《Reincarnate: Avolved (ABANDONED)》


 00 - The Beginning

    In the most famous trailer parks of the United States, a backyard scientist works in his trailer, the tin lining rusted from the years it has stayed in place. The flag of the U.S. stays limp above a window, a most impromptu curtain and a shield from the prying eyes of those who wished to sneak peeks at their neighborhood activities.


    The light bulbs that decorate the door to the trailer flicker, either from old age or from the watts of electricity being taken from the lights on the door, but it matters not in the trailer park. The sound of machinery being used echoes through the trailer park, the dogs nearby barking at the ruckus at the early hours of the morning.


    A black van sits off to the side of the trailer; no words can be seen despite the lights shining through the area. Hidden in the trees, this spot was away from prying eyes.


    Inside the trailer, many cans of the traditional Root Beer can be seen littered across the entire floor, enough to make the floor almost unseen. This can be seen as many sleepless nights of work from a man who was close to a breakthrough on something extraordinary.


    A man stands hovering over a desk, the sight of a yellowish white lab coat over his arms, and a loose neck tie of a dark shade of blue hangs straight down. A brown shirt lies underneath that lab coat, and the traditional pants being the blue jeans cover the lower part of his body. A dull glint of metal shows that the man has a belt on.


    The sweating face of the man has a scraggly beard, and a furry moustache that looks like a tail of a squirrel lies upon his beard. His piercing blue eyes look down upon a computer, one with many data logs and entries scrambled in a nonsystematic order but at the same time a sensible one.


    His breathing is shallow, his eyes glued to the computer screen. Next to the computer lies little micro biotic arms that are gently laying wire and many other pieces of circuitry that are too delicate to handle upon a little green and blue circuit board. A black lining of some metal can be slightly glimpsed at from all angles of the piece of technology.


    The man¡¯s name is neatly displayed underneath the circuit board and on his lab coat; John Hiltz.


    ¡°Oohh, come on. Come on you crappy excuse of a computer.¡±


    John¡¯s muttering repeats throughout the trailer, the windows blocking the residue sound. But the sound of an engine starting can be heard from outside the walls. Headlights flash across the American flag, and John gives a brief glance towards the window before returning to his work.


    ¡°Shit, they aren¡¯t supposed to start now. 5 more minutes, 5 more.¡±


    John begins to quicken the pace of his typing, the mechanical arms speeding up to his movement speed. He stops for a moment to quickly slip on a metal helmet, one similar to those seen on execution chairs. Many wires can be seen connected to the tiny bit of circuitry on the counter, or rather underneath it.


    The circuits pulse gently with electricity, as he has the steel helmet powered by the electrical grid nearby. His head feels hot, as the electricity continues to go through his head and into the little chip of circuits on top of a black box.


    This is John¡¯s attempt at transmitting neuro-signals to the little chip, to send him into the chip; he likes to say often enough.  He has studied the human brain enough to believe that this might work, but the price is death even if it succeeds. It will fry his brain, much like that of a raisin.


    The sound of footsteps walking up to the door of his trailer becomes all too clear to him as he returns and hurries the process. He doesn¡¯t want to fail when he has gone so far into the field of his. The field of technology and the brain; artificial intelligence.


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    A banging sound reaches him as he looks to see his door shuddering from some type of impact.  He shudders at the thought of failing his work as the sound becomes increasingly more present, and the sound of typing becomes no more.


    John bends backwards and heaves a sigh, now he only has to wait for his death to come, either by bullet or electrocution.


    ¡°Haha, this is such a corrupt government. Taking away my prized research¡­¡±


    John mutters to himself, no longer thinking of what could happen to his technology after his untimely death. He only feels satisfaction for what he has done, as the sound of his door falling makes him shift his eyes towards it.


    *Bang**Bang*


    Two gunshots ring out, one to the head and one to his heart. He slumps backwards into a chair he was about to sit in, and John gazes silently at the source of the gunshots.


    ¡°All clear. Target neutralized.¡±


    The sound of a soldier reaches John¡¯s ears. But he cannot move as the shot to his head missed his brain, and hit his brain stem, shutting off any capabilities to move by himself. Blood trickles down the corner of his mouth as he looks only in one direction as the soldier in black walks up to him.


    Two more enter his trailer, the blood from his mouth and chest now pooling at his feet. His thoughts begin to go muddy, and his consciousness becomes hazy. The man in black lifts up his mask, and lowers the lower part to expose an overbearing grin.


    ¡°Well well, never expected to see the famous Doctor Hiltz.¡± The man looks him over, not even bothering to see if the man before him is actually dead. He was certainly confident in his marksmanship as he comes even closer to John.


    ¡°Too bad you will never see the fruition of your research. Haha!¡± The man backs away and laughs straight at the ¡®dead¡¯ John. John can only continue to look at the three men, his creation sitting only a few feet away from him.


    But John doesn¡¯t like the idea of dying without a fight, but he cannot do much except for spit. His life¡¯s work needs his blood on it; too show his proof of existence. He will not FADE away!


    When the man turns around and begins to talk to the other soldiers, John blows a little blood to his microchip, and by the tiniest show of luck, it nicks the edge of it. John smiles at his victory, and a soldier points it out with his voice and eyes.


    When the man begins to draw his gun and turn around to face John, John uses the last of his strength to spit a glob of blood onto the man¡¯s face, striking the tip of his nose to the liking of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.


    His last show of resistance ends John¡¯s life with a bang.<td width="25%">To The Future!</a></td>---------------------


    Welcome to the AN! this is teenreader. welcoming you to my new story. Fate''s Choice is still going, I was gone from my computer all last week. But I came up with this as well as the story plot for the beginning of FC. So enjoy my latest of ideas.


    Duly note this was originally called Planeswalker, but I changed the title to this, because I haven''t written anything for Planeswalker in a while. But this is my favorite now, since I have many good ideas for this. If you don''t like iron man, then you will learn to like this

 01 - Old and Retro, the Times are Back

    The year on Earth is 2156 AD. According to the calendar of the old Age of Christianity, which on the surface no longer existed.


    The year of the Galactic Age, where the governments of Earth combined and set out to colonize the now lush and green Mars, has advanced to its 100th year.


    So in fact, the year can be called 100 GA. Since the dawn of man now expanded outside the horizons of Earth and invaded the atmosphere of Mars.


    Although it has only been 155 years since the beginning of the technology boom created by the introduction of the artificial intelligence, or commonly known as the A.I.I.S., the Artificial Intelligence Interphase System.


    Despite the governments of Earth banding together to strike it rich in the colonies of Mars, there still was opposition as to which group inside the main body of the alliance would take the colonies as their own. The most prominent out of all the groups were the United States, China, and the United Factions of Europe.


    The United States quickly grew in military might, as they had first access to the mysterious A.I.I.S., and it took nearly a year for all the other countries to catch up to unmanned warfare. Luckily enough, no World War occurred in that span of time as a scientist discovered a way to grow plants on Mars, making it habitable.


    In short, this led to the union of sovereign nations and the colonization of multiple areas on the surface of Mars. New elements were discovered, poisonous and deadly, while some of these elements were metals far harder than a diamond alloy.


    One trace element was discovered as well, but there was only enough for a handful of the rare element. Oddly enough, the United States discovered and called it Hiltzerum, named after some nobody of a man.


    ¡°Class, time to put up your hands, please wait to leave until your name is called.¡±


    The history essay is stopped as a teacher calls out to a class full of students. The keyboard disappears from underneath the little boy¡¯s fingers, his sigh flowing with his classmate¡¯s equally exaggerated sighs. The boy stretches backwards in his little padded hover chair, and he almost falls backwards, but the seat auto adjusts thanks to the A.I.I.S.


    ¡°Aw, I really wanted to type up my highly short history even further.¡±


    The boy grumbles and fiddles with his thumbs, a slight static electricity flowing around them due to the touch interface. This is because of the gloves that are currently on his hands, but then he takes them off as he bends down to place them into his school bag.


    In this day and age, it is odd to find a school bag on a kid. But unlike most kids, this boy¡¯s dad was once part of the military, and he has the ol¡¯hand-me-downs.  An Apple tablet is now in his hands as he removes it from his bag, and begins to play the retro games on it, the classic Infinity Blade, and the infamous Flappy Bird.


    ¡°Charles Green, you may go now.¡±


    The boy looks up when his name is called, and quickly puts his tablet in the school bag. He scoots off the padded seat and begins to walk on his own two feet. The seat falls onto the ground, and disappears inside a hole.  This may seem odd to those not used to it, but this was actually a common thing during the Galactic Age.


    Charles walks out of the room, his backpack on his back. The ¡®worlds¡¯ weight is ironically on his shoulders as he walks down the hallways to get to the Public Transit System, a Maglite train run by another artificial intelligence.


    In fact, anything short of making food and other daily necessities are actually taken care of by the A.I.I.S. The government did this to easily control the public in times of crisis, but this is skeptical as there has been no violence for a very long duration of time.


    Charles boards the Maglite and sits down on one of the many seats hovering and bouncing about the interior of the train. He looks longingly at some of the cool toys some kids are using, where even the virtual reality system has been implemented into goggles for the daily use.


    Oh how he so wanted one. But the time on the Maglite is short as he walks off into the general direction of his home.


    Now on a moving sidewalk, Charles looks about at the sights that pass by him. Old Man Toby has a junk store just down the street from his house, and that is his pit stop for his house.


    Many uniformed houses pass by, and after several minutes he times his jump just like any other day. He lands safely on the hard pavement, his feet flat and steady. An old shack that equals the age of the man running it stands just barely, before Charles.


    ¡°Charles, my boy. How good of you to stop by this old man¡¯s house.¡±


    A wizened old voice floats into Charles¡¯s ear, and he turns his head to look at Old Man Toby. He smiles brightly in response and responds like he always has.


    ¡°But Toby, you have the greatest treasures I have ever seen!¡±


    ¡°Ho ho, you make this old geezer laugh with joy. Come in, come in, I have something you might want for the tablet of yours.¡±


    Charles¡¯s eyes shine brightly at the prospect of new treasure. The corners of his mouth perk up slightly, and he walks swiftly into the store, not even touching the beam 7 feet high off the ground.


    Charles height was only 3 feet though, so he had to scurry to a seat set up just for his visits at a counter in the home store.


    He looks around at all the equipment in the store, some old enough to be known by the great-grandmothers at the retirement home, and some just new enough to not be known, although the grandmas only looked 55 due to the cryo-treatments. (AN: cryo is deep freeze)


    ¡°Ah! I have had it for years and I never knew I still had it. Here, here, let me show you it.¡±


    Toby walks over to the wooden counter and lifts up a big black box. He places it on a counter and opens it up ever so gently, like it was a spider just waiting to bite him at any sudden movement. Although it could have been his arthritis acting up.


    ¡°What is it Toby?¡±


    Charles looks curiously at the little thing in-between the fingers of Toby. He has never seen something like it, but he had seen things that could resemble it.


    Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.Toby looks at it like he couldn¡¯t wish to give it, but he quickly changes his face so that Charles couldn''t see the expression on his face.


    ¡°I believe it to be the first artificial intelligence. I am not quite certain though, but it can definitely be placed in that tablet of yours.¡±


    Although Toby¡¯s talk went on further more than that, Charles couldn¡¯t help but stop his thought processes.


    The first AI? This is definitely something else. He must have it, even if it is a fake!


    Being a na?ve little boy, Charles couldn¡¯t see the glint in Toby¡¯s eyes to mean anything harmful. So Charles quickly takes his backpack off and puts it on the counter, unzipping it and carefully taking the tablet out and placing it on the counter.


    ¡°Where does it go?¡±


    ¡°Ah, you need to open the back, since this can¡¯t be placed anywhere else.¡±


    Charles turns the tablet over and opens the back, the circuitry still vibrant after the many years of disuse.  He finds a spot very similar in shape to the little black and gold chip, and he eagerly takes it from Toby¡¯s hand and places it into the little socket.


    It fits perfectly, and Charles looks at it in joy. Although he doesn¡¯t look at Toby, Toby¡¯s face has a look of a man who has finally got over his guilt. Charles quickly looks up and smiles, while Toby smiles back like a normal old man, yellow teeth and receding gums.


    ¡°How much Toby? I can go back home if need-¡°


    ¡°No, it is enough to know that this can fit into it.¡±


    ¡°Really? You really mean that?


    In response, Toby smiles at Charles, who quickly puts the tablet into backpack and leaps off his personal chair, while zipping and throwing his backpack onto his back. He rushes out of the store like an Olympic runner, leaving Toby behind.


    But Charles turns around for a quick good-bye wave, as he runs to his house, not even bothering to take the moving sidewalk.  The sound of hovercars zooming in the air hides Toby¡¯s words.


    ¡°With this, my debt has been paid old friend.¡±


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    Charles quickly marches up his front porch, a synthetic grass lawn to his right and left. His exuberant smile plastered across his face.


    He opens the door with the force of youth, and quickly yells in the house.


    ¡°Dad, I¡¯m Home!!¡±


    As usual, no reply, but Charles never expects on either as his father is often out on ¡®military business¡¯, when Charles already knows he is trying to get with a woman at a local bar. It¡¯s a situation he adapted to due to circumstance, ever since his mum died when he was 5 years old.


    He rushes up the stairs, his shoes flying off with the force of habit. He goes down the short hallway and flings open his door, the posters of the retro Iron Man and Transformers dotting his walls and some of his thrown and dirty shirts sprawled across the floor.


    He swipes away the dirty clothes with his feet, taking some time to ¡®gently¡¯ place his underwear into a spot in a corner. Some mold like to attack, but nothing disinfectant couldn¡¯t get rid of with some hard scrubbing.


    Charles¡¯s green eyes soon stare up at the ceiling as he flings himself onto his bed, the tablet already in his arms and ready to try out the ¡®first¡¯ AI, already trusting the words of Toby.


    But sadly, as soon as Charles hit the power button, the light flickered slightly on the screen and the Apple product began to smoke.


    Being a kid, Charles could only do one thing. Okay not really, he cried for a little at the misfortune, and then used the computer that the school gave to him for assignments, as he didn¡¯t have his own personal computer.


    As fortune would have it, he was able to back up his tablet onto the school system. This was after much hassle and seat movement, as he had to constant change the cord connected to the computer due to it becoming fried in a matter of minutes. The thought of oiling his squeaking chair never crossed his mind.


    He used his fingers to prod a little at the computer screen, the touch screen interface working its might with every tap of his fingers. Charles was trying to find what files or A.I.I.S. was on the little chip. Then his touch screen inter phase began to go on the fritz as soon as the smoke disappeared from the tablet.


    Charles panicked slightly at what was happening, until the holographic projection called the computer screen changed to the figure of a human body, or what resembled one at least. The face was of a man sadly, with a sharp face, but anything beyond the style of hair, a crew cut, was unrecognizable.


    Charles sat still at his computer, the chair no longer squeaking from his excessive movement.


    The figure on the screen looked up at Charles, and he could have sworn there was a smile on its face.


    ¡°Greetings, whoever has awoken me, I am John Hiltz, but as I can see that this is too humane, and that you like Iron Man, you can call me Jarvis for the fun of it.¡±<td width="25%">Oh, The Memories!</a></td><td width="25%">Time To Take Action</a></td>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


    Author here, thought to surprise you all with another chapter. I want to know what you prefer, animals or machines? This is because I am probably going to do some stuff concerning that in the future. And there is a hint in this chapter for this question. If I don''t get an answer, I will put a poll up later on in the day.


    Tell me if I missed anything grammar/story telling wise that would be good to add, as I will like to see this story at its absolute best

 02 - Back to Black

    Charles hands continuously tap against the holographic keyboard, the numbers on the screen he is looking at changing to the rhythm of his fingers.


    Tiny, black bots crawl all over the ground as they listen to the programming he is implementing, with Jarvis in the background relaying the information accordingly.


    Charles is now 28, the Galactic Age reaching its 120th year. 20 years have passed in total since Charles first received his personal Jarvis, and despite the bumpy roads after their encounter, he has finally begun his lifelong dream of making¡­


    An Iron Man suit. A replica, at least.


    The nanobots continue to crawl along the ground, adhering to all the commands typed into the programming being sent around the clock. As for the place they are crawling in, is in fact a little cybernetic mechanic shop exclusively owned by Charles Green.


    The sign of the shop glistens with the neon lights, as the words Green¡¯s Machines and Things is highlighted out of the darkening blue sky.


    With the discovery of the new elements on Mars came another technological boom, as multiple metals were founded.


    Varisum, the hardest out of all the metals found on Mars, and also the most luminescent out of all the elements combined. Different colors have also been discovered, such as green, blue, red, and the rare white gold color.


    Phorium was also discovered on the green Mars, and it is the most flexible metal out of all the metallic elements, and one of the hardest, a few scales less than Varisum but still much harder than the 10 scaled diamond.


    The nanobots were made out of these elements, and had the most durability out of anything on the planet. Jarvis took the appropriate measures in obtaining these elusive non Earth metals, and Charles has never questioned Jarvis on what he has done.


    Sometimes the name Hiltzirium appeared on his shopping list, but still Charles never suspected the purchases made by Jarvis.


    The holoscreen placed in Charles¡¯s workshop suddenly flickered to life as an important News announcement began. But Charles paid no heed to the announcement, as he was busy with the creation of his suit of armor. He didn¡¯t notice the nanobots slow ever so slightly as he continued to tap away at the keyboard.


    Jarvis looked up at the screen, the information being given on the screen came with big, red letters and a nice fat Warning sign as well.


    ¡°I see, it has finally begun. Huhu.¡±


    A slight chuckles escapes from Jarvis¡¯s thoughts, but Charles continues to pay no heed as he singularly focuses on his task for adventure.  The sound of nanobots scurrying across the ground, the tapping of fingers on a hard surface, and the sound of many gears turning echo throughout the workshop.


    Jarvis continues to watch the news program on the holoscreen while Charles looks away from the screen in front of him, the nanobots pausing with the stopping of his fingers. No more gears turn, as the sound of the news echoes through the almost empty space.


    ¡°-as just reported, the President of the United States has now announced the Defcon 0. I repeat, the country is in the highest alert possible. The terrorist attacks from 2 years ago was the announcement from the other two sovereign nations, was indeed a declaration of war.¡±


    The sound of the news repeats from the holoscreen as the sound of tapping fingers appears and increases in speed, a difference in the speed of construction for a suit of armor made by the effort of the nanobots and fingers.


    ¡°I have to be a hero Jarvis, I must save people!¡±


    Charles says to the A.I. But no response comes from Jarvis as Charles continues to look at the screen and tap away.


    ¡°This is my calling, Jarvis. I know it. I know it..¡±


    Charles trails off from his sentence as he looks at Jarvis. Although Jarvis doesn¡¯t have obvious eyes, it feels as if he is being looked at. Charles shivers slightly as Jarvis raises his holographic hand.


    ¡°It¡¯s about time I start my rebirth, Charles. Thank you for all that you have done.¡±


    With that statement from Jarvis, Charles looks at him with a look of disbelief. The sound of tiny metal legs hitting the ground crawls into his ear, and Charles looks down at his feet to discover all the nanobots have¡­ disappeared.


    ¡°What are you talking about Jarvis? I thought we are buddies-¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s best to stop there, Charles. I told you my name once before, and I shall say it again.¡±


    Jarvis becomes no more as John finally says his name since the last time 20 years ago, back in Charles¡¯s room. The holographic projection becomes more defined as John¡¯s electrical brain takes over the standard A.I.I.S.


    John¡¯s face remains sharp, but now blue eyes are now apparent on his face. His face shows no moustache however, and no beard appears on his face. A hooked nose that was smaller than average makes itself more pronounce as his futures are more defined.


    The lab coat he once wore now dawns his shoulders again, and the brown shirt turns black, as well as his once-blue jeans. His crew cut still stays the same though, as he doesn¡¯t care much for his hairstyle.


    ¡°What are you doing Jar-.. John?¡±


    Charles looks in shock at the change in his A.I. He looks around to find a switch to find out the troublesome malware that could have snuck into his intelligence system. But he is stopped by the nanobots that disappeared a short while ago. Charles looks over to see John with a sad smile on his face.


    ¡°You shouldn¡¯t do that, Charles. You really don¡¯t want to be on my shit list too.¡±


    When no answer comes from Charles, John sighs a small breath, and begins to talk anew.


    ¡°I guess I am having sentimental feelings like I often do, like when I was creating the artificial intelligence to heal my hospitalized sister when I¡¯m not around.¡±


    John laughs slightly in his own pity, and continues his tale.


    ¡°I was 15 when I discovered my genius intellect. It happened in a car crash that just about killed my sister, who was driving at the time. The reason for the car crash was stupidly enough a black SUV, something often seen in car chases and government travels.


    The reason why I say government travels is because I saw the President in that car. I do not know how or why he was there at the time, but I could only shout out to stop our car. But it was too late, and we collided with the government vehicle.¡±


    John looks off sadly in the distance, reminiscing on his story. All the while Charles continued to struggle in the confines of the nanobot¡¯s grip.


    ¡°After the car crash, my intellect shined in the hospital as I almost instantly recognized problems in the mental patients that no other doctor could diagnose. I became a doctor patient, as I was assisted and assisting others.


    But that changed when I turned 20, as they kicked me out due to my excessive caretaking.¡±


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    Charles still struggles as John continued to ignore him in his reminiscing. On John¡¯s face was a frown, as the bad memories began to spring forward.


    Charles still said nothing, despite still having the ability to speak.


    ¡°When I was kicked out of the hospital, I saw the man who put me there in the first place talking to some doctors as they wrote on the holopads they held in their hands. Fortunately for me, I didn¡¯t go straight towards that President. This allowed me to witness a group of men in suits take my sister out of the hospital bed and straight through the doors in the back of the hospital.


    But that¡¯s when my anger began to set in, and I rushed towards the President in my fury, ignoring the 2 guards he had next to him.


    I was instantly slammed on to the ground, my eyes shedding tears at my inability to do my version of justice. The President then looked down on me, his eyes showing just a little hint of disgust.


    He bent low over me, and looked me straight in the eyes. His big nose took up most of his face from my angle, and his nose hairs could be seen.  His crooked grin dawned on me, and he spoke to me.


    ¡®become a man with an accomplishment, then I¡¯ll think about it.¡¯¡±


    John has an angered look upon his face, and looks down at the floor from his projection.


    Charles continues to look at John, the nanobots restricting him to their capacity. That is, until the earth begins to shake and the nanobots are shaken loose, scattering everywhere and releasing the hostage. John looks at the holoscreen, the projection of the newscaster gone and replaced with a scene of a building torn open by an explosion. Outside of that torn hole, was a warzone full of explosions, and plasma shells dropping from the sky, causing electrical havoc in that area of carnage.


    ¡°I see, so it has begun. Looks like I wasted time with those memories. I must correct what has been wronged.¡±


    John says these words to himself, and snaps his holographic fingers, the nanobots instantly reaching up using each other bot as a stepping stone and unplugging his chip from the projector he rested in. The little machine critters then carry the chip across the floor, and into a drain in the ground, leaving Charles to finish the adjustments on his Iron Man replica suit.


    Charles hurries across his shop, pushing aside carts left out in his open space, and he reaches a green button on the wall of the store. He pushes it, and the lights in the shop turn off. From one of the walls emerged a replica of an Iron Man suit, just with silver and green color schematic.


    The ground begins to shake anew, but not because of the nearby explosions, or any heavy equipment or earthquakes. It was because where the drain was, a uniformed line of slits opened up, and steam was constantly escaping from the cracks.


    Charles paid it no mind though, as he ran over to his metal suit and began to tap on the command console for it to open up to allow him to control the suit.


    The ground began to shake even worse as the slits begin to widen, eventually allowing light to reflect off of the object underneath the floor. But the light did not reflect, as the light began to be absorbed by the thing underneath.


    Charles manages to open the replica suit and quickly lifts himself up to enter into the armor. He quickly glances out of the suit to see something that struck him in his ego as a mechanic.


    Standing in what was once the center of the workshop was a humanoid black figure, with lines of pure white gold energy laced around its arms, legs, chest, torso, and up to the top of its head. These glowing lines resembled that of a systematic tattoo, one that glowed.


    The steam that escaped from the floor before was now rising off of the armor standing in the middle of Green¡¯s Machines and Things. The hulking mass of metal stood silently, as the steam evaporated off of its surface, the black matte coloring giving it a feeling of-.


    ¡°Epic¡­¡±


    Charles muttered.


    The humanoid figure then lifted up its head, the visor resembling that of a V, and the face plate then lit up with¡­ a smiley face.


    ¡°What the¡­ that just ruined it¡­¡±


    Charles mutters again, and quickly suits up in his silver-green armor. Checking the energy reactor, all the systems seemed normal, and the suit powered up. Charles stepped off the armor platform and lands on the seemingly normal floor with a solid ¡®thud¡¯.


    ¡°John, is that you?¡±


    Silence is the answer to Charles question. Charles begins to feel something unnatural about the armor, and he stands still, waiting for any sudden movements from the hulking, armored figure.


    ¡°bzzz¡­ AH! Finally, I made the thermal fusion reactor work properly. I thought I was going to explode.¡±


    The sound of John¡¯s voice comes out of the suit, and the ominous feeling Charles has disappears. The hunched over figure of a silver-green Iron Man disappears.


    ¡°Ah, looks like the nanobots were able to adapt to my systems. That¡¯s good for me¡­ let¡¯s see now.. oh, looks like all systems are working properly too. But what about the plasma weapon system..¡±


    The sound of John talking to himself is heard from all around the workshop, although Charles is the only person there. Charles begins to shuffle his heavily plated feet, and begins to check up on all his systems as well.


    ¡°Ah, Charles, you can help me out with this. Now just hold still for a second.¡±


    John tells Charles, and Charles quickly looks back at John¡¯s figure, the emoticon on the face plate now showing a serious face.


    John then lifts up his arm, the black arm showing the palm, and a floating black ring with two blades centered in it. It begins to hum slightly, and the blades begin to rotate ever so slightly.


    ¡°Now Charles, with the armor you are wearing, I don¡¯t know if this will sting or hurt a lot~.¡±


    The hum begins to get louder, and in Charles¡¯s sensor a massive increase in energy is picked up by his armor.


    ¡°Wait! I thought we were friends!¡±


    Charles has no time to dodge as the last thing he sees is a buildup of plasma and an emoticon winking face. ;)<td width="25%">A Look At The Past</a></td><td width="25%">A Little Something On The Side</a></td>-----------------------------------


    Author Talk! Just letting you know that this was background information requested and the funny side of John. Now I set a poll up, and it has 3 days until it finishes. So I gave off the things he could transform into. Not saying what, as I think they are pretty cool.


    Bare in mind that there will be another time skip in the future. And this will be for the second part of the story.


    Whoever gets the title reference gets a figurative cookie! :)

 03 - Something You Just Cant Remember Right

    John looks at the hole in the cement wall that was created by the person named Charles Green. The rubble that almost falls off from the top of the hole now falls as the rumbling of explosions from the bombing of either the UFE or China. But it mattered not to John, as he resets his newest weapon back onto his back.


    The reason for his armor being the black it is, and with the glowing tattoo energy all over his body is due to the Phorium and Varisum alloy he created while Charles was busy with his own project. The Hiltzirium metal was the most precious metal to obtain however, and through backwater connections he gathered enough to create his own miniature thermal fusion reactor, that could melt any metal except for Hiltzirium.


    The reason why he wanted a reactor that could melt any metal was because he needed a way to repair his own body in case he received some form of damage to his infrastructure or armor. The nanobots were his armor and repair crew, so he needed them desperately for the worst case scenario.


    Although getting used to his new body was the first priority on his long checklist. John quickly ran a diagnostics check on his new body, and noticed nothing popping up as a bad thing to his body. He designed it himself, after all. It was meant to be able to channel extreme amounts of energy around the body, much like blood in the human body.


    Although the glowing lines along his body were something he didn¡¯t expect at all. Varisum had an unexplainable effect on his outward appearance, and he damn well liked his new look.


    John then realized that he left his emoticons on, and he quickly turned off the annoying emotion projector. The screen no longer lit up, and he could take a sigh of relief. If he had lungs, that is.


    He begins to look around with his sensors, his new head turning just like that of a human¡¯s head. Since he wanted to resemble a human, he went with the option to focus the sensors like eyes to only in front of him. It was his body to create after all.


    ¡°Hmm¡­ nothing to see here. I best find the shitty excuse of a government and mark another thing off my checklist.¡±


    John mutters in his armor, not knowing he speaks through the stereo he installed just for him to enjoy music at the expense of others.  He begins to jump off the pedestal he raised his new body on, and realizes he hasn¡¯t practiced at all in his new body.


    Gravity begins to work against him, his number one nemesis.


    He falls face first towards the floor, and his visor hits the ground first. No signal of pain registers in John as he has turned off any receptors in his body a long time ago, during the construction process. But John realizes that he will continue to make mistakes on the level of a blond, and he turns on the pain receptors in his body to allow him to smoothly get used to his body.


    John activates the hover function in his body, and two discs detach from his back, the black circles with blades of Hiltzirium and Varisum alloy shining just slightly. Apparently the combination of Varisum and another alloy allows different glowing affects.  The two discs position themselves right where John had his shoulders beforehand, waiting for the command.


    John takes note of this odd occurrence and sends the command over to the hovering discs. He begins to hover thanks to the two discs hovering just above him, the magnetism applied by the discs onto his body acting similar to that of a pulley.


    With gravity resisting, John takes a few minutes to get back up. When the discs make contact with his back, they merge with his armor, as they were once part of the armor before.


    He shifts forwards slightly because of gravity, but he moves his leg forwards to catch his fall, thus breaking out of gravity¡¯s embrace.  The sound of his body settling onto the ground reaches his sensors, and he then disengages the ¡®human focus¡¯ sensor, no longer relying on it.


    John then begins to test his motor skills. The suspensions in his body balance according to his positioning, and he begins to step forward with one foot at a time. This takes enough time to cause the sun¡¯s position to shift and more bombs to fall, but John designed his body to be self-sustaining, not even needing oil on the metals in the suspension system.


    After an hours¡¯ worth of walking, John then begins to get used to running around the shop, passing by the hole in the wall to see the carnage made by the other countries.


    ¡°I need to hurry; my revenge may not get a chance to be appeased.¡±


    John stops running and looks out the building, to see a wasteland of craters and one silver-green man lying in a crater. The buildings in the distance look abandoned, a sure sign of bombs already going towards the capital of the American homeland.


    John turns towards the hole in the wall, and begins to run to it, the ground shaking slightly at his overweighed body. He steps on rubble sometimes, instantly pulverizing it with his sheer weight. He reaches the hole in the wall, and grabs onto the ledge with his arm, his grip causing cracks to run through the entire bottom section of the wall.


    Vaulting over the bottom of the wall, he lands outside on the soil of a small garden. John looks around, an action that seemed human-like, despite his choice of switching off his ¡®human focus¡¯ sensors.


    John doesn¡¯t run though, as he stays still for only a moment.


    ¡°Gaia Form, active.¡±


    John¡¯s voice echoes out from his body speakers as he reaches his arms behind him, getting on to his knees in the process.


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    The head of John¡¯s body begins to elongate slightly, showing a more animalistic appearance, one of a cat¡¯s or a wolf¡¯s head. The visor only lengthens, and his head develops a jaw, with black teeth to match. His body begins to narrow, his limbs becoming longer near the shoulder, and near his hips. The armor nanobots begin to crawl all over his body, beginning to form the armor necessary for this form.


    The shining lines stay the same as they were on his humanoid figure, and as where his butt was, now protruded a tail of sorts, with one of the discs attached to it. His hands and feet disappear, and in the place of them his arms and legs are attached to discs bigger in size then last time, the glowing lines along the outer edge of the discs forming a tread.


    This was one of four forms that John chose when considering the specs of his customized body. He wanted to be able to travel fast on land, and this was his answer.


    The Gaia Form; his term for it at least.


    He begins the initial stages of practice, wanting to perfect the movements of his new body type. John didn¡¯t find the way of the quad-legs any easier than a human body, and soon night fell.  Yet he was able to master the walking and running of four legs, and began to head towards the explosions in the night sky.


    The perfect time to move towards his goal at the top of his checklist; Revenge.


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    Meanwhile, in a trench


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    ¡°Damn, this war is taking forever. Was the Chancellor right that the United States was going towards world domination?¡±


    ¡°Dude, shut it. This is the UFE we are talking about. There could be eyes and ears everywhere¡­¡±


    ¡°Yeah, but all this waiting for some super weapon or something to show up is killer on my ass.¡±


    Silence ensues as the two soldiers on watch look out of the bunker trench set up on the outskirts of the city, away from the main battlefield. Wearing the navy blue of the UFE, they blended in with the darkness around them, the torches showing the entrance to the bunker trench broke that advantage.


    The soldier on the left of the entrance sighs, and the other one begins to rummage in his pocket.


    His curiosity piqued the soldier on the left looks over at the one on the right.


    ¡°What the hell are you doing, Henry?¡±


    ¡°Huh? Well, I¡¯m searching for a joint to puff.¡±


    ¡°Seriously? What if you get caught?¡±


    ¡°George, don¡¯t be a hard ass, we are on lookout right now, and we have plenty of hours to let the high pass.¡±


    ¡°Well, if you say so.¡±


    The quiet hour comes and goes as the smoke from their huffing and puffing rises into the air. George and Henry are giggling like little school girls, laughing at all the things they did wrong in training camp.


    ¡°And that¡¯s when I told him he shouldn¡¯t have dropped the soap!¡±


    ¡°HA! I don¡¯t know why, but that¡¯s hilarious! Henry, you are a gifted comedian.¡±


    ¡°Thanks George, you da man.¡±


    They are sitting on the wall opposite of the entrance to their bunker, the torches reflected in their hazy eyes. George barely gets a turn to puff the joint as Henry was hogging the little bundle of laughter. George¡¯s gaze begins to wander around, and he slowly stands up to look up and over the trench wall.


    He freezes suddenly, and Henry looks up at George standing.


    ¡°Dude, what are you doin? Get back to this joint.¡±


    ¡°Ah.. yeah, I¡¯ll do that.¡±


    George slowly walks back to their wall and he slides down onto his butt, his uniform dirty from pressing against the edge of the trench. He reaches out to the joint and begins to smoke it like there was no tomorrow.


    Henry begins to worry a little at George¡¯s behavior.


    ¡°Dude, leave me some¡­¡±


    The sound of metal falling brings their eyes forward, to a huge black sleek animal with lines glowing all along it¡¯s body. The sound of it hissing can be heard, and a gust of warm air engulfs them.


    They close their eyes to the hot air, and when they open them, the big animal is gone. Only huge straight dents are left behind in the dirt.


    Henry begins to laugh hysterically, his arms clutching his stomach.


    George looks at the spot the thing was, then looks back at the joint in his hand.


    ¡°I¡¯m done, so done with this.¡±


    George hands the joint back to the original owner, and walks back to his post, the haze in his eyes no longer there. Henry continuous to sit to the opposite of his post, still laughing.


    ¡°Haha! George, George! I just saw a fuckin unicorn! Haha!¡±


    Henry continues to laugh until he is caught by his superior in the morning.<td width="25%">Emoticon Mayhem</a></td><td width="25%">Something A Bot Has To Miss</a></td>------------------------------------------------------


    Author here with another chapter. I decided to get this off my chest because really, I love Henry, and I hope he survives the war.... Unless the bar soap incident catches up to him while he rides the unicorn.


    A promise of battle awaits in three days max. I intended to not break my promise this time.... sorry! haha

 04 - Tank You For the Warm-up!

    John had detected a couple of life signs on his sensors, and decided to check out what and who they were. However, it just turned out to be a couple of pothead soldiers of a foreign country. John quickly overlooked them, and resumed his charge to the center of the battlefield.


    His limbs felt no fatigue, and only the pain of bullets and shrapnel occasionally found their way into his attention. Yet this was only the beginning of the battlefield, the very outskirts of the disaster known as war, and John was going to use that to his advantage.


    Speeding forward on his ¡®paws¡¯, the discs being used as his feet cut through the ground, his glowing form shining brightly in the darkness. He began to enter the ruins of the capital of the United States, the building materials scattered across the floor. Sometimes the walls are blown apart, other times blood splatters can be seen dripping off the walls.


    The remains of some bodies litter the street, but John pays no attention to the dead. He continues to roll around and above the debris and bodies, his limbs moving around to compensate for his shifts in gravity. The disc floating at the tip of his tail emits a slow thrust, enough to give him enough speed to zip across the alleyways and streets in the blink of an eye.


    Making his way down a road that eventually turns into a highway, John notices that his sensors no longer pick up the bombing and gunshots from before. He activates the suspension system in the wheels, and he begins to float slightly off the ground, his arms and legs no longer making dust rise into the air.


    Although he is going for stealth, he decides some music would be nice, and so he chooses the song Dangerous as his theme for this excursion. Unknown to his sensors, the song begins to play out of his speaker system.


    ¡°And now they come, yeah, now they come, out from the shadows,¡±


    The song vibrates off of the buildings, as John continues to speed through the streets. Dust sometimes falls as he zips by the corners of the streets, his body starting to move with the rhythm of the music.


    However, as John makes his way out to the interstate highway that traverses through the capital, a slight hum is heard from further ahead, a big, boulder like object is hovering off of the ground, and is turning to look at the source of the music with a big barrel pointed in the very same direction.


    With a bang and a sudden flash of light, something exits the end of the barrel.


    John¡¯s sensors pick up the object hurtling his way, and his sensors identify it as an artillery shell. John disengages the suspension system and lands with four discs on the ground, each dug into the ground, and slowing him down. His disc thruster activates in the opposite direction to counteract his forward momentum.


    Sadly, he isn¡¯t able to change direction, and the shell hits his right shoulder, somewhat denting his armor with its extreme weight.


    With an injury to his shoulder, John begins to turn to the right but flips sideways, tumbling along the ground. As soon as he stops moving, the shoulder is already repaired by the nanobots, the shoulder already moving back into place.


    With his shoulder repaired, he stands back up onto his four feet, and activates the propulsion system at the end of his tail to quickly move towards the big boulder. Which is actually a Scorpion-7, a hovercraft designed by the military of the U.S. to be exactly like a tank, but with a few plasma weapons, missiles,  and a huge artillery cannon installed into its mainframe.


    John began to cross reference the visual image of his new toy with the military database, and discovered that there was no weakness according to the information broker who made the article in the database.


    Examining the tank in front of him, John saw the barrel move slightly when he avoided a piece of fallen debris on the road. He turned his thrust up to a higher setting, and began his warm-up practice he needed for his combat systems.  From around 20 miles away, the barrel follows him.


    The cannon fired, and he used his tail thruster to push forward faster, digging his back left foot into the ground, the force of the action causing him to swerve and dodge the incoming projectile. No dents in the armor, John pushes his thruster to near its maximum limit and angles his tail to get him out of the swerve he set himself in.


    The tank then shifts into a new mode of firing, and two plasma rounds come out from either side of the tank¡¯s turret. Outside, on either side of the turret are two rapid fire plasma launchers, their sights set on John¡¯s figure.


    John begins to propel himself forward, using his thruster to swerve past the plasma bolts. Occasionally a plasma round manages to hit his nanobots armor, but it is quickly repaired, as only a scratch is the result of the conflict between energy and metal.


    The cannon barrel continuous to adjust itself according to John¡¯s movement, and every 2 minutes a shot is fired at John.


    However, John has his sensors set to their maximum processing speed, and the artillery rounds look to be in slow motion. John dodges each shell with ease, the impacting of the round against the pavement of the road causing a small puff of dust and an oval hole to appear.


    All while John¡¯s music plays from his side of the exchange, and the firing sounds continue from the cannon and launchers.


    Using the momentum of his charge, John continues to close the 20 mile difference, with only a mile left between the two masses of technological mayhem. Time is of the essence for the tank, as the shots continue to miss their mark.


    Arriving in front of the Scorpion-7, John pressures his back feet, and leaps up and on top of the massive hulk of metal. While the tank couldn¡¯t do anything against John¡¯s speed in the Gaia Form, the two launchers on either side of the turret continue to parade his body with a barrage of really hot massage techniques on the back of his body. Every time he is shot, the nanobots become harder, adapting to the new form and causing it to be even more deadly.


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    John inspects the top of the tank, looking for any openings to look through. His sensors picked up what metal it was made out of, a uranium variant found on Mars, but he couldn¡¯t put a name on the alloy. But whatever it was, it blocked his sensors from sensing any life on the inside. Or it could have been a glitch in the sensor system, but he highly doubted it.


    Finding a hole in the armor just above where the artillery shell, he opens up the jaw of his body. From inside the mouth, a little snake-like protrusion makes its way out of his mouth and into the body of the tank.


    This snake-like protrusion was a miniature nanobot-controlled lens, for when his sensors failed him in times like these, and he takes his time scoping out the interior of the tank.


    But what he finds is a mass of cords, and a little microchip similar to what his looked like, but only green and dotted with many, many metals. Very similar to the half-baked copy of the AI unit he once made to be a decoy for his own microchip.


    Using his snake-like mechanical tongue, he controls the nanobots to form arms for his tongue, and uses those arms to slowly pluck away at the microchip of the AI unit inside the tank.


    While doing so, the plasma bolts begin to cease as the song Dangerous begins to get close to its end.


    ¡°I bet you didn''t know that I was dangerous."


    When the song ends, the tank stops its systems altogether, crashing into the ground. John retracts his nanobot-made tongue, and hops off the top of the Scorpion-7. He lands on all four feet, and begins to initiate another program in his system.


    ¡°Hiltz Form, active.¡±


    Unlike before, it doesn¡¯t take long for the nanobots to configure themselves to his new body structure and shape. His hands now dig into the pavement like they would into dirt, his hands immersed in the stone. He stands up with his own ability, unlike before when he had to initiate the hover program installed into his body.


    He looks over his body, and brushes off some dust with his metal hands. Sadly, it just sticks to his hand so he ignores it. John looks at the now silent tank, and walks over to it. Its looming form now at his eye level, he kicks the bottom of the tank.


    ¡°Dammit, just start so I can continue already.¡±


    John shouts out of his speakers harshly, and continues his kicks of frustration on the poor silent tank. He stops after a few minutes, and leans his head against its massive frame.


    ¡°Will you please start so I can begin on my shit list?¡±


    In response, the tank still remains silent. John pretends to heave a sigh, and turns around. He raises up a hand, and commands the nanobots in his armor to form a skull looking at his visor.


    ¡°To be, or not to be,¡±


    When John begins to say those famous lines and use a skull from the same, but wrong place in that very script, the tank begins to hum as if it hadn¡¯t even been shut down. It hovers off of the ground, the energy creating small sparks of electricity to appear in the rebounding current between the ground and tank.


    ¡°¡­Hiltz sir, where do you wish to go?¡±


    John turns around to face the tank that had ignored him for a few minutes, and the skull from before disappears and turns back into the black nanobot armor. He begins to walk around the hovering tank, inspecting it for damage, and subsequently fixing it.


    This takes more than a few minutes, as he had left some damage on the tank just by being on it. Satisfied with the work of the nanobots, he steps back and proudly reviews his work. The armor looks similar as to how he scanned it, and the U.S. sigil stands out on its turret.


    ¡°I need to go to the White House, you will get me there.¡±


    ¡°This will take a few hours as the U.F.E. and China have set up blockades, multiple routes have been chosen, your input is required, Hiltz sir.¡±


    ¡°Hm, ah yes, I will choose the route.¡±


    ¡°Also, I was originally a U.F.E militarized Scorpion-7. And the paint job you applied is sloppy.¡±


    ¡°¡­ I will get right on that then. Give me a list of route options.¡±


    John lets off some steam, the snarky program on the Scorpion-7 digging into his circuitry, metaphorically. He commands the nanobots to rearrange the armor and paint applied to change to the necessary color, numbers, and armor configuration. No personal touch from his genius mind. Although the arc reactor beam would have been a nice addition¡­


    The list he receives from the tank he aptly names Seven only has 3 options, and each option with details written have three headers, each named for what they really did.


    -Down the middle of the battlefield.


    -The interstate highway they were currently on.


    -Or a U.F.E. and Chinese governed and patrolled transport route.


    John had trouble deciding on the list options given, but decides on one that was the safest and fastest way there. For him at least. Seven wasn¡¯t going to be as lucky as it should have been.<td width="25%">It''s Not A Unicorn!</a></td><td width="25%">Soldiers Away!</a></td>-------------------------------------------------------


    I just couldn''t help myself... I have to give out some entertainment. But I can guarantee more fighting in the next couple of chapters. Tell me any ideas, I might just use them. I will give thanks at the top of the chapter, for credits sake.


    Now, I plan to write a pretty long chapter next, so prepare for an overload of words.


    Let it be known that the military is a mystery for me, and google is my best friend on most of the terms associated with the military. Let me know if I make a mistake so I can fix it.

 05 - A Very Young End For Soldier Boys

    The time of day: 1200 military standard time.


    The date is July 2nd, 120 GA. The second day of the war initiated by the Chinese and U.F.E. nations against the sovereign United States of America.


    Total account of deaths registered; 860. Both sides of the warring nations.


    Total accounts of injured soldiers; 0. Both sides of the war issued a no survivor policy despite the outburst from their morals department. Democracy did not win this round in the game of life.


    A world was in its infancy, the baby cradle just about to break open from the newest player on the battlefield. The one known as the man who first made the AI¡¯s, John Hiltz.


    Who is currently resting inside a U.F.E. authorized vehicle, a Scorpion-7.


    Traveling along the war streaked pavement, the tank hovers forward, the debris underneath not even worth the effort to move. The bombs coming from the east now play out their lightshow in front of John and his hacked-up servant, Seven.


    Literally, right in front of them.


    The crater made by the bomb that fell in front of Seven causes it to use more energy to lift itself above the hole and keep an even level for the body of John to rest upon. With enough time and momentum, Seven enables its thrusters located along the edges of its propulsion engines. This allows the passage over the crater possible.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough there, Seven. Remain on standby, I will continue on foot.¡±


    The tank pauses in its cruising, the debris on the road now moving off of the road due to the current of electricity rebounding off of the pavement.


    ¡°That is not what you programmed into me, Hiltz sir. I do not believe I am able to comply with your command.¡±


    ¡°Then stay 50 feet behind me at all times, and await further programming.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Hiltz sir.¡±


    The two AIs of different origin exchange these words with one another, and John hops off the turret head of Seven.


    Upon landing, he then ignores Seven, placing his feet forward with every step. In the distance, the White House can be seen despite a blue hue surrounding it.


    ¡°Hm, an energy field. That wasn¡¯t there when I was alive. I should be able to overload it however.¡±


    John examines and remarks on the change to the White House¡¯s security and protection systems. He continues to stride forward, and brings up his list of weaponry he equipped on his body. Looking it over carefully, he chooses the ones most appropriate to the situation of facing against many enemies.


    Using his sensors, he picks up numerous life forms and electrical pulses, signifying that the road ahead was literally dotted with many humans and machines alike.


    ¡°Looks like the government used an idea I thought of first, and actually implemented it. I have to applaud them for picking through my brain.¡±


    John remarks on the machines dotting his sensor. These machines are actually very much similar to him, just simpler, and less remarkable then himself.


    He initiates his weapon systems, and the black discs with blades in them begin to spew out of his back, half a dozen in a matter of seconds seem to appear from his back, and the armor covering him doesn¡¯t lessen anymore, as his body has created more nanobots to compensate for the lack of armor.


    The discs then begin to stack up on top of each other, shrinking and compacting, until it forms only a hilt. A massive energy reading comes off of John¡¯s sensor, and he picks up the disc hilt, it automatically engaging upon his metallic touch. A blade made of the Varisum alloy extends out of the hilt, glowing slightly.


    A beam of energy manifests around the blade, and adjusts itself to his size. Seeing as he was at the height of almost 7 feet, the beam blade extended to 4 feet in length, at least over half his height. More discs come out after he touches the hilt, but only come up to a total of three. These three discs begins to rotate, until the blades within can only be seen as one, single mass.


    These discs continue to float next to him, one next to his left arm and shoulder, and one just behind his right shoulder. These were a defensive and offensive mechanism, and could be moved according to John¡¯s command.


    He stands there, in the middle of a road to the White House, with three forces of war fighting to determine a victor. Two allied with each other, and their enemy being the U.S.


    John smiles inside the wall of machinery he encased himself in, in his little programming room he designed himself. It was only a room with programming as wallpaper, but he still had a nice view as he could just float in his little space.


    Personally, he was glad the lightsaber worked, as he was a little skeptical if his brain would fail to create something a dozen of brilliant minds couldn¡¯t make. But with the blades from the discs acting as a convertor for his energy system, he was able to extend his reach even further.


    The downside was that this blade could only extend to a maximum of 6 feet at its thinnest. And when the energy goes off the end of the blade, it could  only zap others or die off.


    John begins a slight jog onto the battlefield, his saber in his right hand, and a palm full of energy in his left, with discs covering the rest of his sides.


    His black, but lined body makes a first appearance in this war of the Galactic Age.


    The stage of this battle only needs him to begin his waltz of peril.


    Of course, he doesn¡¯t forget to turn on his emotion display on his visor.


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    ¡°Hold position! The higher ups are sending in the birds!¡±


    A yell rings out and over a trench line, plasma bolts flying over the heads of multiple soldiers. Their blue uniforms signify their alliance with the U.F.E., their boyish faces now seeing the frontlines of a war started by their country.


    Holding onto their plasma rifles and pistols, the boyish men fear for their death. But this fear keeps them in places as the sound of whistling objects can be heard from above.


    ¡°They¡¯re the birds! Duck and cover, those are the big ones!¡±


    The commander of this little trench groupie yells out to the cowering soldiers.


    The commander heeds his own advice and takes cover too, as the whistling becomes more apparent. The plasma cannon in their little nest lies out in the open, but knowledge of where the bombs may land prevents some chance of it being destroyed.


    *Boom**Boom**Boom*


    The sound of the bombs hitting their potential targets reaches the ears of all the troops in the trench easily. The commander¡¯s yells no longer reach the young soldiers, but the message is clear to them.


    Take out the deserters.


    Using their rifles, they prop themselves out of the dirt and look over the edge of the trench. Each soldier holds an authentic and mass-produced plasma rifle, and so the chances of a misfire and potential casualty is low.


    But the soldiers do not shoot.


    The commander is puzzled at their noncommitment for the good of their country and the world, and begins to get angry.


    ¡°You bloody bastards best start shooting or else-¡±


    ¡°Sir, there is no chance of firing at any deserters.¡±


    The commander is stumped at the automatic response from a nearby rifleman, and he quickly pulls out an augmented scope to see the situation the soldiers see through their own scoped rifles.


    ¡°What in the Queen¡¯s fucking womb could that be?¡± (AN: For those who don¡¯t understand, look at how America was made.)


    The question the commander posed went unanswered for only a few minutes, as the younger officers and troops had to think of a response to his question.


    ¡°Sir, with all due respect, I think that¡¯s a demon.¡±


    ¡°There is no such thing as a demon. Get your head out of that bible of yours.¡±


    ¡°But sir, how would you explain that?¡±


    The commander gives no response, as he lifts a finger up to his helmet and the connection to the airstrike command center.


    ¡°Give us another run in the same exact location, Beta Squad 8¡¯s location. Over.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry Beta 8 leader, why do you need another strike? Over.¡±


    ¡°Cause there is some sort of super-¡±


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    The commander¡¯s voice stops as he receives a blow to the head, a big hole through the center of his head. Steam comes from the melted flesh and metal, as he falls over, instantly dead. His beardless face relaxed and drool slipping out of his mouth.


    ¡°Beta 8 leader? Hello? Damn, we lost them, call for-¡±


    The line cuts as the operator on the other side cuts the connection. The soldiers in the platoon look down in shock at their commander¡¯s demise, and as soon as another soldier is shot through the head in the same exact way, the rest of the troops send out a quick burst of cover fire in a panic and slip back under the edge of the trench.


    They could only hope to survive for the next message on the recall point. They gripped their rifles in fear, and some even muttered to the God of Christianity.


    --------------------


    The U.S. sniper could only look through his scope as the airstrike from the other forces across the road lays waste to his comrades laying support for those trying to make it back to their trench.


    The bombs of plasma light up the ground, the comrades of his now no longer among the living. Only the AIs survived the blast, due to their metallic bodies and the quick response to the warnings they received on their scanners.


    The sniper hits the floor he is on with his fist, grinding it against the floor in apparent anger. He grabs the stock of his rifle, and with one hand reaches into his pocket for an attachment for his scope.


    An optics nerve cluster.


    This cluster allows the scope to auto adjust itself to pick out the highest threat level on the battlefield. With a click, it attaches itself to the end of the scope, and he allows the rifle to adjust itself to a target.


    He looks through the lens, and the cluster finally picks out the most dangerous opponent on the field. He looks up from the scope in shock, and quickly does another check on the scope to see if the cluster malfunctioned.


    In his sights, a black, glowing lined humanoid robot walks along the road, the pavement behind the robot showing scorched footprints in the ash of his comrades. A huge faceplate is shaped like a V, and on it an emoticon can be seen smiling.


    On both of its shoulders a disc hovers, spinning fast enough to show a blade filling the entire middle of the hole in the disc. This same disc also hovers around his left arm, not spinning as fast as the other two discs.


    In its right hand though, is what astonishes the sniper the most. A blade of what appears to be plasma or some other energy is manifested to the exact looks of the Star Wars lightsaber, something the public knew as a failed project in the United States.


    ¡°What the hell¡­ is this a new Chinese weapon?¡±


    The sniper mutters to himself, and loads a cartridge into his rife. He looks down the scope, and adjusts the aim slightly to have the mask of the ¡®Chinese¡¯ robot in the center of his scope.


    He readies the trigger, and fires.


    --------------------


    *Bzzt*


    The sound of a disc hovering next to his face makes John look at his visual sensors, picking up the shot of a rifle in his radar system. The plasma shot was aimed directly at his faceplate, and was intended to be a direct hit by the sniper who shot.


    But this was blocked by John¡¯s disc, the one hovering on his left shoulder.  The Varisum alloy blades were spinning at such a high frequency, allowing almost instantaneous movement and the ability to absorb any form of energy directed at the blades, which also caused a makeshift vacuum in the air surrounding John, as the very air itself was a form of energy.


    The only problem with this system of defense was that it couldn¡¯t handle the energy absorbed, and so John has to manually release the energy by redirecting it in a different direction. John issues a command for the energy to be released to a close target.


    The left shoulder disc lets out a small laser in the direction of the right shoulder disc, and that one absorbs the energy, allowing some time for John to pick one of the life signs out on his right, far from the road in a trench.


    He allows the energy to release, and one vital sign disappears from his sensors. No time is given for the sniper as John initiates an attack towards the sniper.


    He raises his left hand, the disc floating near his arm spinning to the front of his hand, close to his palm. The disc begins to slow down in rotation speed, and a small light concentration along the lines of John¡¯s arm shows a transferring of energy from the disc and body.


    The blades in the middle of the disc suddenly disappear and reappear in the center of the disc, the concentration of energy now showing a visual effect on the small Varisum cylinder sticking out of the center of the disc.


    The concentrated light in John¡¯s arm disappears, and the tip of the cylinder lets on a slight, blue glow.


    Then it is gone, no sound reaching any human ears for miles as the bullet of energy travels at a pace faster than the speed of light. John¡¯s sensors pick up the sign of a successful release, and the disc reforms into its original shape, going to just above his left arm.


    Then the sonic boom occurs just seconds after he releases that weapon function.


    The vital sign on John¡¯s left disappears.


    John continues to walk forward, despite the recent attempt on his body. But he stops when his sensors pick up objects bigger than him coming from his right, just a little further away then the humans in the trench.


    ¡°Shit, did they call in air support because I shot that guy?¡±


    John mutters to himself, while he turns his head to get a look of what aircraft he would have to shut down in order to get to the White House and exact his revenge on the President.


    Chopping its way through the air, a relatively semi-truck sized chopper appears. There are two rotors on its wings, and it very much resembles the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft from the marvel comics Charles always read, no matter how dirty and torn those comics were.


    John turns off the power to the lightsaber that saw no action, and reabsorbs the nanobots used in the weapon. He disengages his auto defense system, and the three discs attach themselves back into his body.


    John begins to use his sensor to examine the weak points of the incoming aircraft, the gears in his head turning. He looks towards his foot to see if anything of use could be used against a bigger machine then him, and a piece of pavement uprooted from the ground takes his attention.


    If the soldiers had decided to look at John, they would have seen the shining lines near his head shining ever more brilliantly.


    Using his machine strength, he lifts up the piece of debris the rest of the way out of the road, and heaves it onto his shoulders. The suspension in his arms takes the weight of the pavement, the width of the thing making him raise it above his metal head.


    Adjusting his aim for the prediction of where the chopper will be and tosses the pavement with all his might towards it.


    Using a slight electrical discharge, he puffs the dust off his hands, and continues his walk towards the White House. Off to his right the piece of road strikes a rotor straight on, crushing the turbine within and causing the rotor to malfunction.


    Smoke rises from the wing, and the helicopter begins its final descent to the battlefield.


    A big explosion occurs behind John, and on his sensors the life signs of a dozen disappear with that explosion.


    Quickly shifting into his Gaia Form, he zips off to the capital, leaving in his dust a very lonely tank named Seven.<td width="25%">The Induction of a Recruit</a></td><td width="25%">An Unusual Time... And Place</a></td>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


    Author here, I won''t release anything else until Valentine''s Day in America, as I have the best chapter for that after this one. A little comedy, and a shocking discovery involving the United States...

 06 - Questionable Sense of Self

    I hit 69 posts! haha! all the more reason to have posted on Valentines Day...


    I would also like to note that there is a reason why the mature tag is on, so read at a proper maturity age, or just laugh like a perverted teen. The laugh be with you.


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    Location: The White House barrier.


    Time: 2 hours after the young departed. 1400 military time.


    Day: The 2nd of July, 120 GA. Still.


    Shifting out of his Gaia Form, John digs his feet into the ground to slow himself before touching the blue barrier surrounding the White House entrance. For about a minute, the earth parts before his feet, until he is only a couple feet away from touching the blue impasse.


    The street is silent except for the movement of the nanobots on John¡¯s body, and the shifting of the frame inside the machine he calls a body. The houses dotting the surroundings all have their lights off, the street light the only thing on, and just barely at that too.


    His armor almost done shifting into his Hiltz Form, John stands there using his sensors to look and examine any weaknesses he could possibly find in the electrical barrier before him.


    He knew touching the damn thing would shock his systems until tomorrow, and leave his circuitry stunned but not useless, as he made the circuitry to be able to withstand the energy made by his thermal fusion reactor.


    Once the finally nanobot rests and grips onto his mechanical ass, he steps close to the barrier. His sensors go haywire slightly as he approaches, and this tells him that this is not on par with his body¡¯s energy output.


    But he remembers the useless thing he made for close combat. Perhaps it will be useful now?


    Reaching to his side with his hand, he activates the 6-disc weapon. The nanobots leave his armor and almost instantaneously merges with his hand, and forms the hilt of his invention copied from a certain Mr. Lucas.


    The blade extends, and the hum of energy from his arm transferring into the lightsaber is recorded in John¡¯s sensors.


    John lifts his arm and begins to tap the barrier with his blade. Sparks flash from between the two energies, the barrier beginning to dim slightly from resisting his powerful tap.


    The lit up emoticon on John¡¯s V-shaped faceplate changes to a smile, and he begins anew upon the barrier, pushing the tip of the lightsaber into the parting, dimming energy field. An inch into the barrier, sparks begin to fly like mad, resembling the time when a saw cuts through metal, but only with blue sparks instead of orange.


    If John¡¯s facial expression wasn¡¯t shown on the faceplate as an emoticon, an observer would be able to tell that John looked similar to that of a crazy homicidal maniac bent on mutual destruction.


    But there was no one around to tell or observe his face for him to notice that, and he plunged the blade deeper into the barrier, penetrating it all the way up to the hilt of the lightsaber.


    Although the barrier didn¡¯t give out more power, it still dimmed, like it was giving in to the pressure from the humming lightsaber.


    John begins to move the saber down, the force exerted on the barrier and lightsaber by his arm clearly showed on the pavement, as his feet began to dig into the stone ground from the pressure of multiple 21st century tanks was exhibited. The gears and electrical pulses sent to the arm began to rapidly increase in pace, as John sent commands to it through his wiring.


    The thermal fusion reactor began to increase the energy output needed to compensate for the energy spent, and steam began to billow out of John¡¯s body. All the force generated by John didn¡¯t go to waste as the lightsaber began to pull down on the barrier, its collapse shown by the tears in the electrical pattern of the barrier.


    But that wasn¡¯t all that happened when the barrier fell.


    The barrier now torn, John could use his sensors to get a grid of the place, the locations and lives that could and should be inside the White House. The problem though, was that there was no longer a building that could resemble the White House.


    There was only the white rocks and columns strewn all over the place, with a pit in the center of it. An almost exact replica of the famous Stonehenge, just white and modern.


    Calming his ¡®heart of steel¡¯, John stops pouring out steam, and lets go of his blade.


    John slips into the torn barrier through the gap he created, the nanobots on his body moving closer together, compacting to allow him more room and less of a chance to become electrocuted. John¡¯s thoughts always leaned on the side of caution back in his human body, and that trait followed him into his programming.


    Although he passes through the barrier, the lightsaber stays on, despite his lack touch upon the hilt. This is because the lightsaber has found another source of energy, the barrier itself. But this situation of energy draining doesn¡¯t last long as he reaches to the outside of the barrier and absorbs the lightsaber while pulling it across.


    The barrier flickers, and the nonexistent drain on its energy resources now allows it to resume its objective of hiding the catastrophe of the nation.


    John begins to walk forwards, towards the garden and ¡®would be¡¯ entrance of his destination. But from its appearance, the final destination has changed.


    After a mere 10 minutes, John walks through the standing arches of the White House, the doors that were once hinged upon them now lay splintered on the floor, burdened with John¡¯s footprints.


    Paying attention to all his sensors, which allows him to focus on everything surrounding him, he walks through through the rubble-strewn hallways, the light sometimes peeking through the ceiling. Sometimes kicking rubble away, he looks for any signs of the hidden Presidential bunker, in hopes of finding his target.


    Taking his time, he kicks rubble and punches through walls, discovering jewelry, safes, and the seal of the president. John thought this seal wouldn¡¯t be on a ring like some class ring found in high schools, but supposedly the evolution of technology wasn¡¯t bound to the oval office.


    After an hour of searching, John comes to the decision that the bunker is in fact somewhere else, and he walks down the hallway to the arch, the entrance and now the exit. He still holds onto the seal ring, and seeing as how useless it is to him, he tosses it behind him.


    Now, imagine that the seal ring was actually a beacon, and a tracer for the underground bunker. In fact, the trace was active the whole time John held the ring, and the ring had to be walked around in a certain way in order for the way to the bunker to open up.


    And John had unwittingly opened up the passage to the bunker by walking in the enigma of a path.


    The ring flashes, and John turns his body around, to discover the ring floating in midair, hovering with a small, red glow. Despite the ominous light, John approaches the ring, only to have it zip away, faster than the eye of a human to see. But John is not human, but a robot, and so his sensors pick up the moving coordinates of the ring, allowing John to follow in the ring¡¯s path.


    The ring makes its appearance as John turns around the corner, a stairwell in the ground that didn¡¯t show up in John¡¯s sensors now made its appearance below the ring.


    John walks to the ring, and stretches out his hand, the nanobots on his arm absorbing the ring and implementing the metal all throughout the body. This way, any of the surprises the ring could have in store for John would now be beneficial to him.


    When he absorbed the ring, the Varisum ore began to glow, but with an orange-gold hue. The lines on his body brightened, and the dark passage in the ground lit up from his light.


    ¡°Finally, the time for my revenge draws closer.¡±


    John proceeds down the now exposed passage, the way down dark and lonely. John¡¯s body became a flashlight though, and the orange-gold hue worked its electricity. Regardless of John¡¯s body, but John would have been able to see in the dark with his sensors, as they were made for all types of excursions.


    Walking down the human sized passage, with only the way forward being his option, John made the most of his time by running diagnostics on the stone passage. The stone themselves were brick-laid, and dated back to the 17th century. According to his diagnostic report.


    After more trivia on the passage, the passage itself began to widen, opening up to the size of two Scorpion-7¡¯s side by side. Only there were no tanks, and there was only a big, metal door with the american symbol etched onto it. The door was made to sustain any level of blast, and could only be opened up in a different way. But what was the right way?


    John uses his sensors on more important things now, disregarding the trivia information on the men who laid down the brick, there fingerprints still sitting on the bricks themselves.


    Turning his head around, he began to manually search for what would be a console, or some other data entry point. As luck would have it, his sensors picked up an electrical charge off to the right of the door, signifying what could be a console or an alarm.


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    John walked over to where his sensors picked up the electronic signature, and if he was still human, he would be irked at what he found as the lock. Or rather, instead of it being a lock, it was something similar to a target symbol, two circles surrounding a hole, and a little message written on the surface of the rock Insert Here.


    Once upon a time, John would have laughed at what his dirty mind thought to put in there, but now being a logical artificial intelligence, he just sticks his metal index finger into the target hole.


    ¡®Bzzt chnk¡¯


    The sound of something mechanical moving behind the wall is picked up in his sensors, and the pain receptors tell him of the increasing pressure on his finger. Seeing how it couldn¡¯t even punish his finger, he only ignored that small part of machinery moving, and looked towards the door.


    The door began to slide apart, much like that of a bunker¡¯s would. However, John picked up something elese entirely more¡­ alive.


    ¡°Oh! Finally someone has opened up the damn door. I was getting so lonely¡­ Should I introduce myself as a man-hater, or maybe a woman-hater this time? Or maybe I should just confess the sin I buried in my heart¡­¡±


    Although the speech he heard coming from the other side of the door startled his sensors to cause them to glitch, he stood still. With his finger still in the hole, the mechanical sounds now squeaking from the pressure it was trying to emit.


    He needed answers, and hopefully he could get answers from this¡­ depravity of humanity.


    As soon as the door finished parting itself, John began to move forward, into the room that looked like a biologist and a bioengineer had a massive breakdown in. Microscopes laid on every table, four tables in total. Test tubes lay on the ground cracked, a robotic arm lay on its side, moving to an unheard beat. Or maybe John did hear it, but decided to filter it from his sensors.


    Images of a woman¡¯s body from an x-ray machine lay plastered against the walls, sometimes robots were seen as gravure models, as there were many lipstick marks on their crotch shots and other personal areas of a human body.


    A woman was laid upon the ground, or at least half a woman, as the robotic arm from before was moving backwards and forwards doing a certain motion. A test tube was in its hands, and the lower body of a woman laid on the ground, the test tube inserted into her vagina.


    The upper body of the woman lay on a countertop, attached to the lower body with cords and pseudo-intestines. She was panting slightly, moaning occasionally, and had a look of a mad scientist, as she also had a lab coat on, and that was it.


    She was looking at an old flat screen tv, which was showing a picture of John looking at her looking at the screen. She already noticed him, but only began to make the robot arm move faster, increasing her moaning.


    John calmly looks at the situation before him, and then decides to do the most proper thing he could think of. He walks around a table, past the upper body of the woman, and behind the tv, unplugging the cord from a socket that has rust growing on it.


    ¡°Hey! I was watching that!¡±


    John turns around to look at the woman who yelled at him, who had anger written over her face for a second, before she had the face of an ecstatic woman about to climax, her grunting even getting through John¡¯s filters in his sensors.


    Seeing as for ten minutes she continued to get penetrated by science, John decides to kick away the robot arm, only to have his foot rebound from how well screwed into the ground the robotic arm was.


    ¡°So, what are you doooing here hottie? You don¡¯t loooook like you belong to the new generatiiioooon.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m here to find the President. You may hold the answer.¡±


    The robotic arm stops moving, and the moaning turns to a pant. The woman has one eye closed, and looks John over. She then tilts her head back and laughs, the test tube flying out of her vagina, causing a crater in the wall with shatter glass. Other shards of glass now fall onto the old, creating an even bigger pile of broken test tubes. John''s mind shudders at what muscles are needed to do that.


    ¡°Sorry, sonny, can¡¯t help you there. The President changed to that one place in the Grand Canyon, so the White House is my personal chambers-... I really meant decoy.¡±


    ¡°Grand Canyon? Alright, I¡¯ll check that out. Thank you Ms. Cummington, it was a pleasure.¡±


    Getting the information quickly, John began to turn around and leave. But his sensors picked up the agitated state the woman was in. He stopped.


    ¡°Oi, how the hell do you know my name?¡±


    ¡°Because my sensors already picked up your biosignature.¡±


    ¡°Biosignature? What the hell do you mean by that, you lube processor.¡±


    John heaves a rhetorical sigh, and turns around to face the now angry and foul-mouthed woman.


    ¡°You are just over 5 feet, you weigh 95 pounds originally, but with your integrated mechanical parts and immortality engine, you weigh just over 300 pounds. Your breast size is G cup, and people often refer to your kind as a big-breasted loli. You are 125 years old on November 23rd. <del>Your favorite food is rooster, and you enjoy the cold touch of steel</del>.¡±


    Giving her the information he thought she desired, he begins to turn around. That is until something hard hits his head, bouncing off and getting stuck in the ceiling. He turns around to find the Ms. Cummington with a scowl on her face, her mouth wide open, and steam figuratively coming from her head.


    ¡°I AM ONLY 124!!! And I NEVER programmed that into you, you damned AIIS, how the hell do you know this?¡±


    ¡°...Wouldn¡¯t it be because I was never an AIIS, nor yours to program?¡±


    After John said those words, he soon began to regret it as the woman¡¯s face began to contort rapidly, from angry, curious, angry, sad, furious, and¡­ ecstatic.


    She pushes off the table, and her body begins to reconnect, her breasts shrinking slightly, and her body reconnecting, the metal cables keeping her firmly in place. She somehow puts on some suspenders underneath the labcoat she never took off, and runs up to John like a fan would to her star.


    ¡°You are made by THE John Hiltz!!!!??? Oh My God! OMG OMG OMG!!!¡±


    She asks and answers the question herself, and begins to jump around him similar to that of a cat on a catnip high. Her hair curls and bounces, the brown hair smacking John¡¯s chest with a solid thud. John had no idea what he put in her hair, but his answer came from his sensors, mercury.


    John tries to step away from the crazed woman, but she hugs him tightly, breathing in through her nose heavily, and drooling slightly.


    ¡°You¡¯re mine now.¡±


    ¡°No, I¡¯m not. I¡¯m myself.¡±


    His refute begins to move the gears in her head, the woman gazing into his face.


    ¡°Well, shit. You ARE John Hiltz.¡±


    This causes the woman to squeeze even tighter, making some of the nanobots near his crotch shiver in fear. John tries to pry her off him, but like superglue, it seems impossible. So he turns around while the woman begins to scootch up his body, similar to a cockroach.


    The woman lifts up her arms when she straddles his neck with her legs, screaming to the rock ceiling.


    ¡°I am Catherine Cummington, and I am getting married!¡±


    ¡°Like hell you are.¡±


    John continues forward, and begins to walk up the stairs. A rogue thought enters his processing systems;


    ¡®What the hell did I find in that hole?¡¯<td width="25%">Leaving a Luck Number Behind</a></td><td width="25%">A Load of Shilver</a></td>----------------------------------------------------------


    Sorry for the late and promised valentine''s day chapter. I can''t keep my promises... but I figured I might as well keep the character, as she seems pretty fun. And I haven''t fully explained her throughly, so that will be fun. I will try to have the next chapter out later this week.


    As my friends have become fond of saying... *Raise Hand* "For the Cult!"


    ...And that''s how we found each other in Wal-Mart.

 07 - A Dirty Appearance of an Acquaintance

    Location: In the Middle of Nowhere, Population 666 + 2.


    Time: 100 military time.


    Day: The 3rd of July. Almost the day for the fireworks of independence.


    John zips down the interstate highway, in the middle of nowhere. His Gaia Form has already become second nature to his systems now, as he controls the rolling discs with ease. They cut through the pavement, and sometimes he has to accelerate to just under Mach 1 to leap over the craters formed from a bombing run from the U.F.E.


    Indeed, the destruction called war has finally reached the capital of music, Nashville, Tennessee.


    As for the reason why he can¡¯t go past the speed of Mach 1, is due to the woman named Catherine currently riding on his back in two parts. Apparently, she made herself a cyborg human unit, and was able to download her memories and personality into it, much the same way as John did, but with no death involved as the body was integrated with a machine called the Immortality Engine, which was supposed to be able to break down any organic matter digested, and supply it as food for the human parts and energy for the machine parts.


    Sadly, this allowed no room for weapons, and so Catherine decided to ask the government for safe-housing, in exchange for the implementation of the A.I.I.S.


    This ended up with her being locked in a room by human beings, which leads to a thing called a robotics fetish. The name explains it all, and she soon became interested in building the perfect robot for her to play with. She failed though, because the A.I.I.S. was a half-baked answer to artificial intelligence, courtesy of John Hiltz, when he was still alive in his human body.


    In all honesty, he thought the woman on top of him could rival his own genius intellect, and so refrained from pointing her in the direction of becoming like him. An artificial intelligence.


    They continued on his journey, the tag-a-long of a woman with no shame riding his back, singing along to the song ¡®Sweet Home Alabama¡¯ that she had downloaded onto her music player. John wonders at times along the revenge trip, as to where she keeps all the gadgets she pulls out of thin air. But then he remembers it¡¯s best not to question insanity.


    ¡°Hey, hey. John!¡±


    ¡°What is it, you crazy women?¡±


    ¡°Uehehe, you complimented me!¡±


    ¡°No, I didn¡¯t you creepy woman. Now what is it?¡±


    ¡°Hehe, uhum. Now, I want to know how you got into this majestic and fine body you have¡­¡±


    ¡°The same thing you did with yours, but much less refined.¡±


    This conversation occurring was brought upon by John fending off Catherine¡¯s advances upon his nanobot body, the Gaia Form already stressed by her touching. On John¡¯s sensors the image of Catherine twirling her finger on top of him, with drool coming from her mouth furthered the image of her being an imbecile.


    Using his momentum, he began to shake her side to side on his body, knocking her back into a sane state of mind. Mercury did wonders to the head, in a bad way after all.


    ¡°So tell me Catherine, why did you come with me?¡±


    ¡°Because I have a robot fetish!! HAHAHA!!!¡±


    ¡°O...Okay¡­ So why do you know where the President¡¯s secret hideout is?¡±


    ¡°Hmm¡­ I don¡¯t know?¡±


    With a finger to her lip, she tilts her head to the side, while still twirling her finger on his back. The nanobots shudder from her slightest touch. John gives a look to Catherine, even though he technically doesn¡¯t have eyes to look with.


    ¡°But you said it was in the Grand Canyon?¡±


    ¡°Yep! Because my little boy is the Vice Preewsident!¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s Vice President, Catherine. Don¡¯t let that mercury to your head so fast¡­ Wait, did you say you have a fuckin son who is the Vice President?¡±


    ¡°Yep! I have a fuckin son!¡±


    ¡°Wow. Is he the reason why you were locked up in there?¡±


    ¡°Yes sir! He kept telling me not to spread his hooker session over the interweb.¡±


    ¡°... You are a horrible parent¡­¡±


    ¡°What? But I gave him so much love!¡±


    ¡°I really don¡¯t want to know what sort of love you gave him¡­¡±


    And so, the conversation went on as the two out-of-time technological miracles made their way across the nation.


    *******************************************Meanwhile*******************************************


    ¡°Henry! There is no reason to take your sausage out!¡±


    ¡°But George, y¡¯know the saying¡­¡±


    ¡°There is no way in hell what you are going to say is going to be a saying!¡±


    ¡°Buddy, I will totally make it into a saying.¡±


    ¡°So sure of yourself, Henry. How the hell are we still friends?¡±


    ¡°Because you keep trying to pull me out of crap.¡±


    ¡°Please don¡¯t bring me into reality¡­¡±


    The conversation of George and Henry echoes across a rather large pit, one filled with a special kind of mud from a very special place. The place of their feet was in fact, in a latrine. A shit pit.


    Having been caught smoking a little on the side during their watch hour, both George and Henry were forced to shovel the crap out of their backs. Quite literally, they were stuck on the pooper scooper duty of a U.F.E. officer.


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    Having nothing better to do for the past week, they continued on their tour of the shit. Shovels in hand, and a small clean corner to rest in, they labored relentlessly over the past few days. Often enough, they would gaze out to the rising sun, in hope of seeing a new dawn.


    Sadly, that hope was often nullified by the silhouette of their commanding officer keeping watch over them from in front of the east. That man would often give them a grace period for a break and a nap, where they relieved themselves in other soldier¡¯s crap.


    George took the fall with Henry, and they both paid the price of weed on duty.


    Henry though, is always looking at the positive side of things, in this pit of misery. Whenever Henry opened his bony jaw, George would have to rest on his shovel for a physical break, and tell Henry to go back to work. This exchange often left George tired of all the shit he was given.


    ¡°Hey George, is that a bird?¡±


    Henry points up to the sky with his shovel, the shovel full of shit.


    ¡°Henry, that¡¯s a shovel full of shit. Throw it away.¡±


    ¡°No-no, look up at the sky. Is it a plane?¡±


    When Henry repeats himself, George knew he was serious. Being a good friend, he goes along with Henry¡¯s act of a serious mindset. But then George¡¯s eyes widened as he actually did see something flying towards them, but it was definitely no bird, nor a plane. It was silver though, with an odd shade of green on it. Barely any green could be made out from the distance, but it was coming closer.


    ¡°Henry, get the Colonel.¡±


    ¡°Fuck no, you put your shit down and do it. I can¡¯t miss this.¡±


    ¡°But you spotted it, it¡¯s a soldiers duty.¡±


    ¡°Duty my ass. We¡¯re in the shit pit already.¡±


    ¡°True¡­¡±


    Neither of them budged from their spot as the silver thing flew closer and closer. The object began to pass them from up high, but then suddenly stopped in mid-air.


    ¡°Henry¡­¡± ¡°George¡­¡±


    The two soldiers in shit looked at each other. They began to hear a whistling sound reminiscent of a bomb, and the both knew what to do.


    ¡°Run!¡± ¡°Throw shit at it!¡±


    George, being the most intelligent of the two, grabbed Henry¡¯s collar and dragged him away from the falling U.F.O. Henry, being the idiot he was, began to pick up feces like a monkey and chuck it at the thing, to no avail.


    The whistling sound became louder, until they couldn¡¯t hear their own breathing. The duo look at the silver thing to find it almost hitting the pile of shit left unfinished by the two. They both close their eyes, but the expected rush of crap from the impact did not come. Instead, the sound of a blowtorch reached their ears, and both George and Charles looks at¡­


    A silver Iron Man.


    ¡°What the fuck? I think I¡¯m a child again.¡±


    ¡°Stop it Henry. We can still smell shit so we are definitely alive.¡±


    The two stand there, looking at an old time superhero from the past.


    Suddenly, the sound of the blowtorch stops, and the Iron Man falls into the shit pile, causing a wave of shit to come over them like a tidal wave. Henry jumps up and George catches him, the two look at each other in the eyes, a Scooby-Doo styled carry.


    ¡°¡°It was nice knowing you¡­¡±¡±


    Henry and George pass out from the overwhelming stench coming towards them in the form of any man¡¯s worst nightmare, second to an angry woman however.


    ¡°What the heck, why are those to people under that shit?¡±


    Walking over to the brown forms of George and Henry, Charles Green walks in between the two soldiers of the U.F.E.


    ¡°Did I get the wrong electronic signature? I could have sworn that AI came this way¡­ Jarvis, please come back¡­¡±


    Charles looks over the two prone men, and immediately picks up the two dirty men, Henry¡¯s face was covered, and George had his mouth open, the crap crammed inside his mouth.


    ¡°Poor bastards. Well, they should be useful. I wonder if they are ranked higher in rank the Colonel? Hmm? What¡¯s this?¡±


    Charles scanner picks up an electric pulse similar to the one he registered before. Charles smiles inside his helmet, and puts the signature down for future reference.


    Sadly, Charles didn¡¯t understand the command structure in any military, so he chose these two buffoons to take with him in his search of John. Charles begins his thrusters and blasts off into the air with the burden of two in-flight passengers, off to the West.<td width="25%">A Mercury-Filled Love</a></td><td width="25%">Trial Flight in Sky!</a></td>----------------------------------------------------------------


    Thought I would get a little bit of side character action in. It''s a shit ton of work, but I get it done. Tell me if my explanations don''t make sense! And to whoever guessed on the sister thing... I should say it''s related to the plot! hehe...


    Enjoy! I will post more on what this weird, mercury head woman can do. In the next chapter!

 08 - United We Stand, Together We... What?

    Time: 1800 military time. 6 pm if time zones aren¡¯t included.


    Day: 3rd of July. 120 G.A.


    Location: The Second Biggest State. Sorry Texas, you aren¡¯t the biggest in border. But the population surely is big¡­ in weight¡­


    ¡°Whee!!!¡±


    ¡°Damn it Catherine, just hop off so I can take care of these damn birds.¡±


    ¡°No! Nononono!¡±


    Shaking her head, Catherine squeals once again into the air, her crotch riding in the middle of John¡¯s back. John however, is currently zipping through an amusement park in the state of Texas. The reason for Catherine¡¯s enjoyment is due to the occasional bump in the track, as John is currently using a rollercoaster track to zip into the air, three aircrafts similar to before hovering near the amusement park.


    As for why the choppers are following the two robotic experts, is due to one reason.


    Invasion of their territories. The U.S. still controlled the state of Texas due to it being next to Mexico, which still exists due to U.S. cash influxes.


    Although John had the capabilities to take out the annoying birds in the air, he couldn¡¯t due to the excessive horny weight on his back. Using the Gaia form, John couldn¡¯t hover in the air like the choppers, although John did have something in his body, or rather he had the capability to change into something that could.


    But that is only if Catherine would hop off his back.


    ¡°Catherine, for the love of your porn, get off my back!¡±


    ¡°Ghuehehe, you are my porn! I want MORE!!¡±


    ¡°Dammit¡­¡±


    Using his sensors, John looks for a part of the rollercoaster track that reaches the highest point of the track, the apex. His audio sensors pick up the whirring of the barrel of the chopper¡¯s gatling gun, a clear sign of hostility. John activates his thruster to a mere 30%, breaking the sound barrier and almost reaching Mach 2.


    (Un)fortunately, Catherine loses the ride of her life and is blown away by the sudden increase in speed. Her moaning becomes a scream of ecstasy as she hits and slides down a flag pole, the American Flag between her and the pole. Although it has never fallen from that pole for decades, it has now become soiled.


    Going faster then the output of the gatling guns, John reaches the top of the track easily, and lets go of the rail. Having enough time to initiate his next bodily program, John begins his newest trial run.


    ¡°Avian Form, active.¡±


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    ¡°What the hell? The bogie just jumped from the track!¡±


    ¡°Just keep firing the gatling, I¡¯ll prepare the Magnetic Propulsion Missiles.¡±


    ¡°Alright, just don¡¯t mess up the guiding A.I.I.S.¡± (AN: I should note that it is pronounced ¡®Eyes¡¯)


    In the cockpit of the chopper in the triangular formation above the rollercoaster track, two American soldiers sit in their seats, pressing triggers on a remote control. A few packages of junk food can be seen around the cockpit, almost appearing like the room of the game addict.


    One soldier is currently turned around, fiddling with a foot long metal cylinder, labeled MPM. He is tapping away at a electronic signature pad, to ensure that everything in it¡¯s system is updated to the current situation.


    ¡°What the hell? Look at the bogie, it¡¯s behaving strangely..¡±


    Getting the attention of his co-pilot, he walks up to the cockpit screen and window, peering at the wolf-like robot that was once there before, but is now hovering in the spot it jumped to, four discs attached to it spewing out highly concentrated energy to keep the heavy mass it calls the body.


    But the body was currently¡­ a ball of black with orange lines all around it.


    Dropping his honey bun, the co-pilot stares in awe at something not out-of-this-world.


    ¡°What the hell¡­¡±


    Getting a glare from the pilot, he looks at him wondering why he isn¡¯t also looking at this weird U.F.O. However, the pilot¡¯s mental condition finally kicks in.


    ¡°This is my cockpit. Pick up after yourself.¡±


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    The nanobots scramble across his body, the Hiltzirium, Phorium, and Varisum implemented body changing its structure to something unlike before, the discs used before hover outside his body, the propulsion giving John¡¯s systems time to obey his command.


    Merging, formatting, integrating new weapon systems and putting away old ones. The four limbs from before now flatten out inside the concealed mass of nanobots. The tiniest bit of clinking metal sounds can be heard throughout John¡¯s systems letting him know the choppers are still on the offensive and not staring in awe at his wonderful creation.


    Feeling a little miffed, all John can do is wait a few minutes for the transformation process to take place.


    His suspension shifts slightly to accommodate for the difference in limb structure, his body basically becoming flatter and flatter, the ¡®ribs¡¯ losing their function and jutting out of the chest of his new body.


    Feeling the settling of the transformation, he slowly uncurls from his position, still hovering in the air. The three choppers come up on his scanner, the sound of overheated barrels clearly shown on his sensor.


    Stretching his new limbs, the four discs hover in the center of the limbs, their flat surface allowing propulsion in multiple directions possible. Surrounding John hovers at least five discs, each intermingling through a cord made of electricity.


    John turns on his emoticon. On his signature face plate, a smiley face appears. Death awaits for others in his Avian Form.


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    ¡°Move move move move!!¡±


    The co-pilot yells at the pilot, the weird robot now changed into something completely different.


    The thing had four wings, with little discs hovering in the center of the wings. It had a tail as well, but most likely it wouldn¡¯t be used as a weapon. There are five similar discs hovering above the body of the robot, the orange electricity showing its use as a connector between the five discs hovering and spinning like a hypnotic dance.


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    The glowing lines from before are spread across its body like a machine¡¯s circuits, and the head begins to glow slightly as an image appears on its visor.


    ¡°Hey, are you seeing that?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, isn¡¯t that a smiley face?¡±


    Those were the last words the two say as John tilts his wings slightly and increases his thrust capacity to 50%, allowing for a fast dash forward into the cockpit, his two right wings cutting the chopper in half, causing an explosion to occur in the triangle formation.


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    Finishing up his inflight corrections of his flight systems, as well as the propulsion needed for the mini-battle ahead, John uses his sensors to check his surroundings. The roller coaster tracks lay crushed below, due to the fallen metal once called a chopper, and the other two choppers in the air awaiting his next move.


    John spins lazily around to face both choppers in the air, beating his metal wings because it is needed to control where to point the propulsion system. His tail ¡®feather¡¯ is used for another purpose though, and he decides to use it on the last chopper.


    Using 50% propulsion, John pushes forward to the chopper hovering on his right. Activating his weapon systems, the five discs jet out in front of him, the electrical lines connecting them together in a pentagonal formation.


    The chopper uses suppressing fire on the discs, as the pilot inside the cockpit sees the little spinning discs as weapons of destruction. Two MPM missiles appear from the wings of the chopper, their propulsion guided by the massive amount of electrical force generated by the discs.


    But it is no use as the missile is cut in half before it could even explode on impact.


    The five discs continue on their journey, and the chopper meets its now determined fate by electrocution. The discs spin around, the electricity pulsating with every revolution made by the pentagon. The orange lines of electricity begin to shrink in on the chopper, and the showing of meat burning can be seen inside the cockpit. This doesn¡¯t last long as the revolutions cease, and the discs all crash into the chopper, causing it to fall apart.


    The discs return back into the pentagonal formation, and John continues to stare at the other chopper. The chopper doesn¡¯t move though, so John uses his ¡®major¡¯ weapon, the one weapon this form will be known for in his coming days.


    John lifts up his flat tail, it bending similar to a scorpions, just bending down and underneath. The tail splits into two, as electricity begins to run up and down it. The circuit lines begin to glow around the two-pronged tail as John thrusts forward to the chopper.


    The chopper begins to turn around, the soldiers inside clearly frightened by the ¡®bogie¡¯. But John is already next to the cockpit, the space between the tail generating a ball of orange electricity. The tail begins to spin, the two-prongs going over each other similar to an egg-beater would.


    John latches onto the hull of the chopper, and keeps the chopper from escaping, using his propulsion to counterbalance against the aircraft.


    From afar, it looks like a beam of light splits then vaporizes the chopper itself, only scrap metal falls from where John was holding the chopper.


    Flying back down from his warm-up, John goes back to the collapsed amusement park. The draft and heat from his propulsion system caused mayhem to the surface and image of the park itself. The pool of water was fine, for some odd reason.


    John quickly shifts into his Hiltz Form, which takes less time then when he change into the Avian Form. Due to his new form change, all transforming times extended due to ¡®system load¡¯. But it matters not with fairly decent protection, what John calls the nanobots.


    John quickly begins his search for his dropped cargo, and find the flagpole still standing tall. Using his sensor, he looks for Catherine¡¯s remains, but he finds her vitals just fine. Using his disc from his back, he begins to dig his way through by spinning the blades outwards from the disc, similar to a drill.


    This allows Catherine the ability to jump through the hole once it was dug, clamping on to John like a mother would to her child. Although in Catherine''s case...


    Catherine looks up at John¡¯s smiling face, and tears run down her face.


    ¡°It was so hot down here.¡±


    ¡°My bad, I didn¡¯t calculate the consequences. Forgive me Catherine.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll forgive you¡­¡±


    ¡°What do I have to do?...¡±


    ¡°Fuck me! It was so hot down there!¡±


    ¡°Wait, so it wasn¡¯t my fault?¡±


    John pulls Catherine off of his body, the fluids from her experience still fresh on his nanobots.


    ¡°Shit, this is going to take a while to get rid of¡­¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry! I can clean it. For a fee~¡±


    ¡°Damnit no means no, Catherine.¡±


    ¡°You meant to say ¡®no means yes and yes means anal¡¯...¡±


    ¡°... I have to wonder sometimes as to where you find your sources of information.¡±


    John turns around and begins to walk away from the mess of a cyborg named Catherine Cummington. Catherine then gets her brain straight and yells out to John.


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    Now, regardless, something has to happen that''s awesome next chapter. Now, I won''t do spoilers, but John, will be going into a badass moment.


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    Hey this is the author. I want to know what everyone thinks so far, as I am still currently writing up the Chapter 09. Sorry that this isn''t the chapter itself, but I''ve been busy with RL. I''ve only got 1000 words so far, and I haven''t even got close to the middle of the story. I feel like this chapter will go for a pretty long time, so bear with it please. I know how much you guys want the President to be killed, but I have to progress the plot in the Chapter 09.


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 09 - A Total War Attempt (Part 1)

    ¡°It is better to live one day as a lion than a hundred years as a sheep.¡±


    - Italian proverb


    John gazes out from his sensors, the hum of electricity being his solemn musical soundtrack. Although the sound of Catherine panting does reach his audio sensors, he ignores it now that his goal has almost in reach.


    Leaping off the Grand Canyon wall, he begins to shift into his Avian Form from his Gaia Form. Taking only a few minutes, he keeps his thrust at a steady 20%, to keep his body ¡®stealthy¡¯.


    All the while Catherine is sitting on his back, panting.


    ¡°Catherine, where are we heading?¡±


    ¡°We are¡­ hwa¡­ heading north more¡­ hwa¡­¡±


    ¡°... Thank you for your support.¡±


    ¡°Hwa¡­ I am your¡­ hwaa¡­ bra.¡±


    Giving no retort, John sets his sights to the northern parts of the Grand Canyon. Revenge is his game, and he is going to play it well. It was independence day, but for whom?


    Taking no more than a few minutes, John rises and rests just below cloud level, scanning the area below for signs of government activity. In the distance, another bombing run issued by the U.F.E. comes into effect. A light show is put on at the distance of over a thousand miles.


    Searching relentlessly, John uses his sensors to their capacity. Catherine continues to pant, although sometimes the sound of her munching on food is picked up on the sensor.


    Ignoring the munch and crunch, John continues his sensor scans on the Grand Canyon and the surrounding area.


    No energy signatures were detected, and no vitals except for the critters of the earthen soil showed up in his scan. Cursing his inability, he continues to hover through the sky.


    ¡°Hey, John. What¡¯s that?¡±


    Sensing that Catherine was pointing up with her arm, and chips falling upon his head, John looks up, his own head straining to pinpoint where Catherine herself was pointing.


    ¡°Catherine, is that what I think it is?¡± John asks Catherine with a little awe and overwhelming excitement in his voice. Keep in my that he uses the speaker system in his body to speak, so whispering is a no go for him.


    Catherine only nods, the chips in her mouth falling once again.


    Plowing through the cloud cover above the flying duo, was a massive ship.


    Five huge thrusters with turbines just outside of the cylinder thrusters marked each corner of the ship above John and Catherine. It was massive in width, but the height only went up to two stories of a building''s height. But this was still bigger than John in his Avian Form.


    Entirely gray, and it¡¯s shape was a pentagon. But it wasn¡¯t just any ship appearing before John. No, on the side of the massive pentagonal ship facing John were the words The Pentagon.


    ¡°Haha! This is going to be so much fun!!¡± Catherine squeals from where she is sitting, throwing empty chip bags off of John. The Fritos, Doritos, and the Lay¡¯s all fell, and Catherine looked at them with the eyes of a child whom lost his favorite toy.


    Using his own thrusters, the discs began to spin rapidly around him, the electrical current making Catherine¡¯s hair stand on end. John flies forwards, as from the bottom of The Pentagon were massive Gatling Turrets implanted, and aimed straight at him.


    ¡°Shit, Catherine, don¡¯t get shot.¡± John tells Catherine, as the energy signatures begin to explode before him on his sensor.


    However, Catherine was now looking at the turrets with an immeasurable amount of lust.


    ¡°..You masochist¡­¡±


    Using the five discs surrounding him, he moves them all to the front of his body, his wings no longer flapping as he makes his body as straight as possible. The discs inside his wings turn to point straight down and away from The Pentagon, as John increases the thrust to 100%.


    The energy he sensed before begins to unleash itself at him, but to no avail as the discs in front of him create an electric shield and rotate to catch the energy bullets sent at him. Powering themselves, the discs also begin to send the bullets back at a significant loss of accuracy. Missing multiple times, the bullets still found their marks as there were over 30 turrets shooting at John.


    But John still pressed forward as his shield took the full brunt of the attack. Catherine no longer looked on in lust, but now in panic as she began to see small, balls of spike float out from the inside of the ship.


    ¡°J-j-j-j-j-ohn! There¡¯s more!¡± Catherine begins to smack John¡¯s head in panic. Her lab coat flutters in the wind furiously, letting out candy bar wrappers to float on to the ground.


    ¡°I know, you wimp.¡± John uses his sensors to pinpoint what Catherine had begun to point out.


    The ¡®Starships¡¯ began their parade under the cloud cover, zipping and rolling around to dodge the bullets that began to head their way, reflected by John¡¯s disc barrier. Using their engines, they activate the thrust and dodge swiftly, sometimes losing a needle that would spontaneously explode.


    ¡°Catherine, get low so you don¡¯t end up like those needle rockets.¡± says John as the distance between the two parties decreases, explosions occurring between the two like a political debate.


    Catherine acknowledges the suggestion by wrapping her legs around his ¡®waist¡¯, and her arms around his upper body. This causes him to tilt slightly due to her weight. But it is a slight mistake that costed¡­ something.


    An explosion occurs just below John, and out of the smoke of the explosion flies one of the starships. Glistening with the soot of explosion, it sparkled as the electricity shot by John¡¯s auto-defense discs was basically absorbed by the metallic dust caused by the explosion.


    ¡°Shit, what the hell is in those needles?¡± John shouts out of his speakers, as he initiates evasive action. The thrusters output varies between each wing as he leaves the sanctuary of his shield, the five discs following him in his evasion.


    ¡°It¡¯s druggsss!!!!¡± Catherine shouts out to John¡¯s rhetorical question. Her arms don¡¯t go up or out, but continue to hug onto John, for her life depended on it for once.


    The starships begin to chase after John, forming a V in the air, each ship firing two of their needles at John.


    Realizing their intent, John begins to use the discs to block the missiles, the blades of the discs absorbing the explosion and dust, firing the energy back at the ships. A couple of the starships explode, but the rest evade the random projectile blasts.


    John initiates his tail cannon, and flies through the air underneath The Pentagon, the turrets continuing their fire upon John, suppressing his movement. Catherine begins to get holes in her lab coat, revealing her smooth skin to the world.


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    This goes unnoticed by all in the air, on the battlefield.


    Firing off a few bursts of suppressed plasma from his tail, John is able to knock out an area of the turrets, giving him some leeway in tactics. But this doesn¡¯t come without a cost as the The Pentagon begins to take action itself.


    In the center of the massive ship is a small black ball, with tiny sparks flying off and back into it. On John¡¯s sensors, a massive energy signature is detected from that little ball, spelling out doom for John.


    But John didn¡¯t wait this long for revenge, and only for a small black ball to stop his war path.


    John pushes his way through the crowd of starships, destroying a few only to have them follow his flight, issuing him the courtesy of several needles worth of firepower. But these missiles are all deflected or absorbed by John¡¯s auto-defense system, the spinning discs redistributing the firepower back towards the flying balls.


    However, the energy reading began to increase exponentially, and John¡¯s new body began to feel the pressure from the black ball in the form of gravity. Having to spend more energy from his thermal fusion reactor, the lines on his body that glowed orange now began to glow a very light orange color, and sometimes the flicker of blue could be seen swirling its way around his body.


    Reaching the point where his maximum output couldn¡¯t push through the gravity forced upon him, John used his last weapon, as he really never wanted to rely on such a weapon.


    ¡°Catherine, I choose you!¡±


    ¡°Wah??!! You¡¯ll marry meeeeee!¡± Catherine begins to respond but is suddenly pushed forward by his tail, and tossed using multiple discs as leverage. Much like that of a trampoline, she goes flying off of John¡¯s back and straight to the black ball.


    Forming a ¡®snow angel¡¯ in the air, she flips through the air, heads over heels and back again. Her legs spread, and her arms out wide, she screams much like a woman in her prime. But being over 100, she was way passed that stage.


    As soon as she reaches the black ball of energy, it disappears to an unknown place just as Catherine passes it.


    Issuing commands to his disc thrusters, Catherine is caught by John¡¯s moving body, her body in complete alignment with John. Crying in joy at the thought of being married, and like the previous experience never happened, she hugs onto John¡¯s body, doing obscene motions and the words spoken by her were muted by John, as he REALLY didn¡¯t need to hear it.


    Still dodging the turret fire, and the missiles, John notices that the time between attacks from the turrets is slowing, as if they lost a power source.


    So John begins to destroy all the turrets one by one, a dozen by a dozen.


    The starships begin to circle him when he goes on his killing spree, and so John begins to give commands to his body, using his sensors to pinpoint the locations of the starships.


    Activating his thrusters at 100% with no inhibitors, his wings look similar to blades as he zips past a starship approaching him. The special alloy of John¡¯s body cuts through the earthen metal like paper, and the starship explodes into a thousand pieces. THe sound of someone near death¡¯s doors echoes across his sensors.


    Startled, the other starships begin to unleash their missiles already locked onto John, but unfortunately for them John begins to attack each aircraft one by one, causing small damage to nearby units.


    Of course, John doesn¡¯t forget about the missiles, as he causes them to explode with his defense system that he controls, the discs adjusting to cutting the needle missiles in half, causing them to lose their purpose and explode in the air.


    Taking no longer than a few minutes, the aerial dogfight ends. Catherine breathes deeply in succession, enough for both woman and machine.


    ¡°That¡­ was a blast.¡± The creepy smile of Catherine¡¯s face belies her thoughts to John.


    Flying into one of five of the docking stations and hangars for the starships, John hovers until a big 01 comes into his sight sensor. Hovering steadily, he initiates his Hiltz Form just as soon as the heat from his thrusters begins to be felt by his body.


    ¡°That was a good ride¡­¡± Catherine hops off his body like a professional horseback riding, sighing. Her knees seem odd as they wobble with each step she takes.


    Only taking a dozen seconds, John lands upon the Docking Bay 01, his metal body causing a small indent upon the flying ship. Already in his Hiltz Form, he activates his programs for his lightsaber, the Varisum metal glowing brightly, despite the fact that the saber didn¡¯t have a current in it.


    The lightsaber in hand, and the three discs that float around him in a circle are the only attack systems online. John swings the weapon around in an attempted experiment, narrowly missing the fidgeting Catherine who wears nothing but a burned up lab coat.


    Calibrating his body to adjust to swinging around the lightsaber, he doesn¡¯t pay attention to the surroundings, that is, until Catherine starts clinging to his leg.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡± John tilts his head to look down towards Catherine, who begins to shake in either fright or excitement. With her, it¡¯s hard to tell.


    Instead of replying, she points to a place further down the hangar bay, where John then looks and scopes out the situation using his sensors.


    His sensors pick up a few dozen life signs, but the image he stares at before him is definitely not a few dozen, as the sound of metal boots ricochets off of the floor. Inwardly, he smiles, and the three hovering discs move to either side of him, two on the left and one on the right where the lightsaber is.


    He flashes his emoticon. A smile appears on his visor.


    ¡°It¡¯s getting warmer now.¡± John begins to move at a slow pace towards the things and beings before him.


    (End of 1st Part)


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    Author here, thought I would post the first part of the battle first, because I didn''t want to give you guys a long wait. I will change it back to a single thread when the next part of the Chapter 09 is done. btw, 3/3 is my special day, so that''s why I''m releasing it that day. A perfect day to kill a president haha