Kazimov: Great Warrior

Uberius Majore 4412

"Ah shit,shit shit" Tim kept repeating to himself.

"What the hell, the fuck. Christ sake someone explain."

"Hello, stranger I am the artificial intellgence. of the Cargo Ship 6699."

"You are a goddamn computer? I need a drink or something."

"A drink you ask, this Ship contains one ration of water. Would you want me to synthesize from our ships synthesizer storage."

Kaz took a step back and thought to himself and replied back "What is a synthesizer?" "Have you not read the captain manual?"

"Fuck the captains manual tell me whatever the hell that is"

"Sure, a synthesizer is a storage device which contains items by breaking the particular item down into small molecules then reforming when needed for use." Again Kaz put his hand on his head and tried to comprehend what the hell that meant.

"Ahh I kinda understand a little, like this much." Kazimov made a very very small gap between his fingers just small enough to where you though the hole was shut.

"Since clearly who have not read your manual I will give you a brief layout sheme of this cargo ship. Where you are standing now is the cargo hold which contains two benches which can hold about 40 people, also containing one synthesizer for storage use of course. There is a drop gate and the end of the ship, and at the oppsite end is the control station where you can fly the craft or set up autopilot which is on now. In the same room is the ships dashboard contols and a cleaning station to wash off and heal all wounds. Any other questions?"

"You said the synthesizer stores items correct?"

"Yes, would you like to see the ship's contents?"

"Yes, I would pleased and by the way you can call me Kaz if you want or can." "Alright Kaz, I'm checking the data of the ship... Results show three rations of MRE, two rations of water packs, a stealth black combat hoodie, and a medium heavy white and black standard fleet vest."

"Umm yea ok can you explain what that fleet vest thing is?"

"A standard fleet vest is an equivalent to a bullet proof vest from Earth Kaz, only a little strong due to the difference in resources to manufacture both."

"Ahh thanks, just one last thing."

"What is that Kaz?"

"What should I call you, I think you need a name so since you are an A.I I'll call you Alice."

"A name? Alice, sure Kazimov sure."

Kaz still comprehending what the hell was going on. Who was he really the question Timothy or Kazimov. To be completely honest Tim thought Kazimov was a bad ass name. He had questions he couldn't find out now, soon, or later. He got up from the bench he had sat on and went to a mirror. Kaz was about 5 feet 6 inches, had a slim body, had dark brown curly only when long hair, and dark brown eyes.

He thought to himself "What the hell is a Glacian." As soon as he said that Kaz turned ever so slightly to his right and saw what to be a gray wolf tail coming out of his lower back.

"Ahh! Holy shit what the fuck why do I have a tail!?" Kazimov yelled in shock.

Alice responds "Your tail is a feature of all Glacians which symbolizes their wolf ancestors. The tail of a Glaciamov n is vital to their life, if in any way amputated off of their body death will occur slowly and painfully."

"Ahhh, ok ok thank you Alice."

"No problem Kaz my pleasure."

"Well at least its a kickass tail at least. There is just so much to my race I don't understand yet."