Mewter
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“The pressurized door refuses to open!” The metallic man said through gritted teeth.
“I refuse to hear anymore of this needless complaining, 23,” his partner said. “Stand back. And consolidate your protective equalizer.”
Alan did as he was told, and released the nanobots from his suit suited for the job, making sure to keep a great amount of distance from the door, knowing he couldn’t take much more. After all, he was only half robot. “41% capacity” his nanobots whispered in their frenzy of a dance around him. He and 24 had gone through a lot together in the past 7 hours, going deep into the night just to stay alive. His friends 42 and 57 had both died, or more correctly, broken down back some ways in the Labyrinth. Now they were in this rather roomy chrome-plated room, which was probably where military A-tanks and Satellite Deflection Lasers were stored in the last war. But for now, the room was scarcely lit, so there was no shine to the room. Desks, papers, and equipment lay everywhere, giving the feeling that everything had just been dropped in one go, without any hesitation. It was as if everyone had just… vanished. Alan shuddered.
Alan was a rather skinny boy, about 15, born from the birth chambers at Houston, Texas, where all soldiers were made. Practically a super soldier, he was immune to all types of poisons and disease, as well as anything less powerful than 30 caliber bullets, due to his genetic makeup and astounding carrying capacity for nanobots, which proved to be his greatest weapon yet. In addition to this, he had the calculational powers of a 2202 processor. But, he had one fatal flaw: he was still human, where as 24 was a different story altogether.
24 Se-DA was an intelligent robot manufactured some 45 years ago as part of the CHIP program. 24 was also a war hero. Being designed as the best of its time, it fought and added to itself extensively over time, more than expanding its power thousand-fold from its original status, as well as upgrading its energy source from uranium to 6 dimensional motion-burning. Collecting parts from defeated enemies, it became a truly feared robot, running solo missions for the Solar Order, and succeeding. Being very heavily built, though, it was expected that it would be a bit slow.
Alan watched as 24 tore at the door, shredding it to shards of silver shrapnel in mere seconds. Finally, 24 reached the core of the metal structure, and put a hand against the door. A faint humming started up, emanating from the hand, which was a pulsing high-energy blur. Finally, under the heat of 24’s hand, the door’s core exploded, sending meta-titanium junk flying everywhere. 24’s hand returned to normal.
“Nobody was ever supposed to come here,” 24 explained. Alan nodded.” What amazing power,” he thought, astounded by 24’s feat.
The two proceeded through a dark corridor, which was presumed to be composed of chrome as well as some traces of a radiation-killing metal of some consequence to Alan, whose power dropped to 35% from the sudden loss of energy. “Why does it do this?” he contemplated. Possibly it was because of the metal around him. Oh well. There were more important things to be worrying about, such as that huge door up ahead. Huge doors weren’t good.
The door had a blast mark, or should we say charred dent, in the side of the door. It didn’t seem very secure at all. “Maybe they ran out of meta-titanium,” Alan thought to himself.
24 kept walking, while Alan stopped out of fear for his own safety.
“It’s here,” Alan said. “Is the device hidden here?”
24 responded with a backward nod. That is, the robot didn’t look back.
As the pair descended down a set of metal stairs, Alan smelled the faint odor of gas leaking as if an injured machine had already been through here…
The two reached level ground, and continued toward light source in the distance, no more than 40 meters away. Alan’s pace quickened, as he struggled to keep up with 24. “Oh well,” he thought. “That’s what you get when you work with robots, and especially this robot.” 24 and Alan reached the light 7 seconds later, the only sound the clanking sound of their feet on the metal floor. The two stepped through.
It was extremely large.
The entire room was in the shape of a cylinder, with offices such as the one they passed earlier on the sides, inside the walls, with large windows made of a special material to keep radiation away. “Better not get too close to those” he thought.
Alan and 24 walked toward the center of the chamber, where a figure was standing.
“Welcome,” it said in a static voice. “it seems I have arrived at our rendezvous point before my comrades.”
Of course. It was 42.
And the robot was holding an ever-changing blob which shone in a wide variety of spectrums. He had the Catalyst.
He had the hypercube.
“Okay, 42!”Alan shouted. He was relieved, but a bit startled by 42’s appearance. Hadn’t 42 died back there in the security room? What was happening? Alan continued, “You can give 24 the cube, now. We need to be extremely careful with it.”
“Careful?” the robot asked, as if the thought had not occurred at all, or as if the word was alien. “Careful? Careful!?” 42 echoed once again. “I no longer need to be careful. I no longer need you.”
“Yeah, care- Wait. WHAT!?” Alan said, shocked. It looked like it was going to turn into one of those scenarios in which the one in power lost control and reasoning, throwing away all thoughts and logic in exchange for sheer strength.
“Even though I may not be this group’s leader,” Alan continued, “I demand you hand that over to me. I have the canister.” Alan didn’t want a fight. Not here. Not now.
“Act according to plan, 42,” 24 said. “There is no sense in your current choice, no matter how tempting it may be. There is no need for an extinction to happen again.”
“You forget I am the one in control here,” 42 said calmly, holding the hypercube with both hands. “Using this hypercube and your spare parts after I am done with you, I shall reverse engineer this wonder and lift myself into the higher dimensions, and expand my horizons of control. I shall be unstoppable! What else is there to do other than create my own perfect design, born from my power!”
“You sound like a nut-job,” Alan said, using one of his favorite human terms meaning idiot. “Our original mission was to reverse engineer the cube and use its power to give the humans, after we bring them back, quicker-than-light-travel! Besides, this hypercube isn’t…. natural.”
A tiny nanobots probe flew over and touched the hypercube. It vanished. Suddenly, a nanobots appeared 3 feet from the cube and touched it, vanishing in the process.
“We must stop you,” Alan whispered. “Maybe…”he supposed.
Alan sent the information to 24. The robot confirmed it. Yes, it was the only way.
There was fear in 42’s eyes. “What exactly..?”
Suddenly, every door and entrance in the Antarctic base was closed shut. A lockdown alarm initiated. Force fields sprung up in between every wall. Then, Alan charged his 35 percent, draining matter from his surroundings as he did so, making popping sounds. The light around them warped. 24 did alike. Soon, the entire facility was swirling in a mass of light.
“Sorry,” Alan cried out. Tears flew from his eyes. He braced himself.
And they shot.
Into infinity…
Words: 1,285
That took a while, and I managed to finish it before the deadline. Comments and constructive criticism would be appreciated. I am working on fixing some grammatical errors.
Edit: I see the word limit was 2000. Awesome. I thought it was 1000.
“I refuse to hear anymore of this needless complaining, 23,” his partner said. “Stand back. And consolidate your protective equalizer.”
Alan did as he was told, and released the nanobots from his suit suited for the job, making sure to keep a great amount of distance from the door, knowing he couldn’t take much more. After all, he was only half robot. “41% capacity” his nanobots whispered in their frenzy of a dance around him. He and 24 had gone through a lot together in the past 7 hours, going deep into the night just to stay alive. His friends 42 and 57 had both died, or more correctly, broken down back some ways in the Labyrinth. Now they were in this rather roomy chrome-plated room, which was probably where military A-tanks and Satellite Deflection Lasers were stored in the last war. But for now, the room was scarcely lit, so there was no shine to the room. Desks, papers, and equipment lay everywhere, giving the feeling that everything had just been dropped in one go, without any hesitation. It was as if everyone had just… vanished. Alan shuddered.
Alan was a rather skinny boy, about 15, born from the birth chambers at Houston, Texas, where all soldiers were made. Practically a super soldier, he was immune to all types of poisons and disease, as well as anything less powerful than 30 caliber bullets, due to his genetic makeup and astounding carrying capacity for nanobots, which proved to be his greatest weapon yet. In addition to this, he had the calculational powers of a 2202 processor. But, he had one fatal flaw: he was still human, where as 24 was a different story altogether.
24 Se-DA was an intelligent robot manufactured some 45 years ago as part of the CHIP program. 24 was also a war hero. Being designed as the best of its time, it fought and added to itself extensively over time, more than expanding its power thousand-fold from its original status, as well as upgrading its energy source from uranium to 6 dimensional motion-burning. Collecting parts from defeated enemies, it became a truly feared robot, running solo missions for the Solar Order, and succeeding. Being very heavily built, though, it was expected that it would be a bit slow.
Alan watched as 24 tore at the door, shredding it to shards of silver shrapnel in mere seconds. Finally, 24 reached the core of the metal structure, and put a hand against the door. A faint humming started up, emanating from the hand, which was a pulsing high-energy blur. Finally, under the heat of 24’s hand, the door’s core exploded, sending meta-titanium junk flying everywhere. 24’s hand returned to normal.
“Nobody was ever supposed to come here,” 24 explained. Alan nodded.” What amazing power,” he thought, astounded by 24’s feat.
The two proceeded through a dark corridor, which was presumed to be composed of chrome as well as some traces of a radiation-killing metal of some consequence to Alan, whose power dropped to 35% from the sudden loss of energy. “Why does it do this?” he contemplated. Possibly it was because of the metal around him. Oh well. There were more important things to be worrying about, such as that huge door up ahead. Huge doors weren’t good.
The door had a blast mark, or should we say charred dent, in the side of the door. It didn’t seem very secure at all. “Maybe they ran out of meta-titanium,” Alan thought to himself.
24 kept walking, while Alan stopped out of fear for his own safety.
“It’s here,” Alan said. “Is the device hidden here?”
24 responded with a backward nod. That is, the robot didn’t look back.
As the pair descended down a set of metal stairs, Alan smelled the faint odor of gas leaking as if an injured machine had already been through here…
The two reached level ground, and continued toward light source in the distance, no more than 40 meters away. Alan’s pace quickened, as he struggled to keep up with 24. “Oh well,” he thought. “That’s what you get when you work with robots, and especially this robot.” 24 and Alan reached the light 7 seconds later, the only sound the clanking sound of their feet on the metal floor. The two stepped through.
It was extremely large.
The entire room was in the shape of a cylinder, with offices such as the one they passed earlier on the sides, inside the walls, with large windows made of a special material to keep radiation away. “Better not get too close to those” he thought.
Alan and 24 walked toward the center of the chamber, where a figure was standing.
“Welcome,” it said in a static voice. “it seems I have arrived at our rendezvous point before my comrades.”
Of course. It was 42.
And the robot was holding an ever-changing blob which shone in a wide variety of spectrums. He had the Catalyst.
He had the hypercube.
“Okay, 42!”Alan shouted. He was relieved, but a bit startled by 42’s appearance. Hadn’t 42 died back there in the security room? What was happening? Alan continued, “You can give 24 the cube, now. We need to be extremely careful with it.”
“Careful?” the robot asked, as if the thought had not occurred at all, or as if the word was alien. “Careful? Careful!?” 42 echoed once again. “I no longer need to be careful. I no longer need you.”
“Yeah, care- Wait. WHAT!?” Alan said, shocked. It looked like it was going to turn into one of those scenarios in which the one in power lost control and reasoning, throwing away all thoughts and logic in exchange for sheer strength.
“Even though I may not be this group’s leader,” Alan continued, “I demand you hand that over to me. I have the canister.” Alan didn’t want a fight. Not here. Not now.
“Act according to plan, 42,” 24 said. “There is no sense in your current choice, no matter how tempting it may be. There is no need for an extinction to happen again.”
“You forget I am the one in control here,” 42 said calmly, holding the hypercube with both hands. “Using this hypercube and your spare parts after I am done with you, I shall reverse engineer this wonder and lift myself into the higher dimensions, and expand my horizons of control. I shall be unstoppable! What else is there to do other than create my own perfect design, born from my power!”
“You sound like a nut-job,” Alan said, using one of his favorite human terms meaning idiot. “Our original mission was to reverse engineer the cube and use its power to give the humans, after we bring them back, quicker-than-light-travel! Besides, this hypercube isn’t…. natural.”
A tiny nanobots probe flew over and touched the hypercube. It vanished. Suddenly, a nanobots appeared 3 feet from the cube and touched it, vanishing in the process.
“We must stop you,” Alan whispered. “Maybe…”he supposed.
Alan sent the information to 24. The robot confirmed it. Yes, it was the only way.
There was fear in 42’s eyes. “What exactly..?”
Suddenly, every door and entrance in the Antarctic base was closed shut. A lockdown alarm initiated. Force fields sprung up in between every wall. Then, Alan charged his 35 percent, draining matter from his surroundings as he did so, making popping sounds. The light around them warped. 24 did alike. Soon, the entire facility was swirling in a mass of light.
“Sorry,” Alan cried out. Tears flew from his eyes. He braced himself.
And they shot.
Into infinity…
Words: 1,285
That took a while, and I managed to finish it before the deadline. Comments and constructive criticism would be appreciated. I am working on fixing some grammatical errors.
Edit: I see the word limit was 2000. Awesome. I thought it was 1000.