Jenson hated his job. All he did all day was sit in front of a monitor scrolling through lines of code and waiting for a promotion that would never come. He decided to get up and get some coffee, hell it's not like anything would change on the screen in the time that he was gone. On his way back to his desk he was nearly knocked over by a technician running down the hall in the direction of the training room. "HEY!," he barked, "Where the hell do you think you're going!" "Sorry, sir." The technician scrambled to attention. "There's a new asset squaring off in a level five training sim!" A level five training sim!? Jenson thought, I've got to see this! He ran to the observation deck looking over the training room. A young girl just out of primary training stood in the middle weapons drawn. The automated voice of the main computer drones out "Simulation Started."
Stay calm, remember your training, now... Dodge to the right, swing to the left, draw pistol, fire! Drop pistol, draw second pistol, fire! Draw sword, stab, drop sword, switch mags, fire position ready.
The scattered shards of training G.H.O.S.Ts litter the training room's floor. "Simulation Ended." The female voice of the main computer echoes throughout the room. I unload my weapons and drop them to the floor. I look up to the observation deck, it seems I have drawn a small audience. I give them a sarcastic bow and walk out of the training room.
"Woowee!" Jensen thought, "The Commander is going to like her."
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G.H.O.S.T.
Science FictionPhantom industry's newest weapon nicknamed G.H.O.S.T. is a highly optimizable combat avatar with the unique ability to pass through solid matter. The G.H.O.S.T. comes with a plethora of pre-programmed weapons as well as an option to code your own cu...
