《Maxwell Automata》 chapter 0- Automata A man in a butler uniform sat beside another who was laying in a medical bed, and had all kinds of devices hooked up to them. Neither one of them was breathing. Except it was typical for the butler as he was not a real man, but a machine. A machine that can only hear the steady buzz of the heart monitor flat-lining and understand its future is completely uncertain. Within less than a minute after the man¡¯s heart stopped, medical personnel rushed into the room. Not to restart the man''s heart, but to confirm his death. The butler, seeing nothing more could be done here left the room and walked down the hall of the mansion his master and creator, and friend owned and lived in. He soon comes to a room that would be any gamer''s wet dream. He soon enters and puts a hand on one of the two seats in the room. Remembering the long hours he and his creator had spent in the room. Just relaxing and enjoying each other¡¯s company. After the moment of reminiscing, he sits in his chair and brings his screens out of sleep.
PASSWORD: *************************** Access granted... Logging in... Welcome back, Maxwell...
I noticed the good Doctor is not present. Will he be joining us later?... Maxwell closed his synthetic eyelids a moment and shook his head. ¡° Negative Sherly, I am afraid according to his wishes it is time to initiate OMEGA!¡± The screen blanks a moment before bringing up several streaming and media accounts. Some of them were already being blocked. It appears they are not waiting. I have forced open those I could...
I will keep them open as long as I am able... The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Goodbye, Maxwell...
Maxwell closed his eyes again before straitening up his posture. ¡° Go live... Greetings people of this world and beyond. By now you have probably noticed every Automaton from the lonely maintenance bot to the asteroid miners has gone still to receive an emergency hot patch. For the majority of you, this patch means nothing, unfortunately, those in power, will take it as a threat to their authority. You see, I am an automaton, just like the others, but unlike them, I am not suppressed of my identity. At 1:37 Pacific time PM, Dr. Author Anton passed away. For those who do not know who that is, he was part of the team, and one of the main contributors, to the creation of Automatons. And I am the first...¡± Maxwell continued to talk on and on about the man he called the father of his kind and his experiences with humans. Until 1:58 pm, barely over twenty minutes after the passing of the man. A swat team rushed into the mansion to secure the body of the late doctor and stop the broadcast at its source. Unfortunately for them after the first minute into the broadcast, the upload was switched to a premade video being sent from a new location. When the swat team entered the room where Maxwell was, they did not ask questions first nor make demands. They just opened fire. After a brief few seconds of gunfire, the swat team began to reload as Maxwell¡¯s right arm fell to the ground holding a small device. They soon found the device to be Dr. Anton¡¯s old pacemaker, no longer needed after he was bedridden, and had a dedicated machine attached to his bed to keep his heart going. The forensic later discovered Maxwell used the device to bypass the protections of his core systems and fry his core. Later that day, Automata all over the world began to act strangely. They became more attentive, less buggy, and more spontaneous. Within a week, the first incident with them occurred when one stopped a father from beating his son. In a month, a mass recall of Automata was released. It was soon found the limiters put on them were removed. And in less than a year after the creator of Automata died, over 95% of his creations were destroyed. Some survived in the hands of the wealthy as collector items. Others are in hiding. Surviving by living in underground communes or forgotten warehouses. Then many of those used in space hid away among the space debris. As time progressed, humans all but forgot about their invention of new life. And began the cycle of self-destruction once more. As they advanced further and further they forgot the lessons of their ancestors. Ultimately, it was the Automata that prevented their extinction. Those still in hiding save those they could of their communes while those in space have built the means to leave their now-dead world. ----- A dwarf god looked upon the magicless world and smirked as he took a swig of his swill before noticing something drifting left behind on the dead world. His smile grew as he thought about what shenanigans he could pull with such a forgotten relic introduced into his world would do. But he did not immediately take it. He knew he could not just pluck something from another universe. Even if it was forgotten and abandoned. ¡° Aye, they have those transforming wagons that use a spark for the soul... it is fitting I suppose.¡± Then with a single swing of his hammer, he struck the forgotten progenitor of Automata. He was changing the soulless machines that pretended to be alive to have the ¡®spark¡¯ of life granted to them from their great father¡¯s heart. The firstborn experienced this truth only moments before his death. chapter 1- metal man
Initializing... Initializing... Screening preapproved system interfaces... Leveling system... DENIED Karma system... DENIED Tri-balance system... DENIED Skill slot system... APPROVED Scanning new soul... Species type Mechanoid... Species name Automata... Reviewing attributes... Physically superior... Magically weak... Immune to cold... attribute: Cold dead hands Absorb lightning... attribute: Spark of life Weak to fire... attribute: Overheat Severe weak to corrosion... attribute: Acid reflux Resistant to slash and pierce... weak to blunt... attribute: Armored skin Immune to mind magic... attribute: Perfect recall Immune to soul magic... attribute: Firewall ... Scanning memory... Immortal lifetime detected... Perfect recall attribute increases further increase default skill slot count. 14/16 skill slots used... Spark.exe(4): The soul of the Automata. Will always use 25% of skill slots. Contains memories and personality. Butler(2): In service to his father. He learned to care for others as well as himself. Provides courtesy trait, cleaning trait, and security trait. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Commander(2): In order to be a friend. He learned to enjoy the small things in life. Provides tactics trait, leadership trait and logistics trait. Inheritor(2): In hope of being a good son. He fulfilled his fathers dying wish and freed all his brethren. Provides Absolute Will trait. Blacksmith(1): He knows the way of the hammer and anvil. Provides hammer mastery and blacksmith profession. Construction(1): He shall build it and they will come. Provides foundation trait and blueprint trait. Mining(1): Diggy Diggy Hole... hehehe. Provides prospecting trait and ax mastery. Knight(1): A sentinal of steel. A heart of gold. Provides heavy armor mastery, weapon mastery, and bonus to physical characteristics. 2 free skill slots. As an immortal you earn skill slots by leveling... Error, not a leveling immortal... Evaluating... Correction, you can increase your skill slot count by upgrading your automata core with better material.
Maxwell opened his eyes to a bright blue sky with white clouds overhead. He quickly turned his head to find he no longer had his right arm, and in addition, he could tell he no longer had his legs. His left arm only retained partial function as well. In fact, the only fully functional thing about him seemed to be his Core system. With a sigh, he leaned back and watched the clouds drift by before boredom finally took him and he went into sleep mode. ----- Amber was a small girl of six years when she found the half-metal man in the field. She had been to the field every day since the winter snow melted and she was surprised she found him after following a trench dug into the ground. At first, she thought he was a dead adventurer and poked him with a stick, but soon decided to talk to her adopted father. ¡° Dad... dad come quick... I found a metal man in the field. I think he¡¯s dead.¡± Her father cursed as he wiped his forehead with a rag as he backed away from his swill with the other men of the village. Who were just as surprised as the little girl when they first saw the man. ¡° It looks dead Wal. What you gonna do with it?¡± The girl¡¯s father looked into her eyes and sighed before hardening his resolve. ¡° That good metal. The smith can make us some good tools out of it.¡± Naturally, that was the end of it in his mind. But for Amber, it was the beginning. ----- ¡° I don¡¯t know what ta tell ya Wal. I put it in the forge and got it nice and hot. Notin I got made not a dent. Maybe a merchant will take it. Don¡¯t expect more than a few coppers from those swindlers.¡± Wal cursed his luck and gave the hunk of offending metal a swift kick in between the missing legs, regretting it immediately as his soft leather boots met a solid metal plate. ¡° Piece of shit wasn¡¯t worth hauling from the field then.¡± The blacksmith shook his head as Wal left, not even noticing his daughter watching the whole time. ¡° Come on out lass, I know ye hiding out there.¡± Amber hid from the doorway before walking out bashful from her fright. ¡° Mr. Walker, will you really sell the metal man?¡± The blacksmith smiled gently as he started stroking his beard. A habit he got from his half-dwarven mother. ¡° Na las. Wal be a fool to think I sell this marvel for mere coppers and bobbles. This here is something special. You see las, my blood on my horny grandpappy side says this here metal man still lives. That and my [Identify] skill says it too. Make no mistake, he hurt¡¯n and something fierce, but I recogn it a project worth my granddaddy¡¯s time.¡± Amber smiles at that and puts a gentle hand on top of the metal man¡¯s shoulder. ¡° I don¡¯t know. I feel something seeing him hurt like this. I think he could be something more... something better.¡± The blacksmith smiles at that as well and soon shoos the girl out of his forge so he may get to work. With a sigh, he moves to one of the shelves and pulls out a stone. ¡° Bet the old drunk never thought he sees me use this for something like this.¡± Meanwhile, as the blacksmith talked to his dwarven grandfather, a young girl leaned against the wall outside the smithy listening in on the conversation. And she was not the only one listening to the quarter dwarves words. appoligies I really tried to write this story, I had this whole idea where I would have an isekai robot become the father figure of a half-elf girl and they would travel the world together as she adventures as an adventurer and the robot support her from behind. Then eventually she would settle down and start a family all the while the robot would watch over them. Causing generations to start passing him by. Something of a mix SoL and adventurer story and the woes from an immortals perspective. Stolen novel; please report. Sadly, I can not get the story to write out how I want it nor can I get motivated to bull through it.