First some feedback addressing stuffs
Okay... this was quite the update. How did you manage that part?
Can you be more specific? I'm not sure what you're talking about.
I know he's the bad guy but I can't help but feel sorry for him. You know you just killed a man, right? Not even a moment of introspection? Perhaps right before finding out he was alive? Cause acting sad that he was dead only to get mad at him being alive I think might have added a bit of additional humor to that scene. Are we even sure he killed you?
Well, looking back it did come across rather malicious didn't it. I intend to address this in later parts, but my emotional responses are notably muted. Dartinia was a chain around my neck, and a dangerous one, so I removed him. It was cold, colder than I would ever be in real life, but even in real life I have a tendency to be very, very unempathetic to people outside a very small circle. I sort of have to try to empathise with others on the same level as most people. Maybe I came across to strong though, it's something for me to think about. As for killing me? Yes and no.
It's a good thing you killed that doctor. If you hadn't, he might've thought to add a 'may not harm a Master-level user, or, through inaction, permit a Master-level user to come to harm' restriction to the next model.
So you can't modify or remove your user selection subsystem on your own. Do you have control over the data it's using to make its decisions, or the systems that collect that data? Can you assess compatibility yourself without being picked up (and thereby letting the AUS evaluate them)?
Once I did my Protection spell to get him to bat me away, I had to get rid of him, or he would have done something to that effect. At that point I had shown my hand - that I was in fact as out to get him as his previous "creations".
As for the rest... that may come up later. Just maybe...
Okay, this is a whole lot later than I had intended to put this out, but stuff came up, you know how it is. But I promised an update Friday and by my clock it isn't yet 11:30, so I came in on time. Technically. It's short, so I'll probably update at least once over the weekend, probably Sunday. Assuming I remember.
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Part Four
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I floated down the corridor slowly. I needed to get off the ship now, but the front of the ship was either crushed or buried under a rather large amount of dirt.
The back of the ship wasn't nearly as damaged as the front, where both the Doctor and I had been, but I could already detect six life-signs moving around in the back of the ship. Members of the crew that I would need to avoid. There had been two members of the crew whose personnel files suggested that my Automatic User Selection might give them Master access. Until I had more time to explore those systems, I couldn't be sure. And so they all had to be avoided in case those members hadn't made it off the ship.
Unfortunately, I was not exactly inconspicuous. I was small, certainly, but glowing white wings coming off a small red gem are not very subtle.
>>Dimensional transfer detected>>
>>Three new life-signs>>
>>New contacts approaching by air>>
>>Time to arrival 11 minutes>>
Those contacts could be crewmen coming to look for their fellows, or they could be mages from an organization like the Time-Space Administration Bureau. Or another criminal group.
I paused my flight at an intersection in the hall. I could go either left or right to the ship's respective cargo bays, but there were crewmen in both directions - two to the left and three to the right - and I was unsure of my ability to sneak by.
So I went left.
I floated as close to the ceiling as I could, since people don't tend to look up, and slipped into the leftmost cargo bay.
"I don't give a damn, Carlos, we need to get out of here now. The captain sent a distress signal, and the TSAB could be here any time."
I drifted down behind some containers and started making my way towards the cargo bay doors. Hopefully they were still functioning. That would be the quickest way out of the ship. I had to get close though, since the ship's main computer wasn't functioning.
The mage's continued their bickering, but they were heading back the way I had come. I drifted up to the console next to the bay doors and accessed the system.
Then the lights cut out. The connection to the secondary generator had been cut.
And I was glowing. A bulls-eye just asking to get shot in the dark of the cargo bay.
"What the hell is that?" The mage I had marked as Carlos said.
"I dunno, his taller partner said. But I don't think it's supposed to be there."
They swung their devices, pistol shaped storage devices in this case toward me. Twin pulses of mana, one blue and the other green flashed towards me.
[Protection]
They struck my barrier, and I resolved to develop a more efficient shield at the next opportunity. The most basic Mid-style shield upon which others are built was entirely too mana intensive. And not just because I'm a bit bigger than a large marble, and the shield covers about four or five times more area than necessary.
>>Mana Storage reduced to 29%>>
>>Bay doors are opening>>
Two more shots rushed in. My form blurred away.
[Flash Move]
A white magic circle appeared beneath me as I calculated the trajectory for my next spell.
>>Disable Safety Mode>>
>>Disabling Safety Mode removes mana dispersion, increased chance of lethal injuries>>
>>Please Confirm>>
>>Confirmed, Disabling Safety Mode>>
Hopefully this would work. Disabling my Safety Mode was just hedging my bets. Safety Mode was a bit of a misnomer. Spells could always be lethal, regardless of its existence, but Safety Mode tagged spells with an extra piece of magic that caused excess mana to bleed off into the surroundings rather than be concentrated entirely on the target once things like a barrier or barrier jacket have been removed.
A high power spell, especially bombardment types could easily be using too much mana to disperse easily and kill targets that aren't well enough protected.
At my current power I was unlikely to be able to kill them even if I tried. Not that I really wanted to. The Doctor was different. He was a chain that I needed to be rid of, and he was at least mainly responsible for me being like this, whoever sent me to this previously fictional universe aside. These men were just criminals, and I didn't hold any particularly ill will towards them. I just didn't care what happened to them.
[Twin Shooter]
A pair of white balls of compressed mana appeared on either side of me and zipped towards the crewmen.
They threw themselves behind some containers and I twisted the balls to zip around the containers. Basically, I wanted them to just stay out of the way while I left.
I moved as quickly as I could out of the cargo bay and detonated the mana balls behind me. It wasn't likely to hurt the men much if at all, but hopefully they wouldn't chase me. I floated up to the top of the ship as quickly as I could and let myself drop into a divet in the cracked and scorched hull.
>>Mana storage at 21%>>
>>Charging>>
Now I needed to assess the situation and figure out a plan of action. Ideally the new contact from the dimensional transfer would be TSAB. If they weren't, I could be in some trouble.