "Gee, I wonder why. Did they get anything important?"
- "It's not clear at the moment, but all indications are that this one was a
- very sophisticated operation."
- "Just like the last."
- "More sophisticated than that one. Our hackers are all doing their best
- trying to work this out upstairs." Malia's tablet buzzed with an alert.
- "Looks like I've got some more work to do. Take care of yourself, all
- right?"
- "Will do." He wandered down a hallway towards the dorms, and as he did, he
- pondered the state of the project. It had cost them eight years and half a
- billion dollars of taxpayer money to get this far. That Yekun was going to
- cost 40 million a pop to build, even when it did get mass-produced. All
- for a robot that needed someone to hold its hand as it crossed the street;
- eight times out of ten, the AI couldn't pass a Turing test. For that kind
- of money you could kit out a hundred GIs and have them ready in a quarter
- of the time. Jesus, Dan thought. No wonder we're eighty trillion in the
- hole.
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