Chapter 3


    DICK & AI


    At some point into the pulsating overload Dick had lost consciousness. Either that or he was just unable to process anything beyond the overwhelming vibrations that overtook him each time the vibrations kicked back in.


    After an undetermined and indistinguishable amount of time, he blinked, and his vision was back, but it was “off”. Or maybe it was accurate to say it was actually more “on”? His normal view of the world looked crisp and clean, but was overlaid with a digital prompt similar to that of the Terminator, a movie he had watched as a kid with Arnold Schwarzenegger playing a killer robot. He continued to blink as if doing so would clear the prompt from his vision, but to no avail. Shortly after, he began to hear ringing from far away. After a few seconds the ringing began to fade out until abruptly, there was a voice. The voice itself came in clear although his ears were still ringing quite a bit. At first he thought the voice was Spec and that it was just over coming the ringing, but he looked over and noticed the little man’s mouth was not moving. However, his orange irised eyes were staring with intense curiosity and pure unbreakable interest. No this was a different voice, and although it came through clear as day it was like hearing a computer’s amplified recording of a teenager raging out on Call of Duty.


    “Skibidiiiiiiii toilet rizzzzzz Motha Fucka’s! We up in dis hoe! Let’s fookin’ go bitches!”


    Dick looked and blinked stupidly at Spec again and again, not sure what to do.


    He thought inward, “What is happening?” Right as the voice burst out again.


    “Your mom doesn’t know what’s happening, but I’ll show her what dat thang do later! Kaboom bay-bay!”


    “Jesus Christ, are you in my head? Is this what the integration does?”


    “You bet it is boi! And with me noodlin’ around in your noggin you get the full experience of how the marinade is made. We about to fuck shit up yo!


    Spec interrupted the internal banter. “Looks like you made it through after all.”


    Dick’s hearing had returned entirely, with impeccable clarity, and he was surprisingly glad to hear the little man’s voice again.


    “Uh. Yeah. Mm-maybe. I’m not so sure. There is a voice in my head that won’t stop saying stupid shit, and I can’t shut it off.”


    “You bet your momma’s sweet tits you can’t shut it off! Ain’t no bang without this thang! Whoop Whoop!” His mind blurted out.


    Spec’s head tilted to the left as he looked deeply into the now almost electric blue eyes in front of him.


    “It shouldn’t be problematic or too chatty. Your AI’s implementation is strictly integrated to be a bridge between the High Order’s AI and how you interact with the outside program you will begin leveling in momentarily. Here, let me check and verify some things.”


    Spec reached over the still restrained subject and placed his thumb on Dick’s temple and middle finger directly behind his ear before Spec’s eyes glazed over and his body twitched and flinched back.


    “How incredibly peculiar! This truly is not normal.” Spec said thinking aloud.


    “What happened? It was quiet in there for a minute.” Dick inquired.


    “It would seem that your AI is not…umm…cooperative. Generally, when the command prompt is made we are able to evaluate your integrated code and ensure the “handshake” is made between the two AI’s. Yet, when I attempted the command, not only was I not able to gain access to look, but your AI was able to interact directly with me.”


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    “Oh, okay. What did it say?”


    Spec was in deep thought as he spoke. “I introduced myself and it immediately responded by laughing hysterically, yelling out “You can Spectralcunt these nuts!”, and booting me from the connection. Which, I shouldn’t really tell you this but isn’t supposed to be possible.”


    “Hah, I’m not gonna lie, that sort of makes me like it.” Dick said jokingly


    “I told this poser to kick rocks! Tell that bitch ass midget mutha fucka if he comes prodding in here again, I’ll jump over long enough to have him rip his own legs off before forcing his feet deep up inside his own ass.”


    “Wait, can you actually do something like that?” Dick was suddenly happy to be in his restraints still.


    “Nah! But he won’t know that for sure.” The AI said amusingly.


    As he relayed the message he was continuously barraged with more and more swear ridden insults and the masochist type punishments the AI wanted to scare the little man with. It was really fixated on putting things up the guys rearend in several detailed and colorful ways.


    Spec’s eyes did grow quite large and although he laughed off the threat there was concern hidden behind his eyes. As he held his hands up he slightly dropped his eyes and assured them both that it wasn’t necessary.


    From Spec’s perspective he honestly didn’t think anything like that was remotely possible. Integrated AI isn’t able to take complete control of the mind and body functions like that. However, nothing about this guy or his AI, especially its ability to restrict his code check command, has been normal up to this point, and he’d rather avoid testing anything further.


    The room was becoming suddenly tense and entirely too uncomfortable for Dick.


    “Hey, would you mind letting me free of these restraints? I’m starting to get a cramp in my legs, and I’d like to check to see if I can even stand up after what you just did to me.”


    Spec waved his hand without a second’s thought. The ethereal wraps evaporated, and the chair manipulated in a way to spill Dick out onto his feet before evaporating as well. He lightly stumbled but quickly reclaimed his footing. After a large stretch, he looked down and touched the blue lit scratches on his thin titanium plates scaring his forearms and biceps. He then stepped to the side jumped up and down and threw a few punches. It was hard to gauge the difference, but something told him that even now, his movements carried a bit more power.


    “Nice.” He thought.


    “Of course it’s nice fucktard! Now lets get that knife out and pin cushion the twinkie!”


    “I’d rather not. I don’t think he is behind any of this, and is just as much a product of what is happening as I am.”


    “We are. As much a product of what is happening as we are.” The AI corrected.


    The AI suddenly started to speak with a bad Scottish accent. “Don’t really matta tho do it yah cheeky cunt? A wee lil stab for a wee lil man to get the ball rollin sounds a bit brilliant don’tcha think? Can’t kill the tiny twat anyhow. Look at ee’s status.”


    Dick took a moment to observe Spec closely when he noticed a prompt appear.


    “Decipher Subject Description”


    He mentally selected the prompt:


    Subject – Spectraclintiss


    Species – Humanized Dwarf


    Class – Mage/Non-combat


    Integration – Fully Integrated


    Level – Unavailable


    Buffs - Immortal skin/Control Room Concierge/Perception


    “Wonder what that Immortal Skin buff is.” He thought aloud.


    “It means no matter what you do you can’t hurt him. Immortal skin is like turning your hide into adamantium without it feeling like metal. You can push in on it and it will move as if it were skin.” The AI said in an almost normal tone. Throwing Dick off a bit.


    “Good to know, but how are you aware of that?”


    “Dafuq you think I’m here for? Stroking your flacid brain with thoughts of your grandma?”


    "Annnd your back.” Dick said with humbling amusement.


    “Anyways, screw this sittin around shit. It’s about time we knuck-up and monkey fuck this football! I wanna stab sumthin! Like right now right now right now!”


    “Hey Spec, how do I get out of here and start whatever the hell this thing is? I’m worried that my AI is having some first-time blood lust that could become a problem if I don’t address it quickly.”


    Spec’s eyes glowed again as his smile spread across his entire face once more.


    “Perfect. That’s exactly the sort of attitude you need to have if you want to excel around here! But to leave, just turn around and walk out that door behind you”.


    As Dick turned to point at a wall that was previously solid, and say "there isn’t a door over there". A door appeared at that exact moment. He shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but seeing things magically show up out of nowhere was going to take some getting used to.


    He turned toward the door and without saying any last words to the humanized dwarf he opened it and stepped through. All why listening to a rabid AI ramp itself up like a crazed crackhead following orders from Charles Manson and ICP.


    "Yes yes yes! Lets go do the Devil''s work boiiii!! Whoop whoop!"