19-01-2004, 12:12
Not long ago the project began, just before the Neutronic Bomb being developed. Everyone was excited, including me. No one could believe it was possible to give a cybernetic droid the ability to be Sentient, let alone think for itself. It would be a new step in technological advancement, a new step in how Man shared his gift from God with a robotic creation.
Somehow we all knew that a nightmare could have been unleashed, yet it was known throughout the facility whom created the CPU for the new robotic droid. It was the Chief Socialist President himself, the big man, the guy who controlled it all with the citizens approval. He personally asked to design it, and he personally sent in the specs. It would turn out later that what he had drawn out would become more of a blessing then just his two-cents in the matter.
Soon, however, it would come to a state of Secrecy for the first time in the History of Nodea Rudav. For the first time The People were never informed. For the First time all laws were broken. For the first time, it was soon clear we had created one of the most amazing machines a Man could possibly devise, for the soul purpose of saving the lives that could of killed it.
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Chapter One: One step too early, yet one step too far.
"Sensor sweep negative, sir," complied ED-200 in the middle of the barren desert of Rudavia, "The object in question cannot be detected." His robotic voice was calm, yet firm, in its speech, designed specificly to both get the point through yet cause no fear while doing it. "Interesting that the Microwave Satellite sent back a false signal," thought out-loud Thomas Ha'Goth, the Chief Socialist President of Nodea Rudav, "They designed the Microwave intensity to converge with pulses for accurate readings....ED-200, check on the pulse sensors, that should overide any possible interference." With a turn of its upper body far to the left, ED-200 began making a silent rhythmic sound like that of drums being beaten. It had a hum to it, a soothing hum, yet Thomas knew it was the microwave's pulses being sent through the air at just above where a human could hear.
"Detected object due East, Alexandri, shall I call for back-up?" Thomas shook his head, "Still calling me by my middle name, eh? Heh, well, lets put a negative on the backup for now, ED. I want to investigate this myself." ED-200 turned his lower body to match the direction of his upper, in a motion so smooth his entire upper body seemed to not move, as if suspended. With one raise of the leg extensions for higher body elevation, ED-200 began to walk forward, but not without his say in an illogical decision by his creator. "Sir, it would be wise to have better backup for a human of your status," ED-200's robotic voice said, "Are you sure your decision was correct?" Thomas nodded as he walked beside ED, even though his steps couln't follow the Enforcer Droids he could keep the pace, "Your all the help I need, ED, so stop nagging my decisions."
ED-200 replied with an "Affirmitive" as they continued through the dry lake-bed desert of Rudavia.
The B-1B Lancer nicknamed Dark Falcon was assigned to scouting duties, the crew of four watching some equipment obviously not made for a bomber, yet placed in this one anyway. "Timith," pilot Denri Gogarth started to the Radar Officer, "Whats on them screen' you got there? Anything out of ordinary?" For a moment silence took hold of the cockpit Comm Channel as Timith Venar scanned the station panel, "Na, just some old airliners from them outside nations gettin' good and easy flyin' through Rudav." After a second or two, the pilot replied, "Roger," getting back to his duties of maintaining Dark Falcon's course for the site.
More coming soon
Somehow we all knew that a nightmare could have been unleashed, yet it was known throughout the facility whom created the CPU for the new robotic droid. It was the Chief Socialist President himself, the big man, the guy who controlled it all with the citizens approval. He personally asked to design it, and he personally sent in the specs. It would turn out later that what he had drawn out would become more of a blessing then just his two-cents in the matter.
Soon, however, it would come to a state of Secrecy for the first time in the History of Nodea Rudav. For the first time The People were never informed. For the First time all laws were broken. For the first time, it was soon clear we had created one of the most amazing machines a Man could possibly devise, for the soul purpose of saving the lives that could of killed it.
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Chapter One: One step too early, yet one step too far.
"Sensor sweep negative, sir," complied ED-200 in the middle of the barren desert of Rudavia, "The object in question cannot be detected." His robotic voice was calm, yet firm, in its speech, designed specificly to both get the point through yet cause no fear while doing it. "Interesting that the Microwave Satellite sent back a false signal," thought out-loud Thomas Ha'Goth, the Chief Socialist President of Nodea Rudav, "They designed the Microwave intensity to converge with pulses for accurate readings....ED-200, check on the pulse sensors, that should overide any possible interference." With a turn of its upper body far to the left, ED-200 began making a silent rhythmic sound like that of drums being beaten. It had a hum to it, a soothing hum, yet Thomas knew it was the microwave's pulses being sent through the air at just above where a human could hear.
"Detected object due East, Alexandri, shall I call for back-up?" Thomas shook his head, "Still calling me by my middle name, eh? Heh, well, lets put a negative on the backup for now, ED. I want to investigate this myself." ED-200 turned his lower body to match the direction of his upper, in a motion so smooth his entire upper body seemed to not move, as if suspended. With one raise of the leg extensions for higher body elevation, ED-200 began to walk forward, but not without his say in an illogical decision by his creator. "Sir, it would be wise to have better backup for a human of your status," ED-200's robotic voice said, "Are you sure your decision was correct?" Thomas nodded as he walked beside ED, even though his steps couln't follow the Enforcer Droids he could keep the pace, "Your all the help I need, ED, so stop nagging my decisions."
ED-200 replied with an "Affirmitive" as they continued through the dry lake-bed desert of Rudavia.
The B-1B Lancer nicknamed Dark Falcon was assigned to scouting duties, the crew of four watching some equipment obviously not made for a bomber, yet placed in this one anyway. "Timith," pilot Denri Gogarth started to the Radar Officer, "Whats on them screen' you got there? Anything out of ordinary?" For a moment silence took hold of the cockpit Comm Channel as Timith Venar scanned the station panel, "Na, just some old airliners from them outside nations gettin' good and easy flyin' through Rudav." After a second or two, the pilot replied, "Roger," getting back to his duties of maintaining Dark Falcon's course for the site.
More coming soon