《A "Living" Weapon Named Death》 The Assassins Daughter Deep under the corporate block, In a large city somewhere in the world, there is a dark room the only sources of light are the flicker of LED panels and the translucent glow of a reddish liquid. On a dais in the center of the room stands eight human-sized tubes. Only three of the eight seem to be in use. Inside two of them, just a small seed floats in the center bobbing ever so slightly. The in front of the last tube stands a man. He has a dark suit on, with his eyes transfixed staring into the face of a girl. He watches this girl as though he is concentrating on a delicate project barely breathing as if not wanting to disturb the floating body from its slumber. What has transfixed this man is a girl the seems to be about 16 or 17 years of age. Though from a distance the girl appears to be normal, upon closer expectation, one would see not everything is normal. The hair of this girl fluctuates between a myriad of different shades and colors Ranging from Black to bright pastels of every color. It waves through the hair hypnotically. The face is normal except the eyes to seem to be slightly too big most likely because the customer ordered several eye mods such as thermal and night vision. What is also unusual it''s the fact that the girl is not wearing a respirator though there are signs of life present in the twitching of the eye as though she''s in a dream. The arms are the most apparent difference as they look as though two sets have been push together in a grotesque manner. The man stares at the tube seemingly for hours without moving. He looks at this child as though it is his daughter or precious gem worth all the money in the world. ¡° All the others have failed me number 7; I want you to be the one that succeeds don''t let your creator down.¡± After speaking these words, his trance seems to have lifted. He heads back to the elevator on the Eastern side pushing the button to go to his office. The Darkly lit office comes to life with the Entrance of the man. He sits down at his desk utterly exhausted, but it is soon time to go home. Suddenly, a quick pattern of knocking on the door.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡° Come in.¡± ¡° Sorry sir, for this late hour but we''ve had another incident.¡± The glimmer of hope that the man had whether he was to go home or not vanishes into the abyss of his pupils. ¡° Which one was it,¡± the man asked exhaustedly. ¡° Number 4, sir.¡± ¡°Was it the same as the others.¡± The other man nodded ¡°Alright get the cleanup crew I want this covered up by morning understand.¡± Again the man nodded as he pulled out his phone as he exited the room. ¡°Just what I needed, oh well, at least I have number seven.¡± ========================================================================= In a completely different part of the world, there stands a mansion on a small hill overlooking a metropolis of a decent size. In front of the estate sits a car which parked only a moment ago. The driver removing himself from the front of the car walks over to opens the door for a middle-aged lady wearing a suit while also holding a briefcase. At the top of the stairs leading to where the car is parked stands a muscular man with a scar on his left cheek wearing a navy suit. He looks as though he is a child waiting to open a present he has expected. At the look of this man, the driver opens the back passenger door. A girl in her teens steps out of the vehicle quite mechanically to stand next to the lady in the suit. ¡°Hello, my daughter,¡± says the man eagerly waiting for her response. ¡°Hello,¡± says the girl quite flatley. At her response, the man seems to grow in anger and stares at the woman in the suit. ¡° I thought I told you to load the program before you delivered it to me.¡± ¡° We would have if the gestation period hadn''t taken longer then expected, but it is fairly simple for you to do it yourself, of course, if you wish to have our help we will gladly comply.¡± The anger in the man seemed to lessen a great deal upon hearing the reason behind the delay in his plans. ¡°As long as you''re willing to help I''m sure it won¡¯t be too bad.¡± The woman nodded at the reply and gestured for the driver to take the girl into the estate. The inside of the estate was lavishly decorated was beautiful paintings and tasteful wallpaper. The small group was lead to the dinning but instead of a table it contained computers and equipment strewn haphazardly across in clusters. The girl was lead to a chair with and a hole where the back the neck and head could be accessed ¡ª the technician that was already at the house informing about the dangers and symptoms to look out for if the weapon he order goes haywire and tries to kill him, carefully inserted the data cord. The Upload The technician began searching for the plug of skin that covered the data port. Upon finding it, she pulled it out in a particular manner. Doing so to bypass a safety measure taken in the case that a model discovers this data port and tries to remove it themselves. This safety measure comes from the deep fear that the engineers hold towards an artificial being, gaining super intelligence and then destroying humanity. The technician boots up the terminal next to the chair making the display light up. She inserts a small disc into the slot loading a premade program design with the wishes of the muscular man, sitting anxiously on the other side of the chair, to become his perfect as possible. The button the terminal lights up as the program is ready to be ported. Pressing the button the cord begins to glow as the data flow begins to fill the head of the girl. The eyes of the girl started to move as though she was in dreaming while asleep. The upload process only took only a few minutes as the program was mostly personality changes. During the upload, the technician takes out a small metal box on the top D.A.T.A is spelled out. Opening it reveals a chip about the size of a small stamp. Carefully the disk is inserted into a low slot on the back of the head just above the spinal cord. D.A.T.A was explicitly designed for military personnel, the acronym standing for Danger Analyst and Target Acquisition. The chip holds a barebones AI which only gives data in the form of danger levels and helps keep a target from being lost in a crowd. However, the much more advanced version using a higher intelligence for it AI base meaning that the functions of the chip could be improved, like path tracking and possible dangers not present in the current situation. It also has a better user interaction with full conversions possible. After all the processes had concluded, the technician removed the data cord, replacing the plug and turning off the terminal. She told the man that it would be a least an hour before she would awake from her slumber. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ----------- Sitting in a large chair facing a large wooden executive desk was a tall man with brown hair, a scar on his left cheek. Wearing an expensive dark navy suit which a maid had pressed yesterday morning, was made quite wrinkled since he lay half asleep with his head resting on the desk where the holo keyboard projected. There he slept in the morning sun, loud ringing was heard from the terminal in front of him. Instantly, he shot up revealing a puddle of drool that had accumulated. Wiping his mouth, he readily answered the call. ¡°Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Ronan?¡± ¡°Yes¡± ¡°I am happy to inform you that your custom order has completed and your product will be sent shortly to your residence.¡± ¡°Good, when will she arrive?¡±asking impatiently as if he wanted it to arrive that very instant. ¡°Only a few minutes more the car was already dispatched when I called.¡± ¡°Thanks, is that all?¡± ¡°Yes, Goodbye¡± With that, the call ended abruptly but, Mr. Ronan didn¡¯t seem to mind as he needs to put on a new suit anyway since his current one creased in unfortunate places. Traveling out of the office in a small hallway with white wallpaper with three doors. He opened the first door to the right. The master bedroom was quite spartan for a large mansion such as this. The simplicity of the room helped him relax when faced with sometimes quite complex issues. Moving to the walk-in closet, he looked through his display of at least twenty suits all used for different occasions. Choosing a more casual blue outfit from the selection, he changed with speed and made he made his way to the front entrance. His face was quite stiff as if not to convey any emotion at all but, on the inside, a flurry of feeling was cascading. Excitement, Nervousness, Hope it all came to a halt. There was a knock on the front door. Mr. Ronan The butler of the house answered the door, as it opened he viewed a young female with dirty blonde hair and stylish uniform with the name Hayven displayed on the front. ¡°You are?¡± the butler asked with an eyebrow raised. ¡°I''m the technician dispatched to go over the dangers and complete the install of the software.¡± ¡° I see, come in I will go get Mr. Ronan¡± allowing the technician inside while traveling smoothly across the floor towards a door to the side of the room. Knocking on the door waiting for a response from inside. ¡°Is she here yet.¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid not sir, but a technician is here to see you.¡± The door opened as Mr. Ronan looked towards the entrance at the woman. He gestured toward her telling her to come into the room. Noticing the motion, the technician walked over and into the room see two sofas facing each other and in the middle was a stylish colored glass coffee table. ¡°Please sit, would you like anything to drink,¡± said the butler while holding a pen and paper. ¡°I¡¯ll have a water please¡± the butler nods and leaves the room. At the exit of the butler, the technician takes out a tablet. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. She began to explain the papers that Mr. Ronan would need to address before they can hand over the product. First is the liability contract and the damage contract. Both represent the same kind of policy. The former for personal injury and the latter for property damage. After Mr. Ronan signed the papers next thing on the list was dangers of using the product in ways not designed. Lastly, The technician handed a small book that was used to spot if a product was showing sign behavior not designated in the original programming. She warned could lead to a free-thinking weapon with a free will able to kill anything in site. Mr. Ronan understood what that implied. After all the paperwork had a signature, the butler had returned with a glass of water. He placed on the table and then exited. ¡°So when will she be here.¡± ¡°Soon, very soon.¡± taking a sip of her water. Oh, I almost forgot.¡± The technician removes a bundle of blueprints from her pack. ¡°These are the blueprints for your custom order; they show what modules she has equipped and any psychical modifications that occurred during the gestation period.¡± Along with papers is a contract. ¡°All of this is confidential and so if you release any of the documents the full weight of our legal team with land on your head. She finished with a smile at the end of the sentence. With all the documentation squared away, there was a knock on the door. ¡°Sir, a car is at the front gates.¡± ¡°It would seem it is time to meet them out front,¡± he says while standing up. He rushes through the door to the front doors out onto the grand stairs that leads to the roundabout. He watches a company car drive up in front of him. The driver gets out releasing the passager. A bit of anger seems to rises as he hates having to deal with suits, but he hides it well since it is part of his job. The suit walks over to the back door and opens it. That bit of anger is overwhelmed with extreme happiness. His daughter is home. As Mr. Ronan is the head of an assassin conglomerate, the fact that him having a family would be dangerous would be self-evident but, he was also young. He was making some money that he had never dreamed after becoming the head of the organization and decided that he could safely settle down with a family. That entailed a kid. The kid turned out to be a daughter who was named Elizabeth. After 12 years of being together and relative safety, the guard had eased too much, and a snake slithered into the garden. As a result of that snake, the mother and the child sacrificed for the father to continue. Mr. Ronan keeps tabs on technologies that could bring his daughter back and when had heard that Hayven Corp. had found a way he contacted them immediately. Realizing that it could be a reality he ordered a particular request. He saddened him when had to make her a killing machine to hide the expenditure from the other bosses, but it also meant that she could protect herself from any threat. Opening A New Door In a room without wall stands a full-size mirror amongst the foggy background. In front of this mirror stands Elizebeth staring at her reflection. She shows no interest in consideration of acting more a doll than a girl. Gradually the fog that surrounds the mirror recedes into nothingness. As if the fogs disappearance had signaled it, the girl suddenly realized something as though waking from a dream. ¡°Where am I?¡± The stiffness is broken by the movement of the girl. ¡°You are dreaming¡± The reflection speaks ¡°Soon you will wake from your dream; I hope you are ready for what you are about to wake up too.¡± The mirror moves aside to reveal a wooden door. On the door says the name Elizebeth Ronan in flowery letters. The door begins to open slowly showing a blinding light on the other side. Elizebeth feels that she is being pulled towards the door. The more the door opens the stronger the pull. Searching for a way to prevent herself from being drawn in, she found nothing but a smooth floor and a horizonless expanse. Her feet began to slide towards the door as the pull gets increasingly stronger almost like the wind of a storm. She soon finds that fighting is futile and instead steps through the door into utter whiteness. The rays of the sun from the window shine on my face. Becoming ever more annoying by the passage of time. Finally, I open my eyes, sitting up in bed so I can see where I have woken up. The room is a relatively large room with a canopy bed sitting directly across from the wooden door with a walk-in closet on one side and what seems to be a desk and large wooden dresser. Windows flank the bed allowing for rays to penetrate from the window on the right. On the nightstand that sits next to the bed sits a holographic alarm clock. On the front reads: 9:00 am. I proceed to stand up out of bed and begin to stretch. Though I find it odd that none of my muscles need to be extended. It¡¯s as though my body doesn¡¯t become in my sleep. That¡¯s a little strange but, not the weirdest thing I¡¯ve ever experienced. Looking down I see that I am currently dressed in a tight-fitting grey tracksuit with black hexagons down the side of the legs and arms.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Looking into the closet, I only find the same tracksuit lining the wall. With the same shoes in the rack on the floor. Though in the back several cases have clothes in them. On has a black nanosuit. I don¡¯t understand why I have that in my closet. Though I do remember so of dad¡¯s friends wears such suits when coming into his office. In the next case lay to a pistol and two sheathed swords. In the final fact, a mannequin has an extravagant dress draped over it. A navy blue dress with a white flower placed on the left breast. Returning from the closet, I went to check the dresser. Opening the drawers revealed everyday undergarments. Closing it, I search the desk to find nothing, not even dust. The only option I can take is out the door. Taking a deep breath, I rotate the door noob and then to pull it open. On the front of the door is the same sign that I saw in my dream. Beyond the door is a hallway with white wallpaper. Stretching in either direction, to the right is another door then to the end of the hall with a more massive door set there. To the left are several entries before the end of the hallway with another more enormous door. In the middle, another hall split off. I take the hallway and see where it goes. Moving down the hallway after closing the door behind me I proceeded to the entrance finding it leads to a grand staircase which seems to be the foyer. Across the way is another hallway leading to another t junction. In the center of the grand staircase hung a large portrait of a man with wife and child standing next to him. The man, in particular, looked somewhat familiar but I couldn¡¯t put a name to it. The rest of the foyer was well-maintained. A chandelier hung from the ceiling made of crystals that revolved around a central globe. A carpet stretched from the top of the stairs to the front door. A small robot was patrolling the foyer searching for any speck of dirt that had entered its domain. ¡°Lady Elizebeth are you lost?¡± Startled she turns to see an elderly butler coming from whence she came. ¡°Slightly, where am I to be exact?¡± The face of the butler seemed to go from whimsy to concern. He looked her up and down noticing the differences in body language. Considering his option her turned around and hurried in the other direction leaving her to herself. Without A Name Watching the butler run away from me, I wonder why he ran away like that? Oh well. Deciding to follow the butler back up the stairs. At the end of the hallway on the right, the butler is rapidly banging on the door and the end of the hall. ¡°Sir, there is a problem you need to come to see.¡± Continuing to knock on the door he looked back to where I was standing. He grew a shade paler as if he had seen a ghost. ¡°Hello MR. Butler, why are you so scared of me?¡± Upon hearing my question, he stopped knocking, and his face changed into a look of perplexity as he raised an eyebrow. Seeing that he was not as fearful as he was I took a step forward with my hands up, remembering what my mother told me about approaching frightened animals, seeing that he didn¡¯t become frightened again I took another step. One after another until I was almost halfway to him he began to knock back. After another round of knocking the door was opening forcefully, whoever was on the other side was slightly annoyed. What appeared, on the other hand, stood a man that looked somewhat familiar. I couldn¡¯t put my finger on it. I then I realized that this was the man on the painting in the foyer. The man looked at the butler than at me. When he saw me, his expression softened. He then pointed to me. ¡°So, does this problem have to do with her?¡± He wasn¡¯t angry but somewhat concerned for my wellbeing. ¡°Sir, she is showing signs of gaining rampancy.¡± ¡°What are the symptoms you speak of¡± ¡°Well I found her in the foyer examining it, and when I asked her if she was lost, she told me that she didn''t know.¡± He told it quite rapidly, and he noticed me approaching again. The man looked over to me. ¡°Do you know where you are currently?¡± I shook my head. The man was put in deep thought as he stroked the stubble on his chin. He then looks over to the door that was beside me. ¡°Did you come out of that door? I noo to his inquiry. Again he strokes his imaginary beard. ¡°Do you have a name? Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! I begin to think before I got here and It hits me. Now that I think about it I didn¡¯t seem to have a name in that weird mirror room. I also don¡¯t seem to recall anything before that scene. ¡°Well before I came here, I was in front of a mirror, but I didn¡¯t have a name then so I nameless at this point.¡± After hearing that he seemed to deflate a little but was refilled with unkempt curiosity, As he began to shine. ¡°Well, my name is James Ronan, and I am the owner of this estate, and you live here as an employee.¡± He nodded at what he had said and then turned to the butler. ¡°I¡¯m going to make a few phone calls to a few places; This is going to occupy me for at least a couple of hours; can you keep her busy for that long?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± He replied with a smile though it didn¡¯t reach his eyes which showed fear. He turned to me as the door behind him shut as walked stiffly down the hallway towards me. He gave me a birth of space he moves to the other end. Passing the stairs and takes out a key loop. He founds the key he is looking for into the door at the end and opens it with a squeak. ¡°It seems I need to oil this door.¡± Saying this absentmindedly, He turned returned to the stairs and exited the hallway. Seeing that he had open that door for me. I moved down the hall towards the other end. As I passed the stairs, I could see that he was gathering the servants as he walked down the other side of the grand stairs. The two maids behind him looked very different from the butler leading them. They looked artificial almost, but from this distance, it was hard to tell. I wondered if they were robots. It seemed that was the queue as thin blue boxes formed around the maids. Displayed on the one in front was a #1 and #2 for the one behind her. {SCAN COMPLETE}
# Model# Profession Combat Capabilities Danger Level
1 MD-A2612 Maid None Trivial
2 MD-A1254 Maid None Trivial
. I was somewhat surprised by the fact that merely wanting to know what they were would cause this to happen. Though out of all the things on the list danger levels concerns me the most. Why do they have a danger level? {That is my purpose after all.}