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Apparently, there was some sort of new bio/psyche weapons program we didn't know about, that had been in development at a nearby research facility, and of course whatever the fuck it was had got out in an uncontrolled fashion on family day.
Gusto came running down a corridor shouting various curses in rapid Spanish at the top of his lungs.
One of my buddies turned around from a corner with a knife stuck in him, looking really confused. He looked at me, opened his mouth, blood came out, he collapsed, and behind him stood a little kid with a blank expression on his face. Then the kid looked at me and smiled.
Then I was running down hallways with a smoking-hot female scientist wearing a red blouse under a white overcoat and vivid red lipstick. She kept putting her ID card up to automated door locks and the doors kept getting bigger and more mechanistic. She was very concerned, and from what little I could collect, we were facing a sentient GAI-scale outbreak, that it had something to do with the neuroplasticity of children's developing brain structure, they didn't expect or foresee the effect, it must have took control of one of the kid's minds and used it to access some kind of networked interface and broke out. She went on and on talking all this sci-fi shit describing it, like "it's general event response time measured in the millions of a nanosecond fraction," "it's several million orders of magnitude more intelligent than a single average human." Yada yada yada etc etc she wouldn't shut up. "We must isolate it." Blah blah blah "The complete history of our species is now threatened." FUCK OKAY I GET IT.
Then we came to the big MECH H7 door and my heart started pumping. I had never been inside a MECHANIZED hangar before. I just watched a kid straightup knife a dude and only now I was beginning to realize shit was getting real.
She opened the door, it was loud and made an alarm and there were red flashing lights. It was a service entrance or something, narrow path, below through chain links I could see a ton of people scrambling around in chaos, then up a metal ladder, she went first and she was wearing a short dress skirt and panty hose so obviously THAT ASS.
She gave me a small little black metal thing, and I stuck it into my left HDMI skull port. Then I could hear her in my head. She kept telling me to hurry up.
She led me to a room and holy shit look at all the fucking walking tank mechs. Big fucking anime robots holy shit is this real life.
Then there was a big guy. As soon as I saw his rank my shoulders straightened, and I put my chin back in attention. He asked my rank and specialty. I told him. He said something like "Iron sights, good" and told me to fall in. He told "Hot Tits" to report to communications. She made a pissy face at the name-calling but didn't argue with a ranking officer.
There was a long line of soldiers, some still in their underwear. I was in a jumpsuit. They kept frantically motioning and shouting at us to keep moving. Then I came to a platform, and some technician types told me to lose the suit. So I dropped ‘trow and they turned me around and smeared something like Vaseline on me from my neck, down my back, and stopped a little ways just above my ass crack. Then they turned me around and shouted to keep moving. So I did. |