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- [September 19, 2151]
- [Fort Frances Airbase]
- [Fort Frances, Former American continent]
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- In the air control tower of the airbase, traffic officers monitor the long range scanners as usual, with no disturbances so far. However, on one of the screens, a small blip appears; its signature looks to be of a lesser profile than that of a standard civilian two-seater hover-plane. Despite its size, it moves incredibly fast, faster than any aerial vehicle of its size.
- (Air Traffic Officer 1): Hey, you guys seeing this?
- (Air Traffic Officer 2): Yeah. It's moving really fast, but it can't be a standard plane.
- (Air Traffic Officer 1): Should we call it in?
- (Air Traffic Officer 2): Alright, send a drone plane after it. If we can get a visual, we'll know what we're dealing with.
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- [September 20, 2151]
- [University of Windsor]
- [Windsor, Canadian origin continent]
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- Dr. Laura Reed steps out of the university and is accompanied by Dr. Wei Ho; the two of them wait by the curb after she calls for a taxi.
- (Laura Reed): That presentation went better than I thought.
- (Wei Ho): Yes, I agree! I'd have thought our slideshow of the Atlantean amulets and Gamera's body scans would've been met with skepticism, but their openness generally surprised me.
- (Laura Reed): Well, Wei, people's attitudes change in the world we live in now.
- (Wei Ho): Indeed. Oh, our cab is coming.
- A taxi cab pulls over next to the curb; the two scientists get inside, and the cab drives off to the airport. Behind them, from a short distance that puts their taxi just in view, another cab tails theirs, although the two of them are unaware of its presence; they continue to chat inside the car.
- (Laura Reed): Has Anna gotten any feedback yet from the moon base?
- (Wei Ho): Well, a pair of researchers actually came up with something. Ironically, the Synthetic one of the two was the one to come up with the starting premise.
- (Laura Reed): Oh? Do tell.
- (Wei Ho): If what I've gleaned from what Anna told me correctly, by rewiring the connective wiring in the sentience matrix in a Synthetic's cloned human brain and substituting its material for a more accepting element, theoretically, a Synthetic could control a Colossus or Mobile Titan without requiring any Human intervention.
- (Laura Reed): That's incredible!
- In the taxi behind the pair's own, a person sits in the back, completely covered by darkness except for their hands; they're holding a lit datapad with a green blinking light in the corner of its screen that indicates it's currently recording. Back in the two researchers' cab, unknown to the occupants, a small device underneath their seats is emitting a green light that blinks in perfect unison with the tailing stranger's datapad recording.
- (Wei Ho): And I think I know exactly what substitute material to use! Ori--
- (Laura Reed): Orichalcum.
- (Wei Ho): *surprised* Uhhh...... yes.
- (Laura Reed): I know. It makes sense. This unique metal alloy of the civilization of Atlantis contains many gifts, and it may be just what's needed to kick development of the Colossi and Mobile Titans up into full gear.
- (Wei Ho): Then it's settled. We will continue our work in trying to replicate the Orichalcum composition, and see if it will yield positive results in our defense projects.
- Back in the stranger's cab, their datapad stops recording, and an anonymous avatar comes up in the screen's center; the avatar begins speaking to the stranger in a voice that hides its user's natural voice through a scratchy, muffled filter.
- (Anonymous): Has the information been divulged yet?
- The stranger nods in response to the avatar's question.
- (Anonymous): Very well. We have no use for them anymore.
- The stranger nods, and the datapad's communication line ends; the cab the stranger is riding in takes a right turn; it no longer tails Dr. Reed and Dr. Ho's taxi.
- As the two of them converse, Dr. Ho looks out the window, up into the sky. A look of silent terror spreads over his face; he ceaselessly nudges Dr. Reed's shoulder.
- (Laura Reed): What? Wei, I swear, if you're trying to get me to look at another damn billboard--
- Dr. Ho tugs Dr. Reed's shoulder over, turning her entire face in the same direction as his. The two of them now both display a look of terror.
- High in the sky, seemingly following the cab, is an enormous Gyaos, vastly different compared to previous incarnations.
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