It came at midnight. A flash of gold darted through the hallways of the research building, its boots making almost no sound against the linoleum flooring. The golden being read the labels of each room it passed. Artificial Intelligence. Psychology. Break Room. It finally stopped at a door labeled Nanobot Development.
Inside, a pair of scientists were finishing the evening trials. They had done it. They created self-replicating nanobots. Those microscopic machines could take minuscule resources from the air, like dust, lint and other irritants and materials, break them down into the component parts, and rebuild them into new nanobots. The nanobots could then build complex structures out of themselves, whatever the person programming them could dream of. The scientists were confident that their breakthrough would usher in the future of nanotech. They were already thinking of ideas, like cancer therapy and cheaper production of inorganic resources, when the lights in the laboratory shut off.
"Go check the fuses." the senior of the two said. The younger member jogged off towards the circuit breaker. He opened the breaker and saw that the fuses were destroyed. He was about to call his partner over, but the visage of a mask and a burning red blade appeared in his vision, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream of horror.
"Hank?" The other scientist called into the darkness. She steeled herself and grabbed the nearest thing she could use as a weapon. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned, but nothing was there. Running to the circuit breaker, she saw Hank on the floor. Fearing the worst, she checked his neck. Good. He still had a pulse. Unconscious, not dead. Dragging her partner to a chair and desk, she propped him up in the chair and left him sleeping on the desk. Maybe he had been shocked, she thought. She was about to return to the set up when she heard whistling. It sounded familiar, but in the darkness, everything was unearthly and evil. The whistling stopped, cutting off the final note of whatever song was being used against the scientist, and she turned around.
A thing from a nightmare stood before her. A featureless face, bulky chest and shoulders, wings and tail, and a huge sword glowing red in its hand. The scientist steadied her screwdriver.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She asked. That late at night, internal security was not there at the building since it was impenetrable from the ground. She looked again, and it clicked. The wings. Oh. That's why, she thought when the creature spoke.
"None of your concern, Miss." the thing paused as it fingered her ID badge. "Janet? As for what I want, I want your nanotech. Specifically, the codes for it." the creature said, a strange accent on its voice.
"N- no, you can't have it." Janet stammered. "It's for the good of the world."
"Pity. I didn't want to do this again." the creature sighed. Janet realized that it was a mask when its eyes flashed orange. Janet slumped to the floor, completely unconscious like Hank.
Dragonus pulled the unconscious lady away from the spot where she fell and moved her to another table, where she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He rubbed his hands together.
"Now, if I were a flash drive with encrypted codes on controlling self replicating nanobots, where would I be?" He mused to himself.
" Check the computers, wiseguy, " Vorath said inside his head.
"I wasn't asking you, it was rhetorical... never mind." Dragonus resigned. He had this same discussion with his kwami everytime he said something similar to that. He did check the computers and, lo and behold, it was there.
" You're welcome, " Vorath said.
"Something actually helpful, please?" Dragonus asked. "Computer codes aren't superpowers."
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