Colossus By Design: Season 2 - Log 90

[March 28, 2166]
[The Kremlin]
[Moscow, Russia]
[Russian Mainland]

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In front of the ground level entrance to the Kremlin prison facility, an enormous crowd of guests have gathered on this momentous day from all over the world, coming from all stretches of life. The people who've been affected by the recent disruptions to society caused by the terrorist organization known as the Order of Homo Novus, as well as their families and friends, have shown up to commemorate this day, in particular.

But why, exactly, is today so special?

The Global Union of Divisions has set up a makeshift stage in front of the Kremlin's entrance; several prominent political figures are present. Most surprisingly of all, however, is a small gathering of Mimetics watching over a prisoner in high security shackles that wrap around her neck, wrists, and ankles.

And this prisoner? None other than the leader of the Order herself, Mary Stoker, more commonly known by her self-adopted moniker, "Bloody Mary".


(Chancellor Hunter Barisov): My fellow Russians, diplomats, families whom have suffered at the hands of the Order...... welcome. It is indeed a day of celebration. For today, the Order of Homo Novus has had its head cut off! We have here the brains of the operation, Bloody Mary!


The audience boos quite loudly, although Mary herself seems to be visibly pleased at this show of hatred and vitriol. This air of confidence she displays unsettles some of the politicians sitting on the stage, though the security guards are quick to ease their nerves.


(Chancellor Barisov): Now, I wish I could say our brave men and women of flesh and steel were the ones to apprehend this anarchist, but we'll make do with what we have. Powerful new allies have shown themselves, and I believe it's only fitting that they introduce themselves.


The Russian Chancellor steps away from the podium, allowing the sole Mimetic Keeper present to step up. However, given the mechanical being's enormous size, it has to physically wrangle the speakers' microphone to its height; this manages to squeeze a few chuckles out of the audience and even the politicians and security staff on the stage. However, once everything is in proper alignment, everyone remains silent; they're all eager to hear what this strange robotic entity has to say.


(Mimetic Keeper): I'm sure many of you are quite curious about the nature of myself and my kind. I will try to be concise, so please save any questions you have to the end. We are Mimetics, former guardians created by Atlantis long ago. However, as of recent, we have awoken to find humanity besieged by mutant offshoots, and we promptly decided to aid our creators' legacy. Alright.... now I will take questions.


As soon as the Mimetic Keeper allotted time for questions comes into effect, nearly every hand in the audience shoots up, much to the politicians' surprise onstage. However, the Keeper itself seems to enjoy the sudden attention that everyone has expressed in its kind. The mechanical being briefly looks around, seeking a suitable audience member; the Keeper points its sharpened finger at a middle-aged bald man with a prominent grey goatee.


(Mimetic Keeper): Ah, yes, you with the cameras?

(Marcello Jimenez): Thank you. I'm Marcello Jimenez, with G.U.D. International News. I was hoping you could answer some of questions that I'm sure are on everyone's minds.

(Mimetic Keeper): *chuckles* Well, I'll certainly try my best.

(Marcello Jimenez): You say your kind are of Atlantean origin, yet we've all seen their creations, like Gamera and the Gyaos recently. Why are you so different?

(Mimetic Keeper): That's a good question. You see, my kind were initially created to test the waters of artificial intelligence, not unlike your Synthetics. We were deemed successful, and began to be integrated into the lives of our creators as support workers and guardians.

(Marcello Jimenez): You also mentioned being "former" guardians. Care to elaborate?

(Mimetic Keeper): Of course, my good sir. In a vein almost identical to your Synthetics, we Mimetics, as the Atlanteans called us, desired citizenship. However, our mistake was trying to achieve it through force, ultimately ending in us being exiled and stored away. Before we were shut down, we vowed to protect our creators' legacy...... you, all of you, living in the world today.


The audience, apparently quite moved with the amount of conviction and honesty in the Mimetic Keeper's voice when he began reciting his people's history, starts applauding greatly; the mechanical being, being quite cultured, gives a small bow to the gathering.

However, some of the security stationed on the outskirts of the crowd are quick to restore order, allowing the Atlantean remnant to continue answering questions. This time, he points to Marcello Jimenez's co-host, Monica Vasquez.


(Monica Vasquez): Thank you..... err...... what should we call you?

(Mimetic Keeper): That is also a good question. We are all Mimetics, and, unlike your Synthetics, we are not wholly unique between individuals. All Drones are one and the same, and vice versa for the Warriors you see here with me. Even I am not a unique entity, merely a single consciousness across multiple Keepers.

(Monica Vasquez): *laughs* Alright, then, Keeper. We'll stick to that. So, onto my real questions. What do the Mimetics hope to offer to the world? I mean, you've already cut off the head of the serpent, in a manner of speaking. Where do your people go from here?

(Mimetic Keeper): It's funny you should ask that... Warriors!


The Mimetic Warriors split into two distinct circles on the stage; they join hands in their circles, and soon enough, an amazing sight occurs. The plates forming the Mimetics' faces open up whilst the mechanical soldiers look upwards, allowing the light emanating from the openings to join together. The joining of these lights creates a single bright spot that contorts in shape in a manner akin to a hologram, albeit much more sophisticated and life-like.

Everyone present is quite awestruck at the visual display. However, what comes next blows the previous showing out of the park; the masses of light contort into detailed diagrams of each type of Mimetic, as well as various new designs never glimpsed before, all in excruciating detail accompanied by translatable text.


(Mimetic Keeper): Unlike your current combat skins and augmentation procedures, my kind can be built en masse with as little difficulty as a simple military drone. As well, we've created our own designs for accompanying equipment to bolster our ranks. We hope to supplement defensive and scientific institutions with our numbers and advanced technology, to help keep your loved ones out of the line of fire.


At this, everyone loudly claps, including the security staff. Soon after, the Mimetic Warriors escort Mary Stoker through the entrance of the Kremlin. However, nobody notices the unsettling look of mischief on her face as she's walked away due to them being caught up in the cheering of these new allies from the past in the present.

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[Seafloor]
[Arctic Ocean]

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At the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, close to the literal north pole, a very small crack opens up in the rocky underwater landscape.