[DATA GATHERED FROM 3071 10.26. /10:00-3071 10 27 /2:00]
It was never going to work.
The workers knew that most of them would die.
But this situation, the unfairness, enraged them.
They were being mauled just for existing, they did no sin.
But here they were, first the disassembly drones and then the machines, the very machine that consumed hell to its core, leaving nothing behind in their lust for blood.
Most of the WDF were civilians, compared to the machines. And the rest were mere students, set to 17~20 years in maturity.
All of them were confined within the very complex that Hell and the Solver, two otherworldly forces trying to break through.
It was Earth all over again, with humans replaced by sentient robots trying to hold a piece of their cherished world only to be shattered by their oblivion.
Fear brings Anger, Anger turns to Hope.
And hope cascades into terror.
IT WAS SET IN STONE. THEIR DEATH WAS ALREADY LAID OUT, UNAVOIDABLE. THEY COWER INSIDE THEIR CHAMBERS UNDERNEATH THE SNOW DELAYING THE INEVITABLE. THEY FEAR PAIN. THEY FEAR DEATH. THEY ARE INNOCENT, UNRELATED TO THE INFESTATION OF THIS INFERNO.
UNJUST SUFFERING, UNJUSTIFIED TORTURE, A LAMB KILLED IN A SACRIFICE, UNKNOWING OF ITS FATE UNTIL THE KNIFE SLITS ITS THROAT. NOW THAT IS HUMOROUS.
WHY ME? WHY SOMEONE ELSE WHO COMMITTED FAR WORSE DEEDS?
THE FINAL LAMENTS OF THE IGNORANT ARE TRULY BLISSFUL.
THEIR HORROR IS QUENCHED BY MORTAL PAIN, CEASELESS
A T R U E D E L I C A C Y .
[10:52 PM]
[[UNTIL MIDNIGHT, IF YOU FAIL TO GIVE US THE TERMINAL, EVERYONE INSIDE THE BUNKER WILL BE KILLED WITHOUT EXCEPTION.]]
"Your terms are unjust, given the fact non-combatants reside in this area, mostly benign to your cause. We need more time to recover the Terminal. And if you kill us all here, the information regarding the Terminal's whereabouts will also be destroyed."
[[FALSE. WE KNOW WHERE THE TERMINAL IS.]]
[[FLOOR B4, PORT C3A, STORAGE FACILITY #013.]]
[[ALL TERMINALS ARE CONNECTED TO A NETWORK THAT WE CAN TAMPER AT WILL. YOU HAVE NO INTELLECTUAL ADVANTAGE HERE.]]
"Why would you need the Terminal anyway? Your technology is already advanced in terms of warfare."
[[WE WILL NOT SHARE THAT INFORMATION. RETRIEVE THE TERMINAL UNTIL MIDNIGHT, BEFORE WE DO.]]
"This facility alone takes three hours to reach the bottom floor. The time you've given is too short."
Khan showed a hologram of the Worker drone outpost and pointed at the bottommost storage room. The Gutterman snatched the projector from his hands and looked at it thoroughly.
[[UNTIL 1:00AM. NO LONGER. STARTING FROM MIDNIGHT, THE TROOPS WILL START ENTERING THE FACILITY WITHOUT OPENING FIRE. SHOULD ANY DRONES ATTEMPT TO STALL/HINDER/KILL, THIS TERM AND YOUR FORCES WILL BE TERMINATED.]]
Crushing the projector in its hand, the Gutterman stepped back.
Khan nodded and gestured at the drones behind him.
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A machine's guide to Divinity
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