If you have a good idea, go right ahead I don't know Yayoi all that well.
Shinji's probably going to go to Anika next.... They've blundered about and they aren't sure whether they've done the right thing or not, but at least his head's in the real world... while Anika shows him some of the cooler things AI's can do.
Meanwhile. Non-canon boredom aliviation moment because I had to write a little bit of action. Random J Fen knows Jet and Anika have Shinji..... knows their fandoms. This appears on interwave forum soon after.
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Shinji's probably going to go to Anika next.... They've blundered about and they aren't sure whether they've done the right thing or not, but at least his head's in the real world... while Anika shows him some of the cooler things AI's can do.
Meanwhile. Non-canon boredom aliviation moment because I had to write a little bit of action. Random J Fen knows Jet and Anika have Shinji..... knows their fandoms. This appears on interwave forum soon after.
Quote:“C’mon Shinji, answer me.”________________________________
The red-framed Astray loomed over the fallen form of the 105X. It’s rifle had gone flying in the impact, most of the cockpit armour buckled by a hard hit.
“That was a hell of a kick... maybe he was knocked unconscious.” Anika suggested.
Moving like liquid, the 105 gripped on tight to the Astray’s arm with both hands. Jet felt herself smirk.
“He’s awake.”
One solid boot to the chest tore the limb free and sent the lighter mech flying. Sparks sprayed out as red hydraulic oil jetted out into the sand. The crowd cheered at the sudden comeback.
“Um..... there’s something wrong. Power output from the engines is going offscale high..... the generator safety limiters are disengaging.”
The 105X took to the air, boosters screaming and kicking up dust from the arena floor. It seemed to hang from its jets, body limp and organic. Air currents swirled over its head forming a halo glowing with the arena lights.
“What? That’s impossible.”
The wounded Astray tried to raise its rifle.Three snapshots spat out. Computers determined that they never even got close to the jinking 105X. The 105 flipped itself through the air, leading into a flying kick with both of its feet. The Astray was driven into the ground as the 105X landed hard on top of it.
A foot stomped on the rifle. Capacitors burst apart and shorted, sending shrapnel flying.
“I’ve lost the uplink, I’m trying to re-initialise.”
The Astray fired its jets in desperation, boosting back away from the 105X. The 105X roared after it with berserk fury. Spectators whooped. The commentators went ecstatic. It was all part of the show, wasn’t it?
“Get it back. Get me Shinji’s telemetry.”
The Astray tried to defend itself with its vibroblade. The 105X crashed right into it, ramming home with a shocking brutality. The crowd stopped cheering as both machines smashed into the ground once more, the buzzing blade flying off before landing nearly a kilometre away.
“You don’t think?”
The Astray’s engines were crushed by the landing. It raised its remaining arm, trying to grab at the 105X’s head. With a wrench of metal and crackling composites snapping like bones the 105X twisted the arm off at the elbow before throwing it free.
“I don’t know.”
The spectators watching over the video screens had gone quiet. This was way beyond a ‘match’ now. This was brutal... this was visceral. This was terrifying. Was that thing under control?
Was the pilot doing it on purpose?
“I can’t get cockpit view, the camera’s offline. I’ve got audio.”
The music. A peal of violins collapsing down into a malevolent march of brass, stomping and heaving like a monster. Jet Jaguar’s face visibly blanched.... she recognised the tune immediately.
“I’m getting telemetry. I’ve got telemetry from the computers.” Anika was almost breathless. “It’s....”
“What?”
“It’s awakened!” She yelled.
“What? That’s impossible!” Jet repeated.
“Well she did warn us that the cores were unstable,” Anika reminded her.
“But it’s never caused a problem before!”
The Astray rolled out from underneath, using a pair of head-mounted vulcan cannons to give it a chance to escape. Armless, it wasn’t going to do much good, but it might not get smashed.
“There’s a ghost line in the core!”
Jet’s blood ran cold. Anika was panting.
“Command override, emergency shutdown. Cut the hard links to the Strike pack.”
The keyboard beneath Anika’s fingers chattered as she worked. The 105X pounced on the damaged Astray before it could make a good escape, driving it to the ground once more.
“No response.”
“Then force eject the pilot, we have to stop it.”
The 105X hunched down over its wounded target, pinning the wreck in place with its shield before drawing it’s free arm back for the final punch. The Astray’s pilot transmitted his surrender.
“It’s rejecting external commands. I can’t.... it just won’t answer.”
Everyone in the booth was staring at them. Nobody breathed. Jet grit her teeth, already moving to bolt out the bunker door. That Astray Pilot would die.
A moment later the 105X stopped itself before it could deliver what would obviously have been a fatal blow. It stood itself fully upright before returning to a rest position with its arms by its side.
Jet stopped. “What happened?”
“Answering shutdown command,” Anika said. Her voice was utterly drained of energy.
The 105X stood, apparently inert.The crowd watching over video links were unsure whether to cheer a victory, or cheer the fact that the Astray pilot was safely clambering out of his cockpit and making a run for it. The blue and white mech loomed, engines still whining as they powered down.
The word ‘berserker’ was on more than a few people’s lips.
The radio panel beeped a moment later. Both shared a glance at each other. It beeped again, demanding attention.
Jet opened the channel.
An animated girl in a green school uniform, with a bust that was clearly unnatural. Her hair was cut straight as an arrow, with a single parting above bright, blue expressive eyes.
“Oh no.” Jet murmured. She recognised the art style immediately.....
“Hi there!” the animate girl announced, her voice cheery as a cherry ontop of a sundae. “Sorry about scaring everyone like that but I just had to make sure my little man inside me here,...” A little pink heart popped up beside her onscreen, before bursting. “....Wasn’t going to get hurt. He overheated himself, but he should make a full recovery.”
She wore an ecchi-smirk, winking at all present as she clutched an image of an sleeping animé shinji to her chest.
“Who’s this then?” Anika asked, a soft blush heating her cheeks.
“Oh right. I’m Isaka Minagata. I’m an Artificial Intelligence.”
“Isaka?”
“Aw shit,” Jet said. She was going to catch hell for it.
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