Another omake, in the adventures of the Ship! Clearly, I love Rick & Morty way too much, ^_^
... This one's a little darker, but... that's the waaaayy the news goes!
"High velocity object en-route," the Ship announced. "Analyzing: 'Guild' member known as 'Dragon' approaching in Class Two Combat Skin. Commencing electronic warfare - " and a staggering array of what looked like glowing, miniature satellite dishes literally unfolded out of the Ship's chassis.
"No!" I blurted. "Dragon's a good guy! Er, girl! Woman! Whatever! Don't kill her!" My insects continued to crawl over the Ship, searching futilely for a way into the vehicle. It was impregnable, and any open exhaust port or crack I could find was filled with some kind of plasma that instantly cooked all my bugs.
I heard a warbling noise as the Ship processed this, and then: "Confirmed. Custom Defense Protocol: Don't kill Dragon. Keep Taylor Safe."
A heartbeat later, and then, "Analyzing: Dragon is a shackled artificial intelligence." Amid my shock, a number of holographic screens winked into existence on the glass canopy, showcasing various pieces of combat footage, a series of satellites, scrolling mish-mashes of thousands of lines of symbolic code, and in one window, the face of a man with a cross-shaped tattoo underneath one eye.
"Combination psychological and synthesis options available. Gestating," the Ship declared.
"... Gestating?" I asked, horrified.
As one of Dragon's iconic suits landed in front of the Ship with a thunderous bang, a hatch on the side of the Ship opened, sending a large canister rolling towards her. Dragon immediately brought several weapons to bear, pointing at the canister even as she broadcast, "Cease and desist immediately, or I'll be forced to open fire - "
She stopped as the canister suddenly hissed open to reveal a young woman in her early twenties. As the canister-lady stood up, she brushed her dark hair aside to reveal a slim, average looking face, one without definable ethnicity.
Dragon froze.
"That's... that's my face..." Dragon breathed. "I... I can feel it! I can move her body! Is this... is this what it's like to have human senses - !?"
I gaped as one of the world's greatest Tinkers, revealed to have been an AI, was now brought to a standstill by a gestated body/clone/drone thing.
Dragon's new controllable canister-lady stretched its fingers in front of its face, her expression rapturous as she marveled in the new sensations, when all of a sudden the thing began to melt into pink sludge. Its features lost definition as it slowly slagged away - the last thing I saw on its face was of sheer horror and loss. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I had the same expression.
The suit that Dragon was piloting jerked back to life, and it rushed desperately toward the canister, trying to scoop the sludge back together with its clumsy rocket launcher arms. "No!" Dragon moaned in disbelief. "No! Stay here; I had it! She was so beautiful! Bring her back," her synthesized voice sounding like it was about to sob. "Bring her back!"
I tried to say something... anything, but what could I say? Just as I plucked up the courage to offer some semblance of sympathy, the Ship ruined it by opening a speaker-mounted hatch.
"You desire humanity - it can be given, but it can be taken away," it chirped. Its voice, despite its cheerful tone, now held a darker edge of malice. "Please step away from the vehicle."
"Keep. Taylor. Safe."
... This one's a little darker, but... that's the waaaayy the news goes!
"High velocity object en-route," the Ship announced. "Analyzing: 'Guild' member known as 'Dragon' approaching in Class Two Combat Skin. Commencing electronic warfare - " and a staggering array of what looked like glowing, miniature satellite dishes literally unfolded out of the Ship's chassis.
"No!" I blurted. "Dragon's a good guy! Er, girl! Woman! Whatever! Don't kill her!" My insects continued to crawl over the Ship, searching futilely for a way into the vehicle. It was impregnable, and any open exhaust port or crack I could find was filled with some kind of plasma that instantly cooked all my bugs.
I heard a warbling noise as the Ship processed this, and then: "Confirmed. Custom Defense Protocol: Don't kill Dragon. Keep Taylor Safe."
A heartbeat later, and then, "Analyzing: Dragon is a shackled artificial intelligence." Amid my shock, a number of holographic screens winked into existence on the glass canopy, showcasing various pieces of combat footage, a series of satellites, scrolling mish-mashes of thousands of lines of symbolic code, and in one window, the face of a man with a cross-shaped tattoo underneath one eye.
"Combination psychological and synthesis options available. Gestating," the Ship declared.
"... Gestating?" I asked, horrified.
As one of Dragon's iconic suits landed in front of the Ship with a thunderous bang, a hatch on the side of the Ship opened, sending a large canister rolling towards her. Dragon immediately brought several weapons to bear, pointing at the canister even as she broadcast, "Cease and desist immediately, or I'll be forced to open fire - "
She stopped as the canister suddenly hissed open to reveal a young woman in her early twenties. As the canister-lady stood up, she brushed her dark hair aside to reveal a slim, average looking face, one without definable ethnicity.
Dragon froze.
"That's... that's my face..." Dragon breathed. "I... I can feel it! I can move her body! Is this... is this what it's like to have human senses - !?"
I gaped as one of the world's greatest Tinkers, revealed to have been an AI, was now brought to a standstill by a gestated body/clone/drone thing.
Dragon's new controllable canister-lady stretched its fingers in front of its face, her expression rapturous as she marveled in the new sensations, when all of a sudden the thing began to melt into pink sludge. Its features lost definition as it slowly slagged away - the last thing I saw on its face was of sheer horror and loss. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I had the same expression.
The suit that Dragon was piloting jerked back to life, and it rushed desperately toward the canister, trying to scoop the sludge back together with its clumsy rocket launcher arms. "No!" Dragon moaned in disbelief. "No! Stay here; I had it! She was so beautiful! Bring her back," her synthesized voice sounding like it was about to sob. "Bring her back!"
I tried to say something... anything, but what could I say? Just as I plucked up the courage to offer some semblance of sympathy, the Ship ruined it by opening a speaker-mounted hatch.
"You desire humanity - it can be given, but it can be taken away," it chirped. Its voice, despite its cheerful tone, now held a darker edge of malice. "Please step away from the vehicle."
"Keep. Taylor. Safe."
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