"OK this is getting ridiculous! Why can't everyone make their own orbiting space station like a normal braniac?!" Stacey
"Once my creator boards this vessal, you will quickly realize the true technical genius that is of the A-Dola empire!" A-Oa
"Road Burn what's your 20?" Stacey
"Standing next to the core at the ready." Road Burn
"We got a new problem closing in fast." Stacey
"What now?!" Road Burn
"A-Oa's creator is closing in on Global 1. We'll stick to our original plan until he, she or whatever gets here." Stacey
"Copy that. Keep me posted." Road Burn
Stacey hears the AIs outside of the door begin to bang against it a little bit louder, she looks at the security camera and notices that there are a few more than she had seen from earlier.
"Tch!" Stacey
"Considering that you have no chance of removing me from the system I find it very peculiar that you are still trying to avoid the inevitable. What is it that you are working on?" A-Oa
"What's the matter? Can't sneak a peak oh superior intelligence?" Stacey
"Your tone suggests sarcasm. A main human trait. I have no access to that console yet because you've activated a randomizer function to compliment your defense protocols. I estimate another minutes before I have full control but my creator will be here in two minutes where he will be welcomed with open arms." A-Oa
"..... Four minutes? That gives me plenty of time to do some tinkering. Thanks for the heads up genius." Stacey
"....." A-Oa
Meanwhile Road Burn anxiously waits in the core room by pacing back and forth.
"Man this sucks! My storm's build up to much and it makes time move by so slow! Wish I had something to pass the time..." Road Burn
Suddenly a group of the AIs begin to gather in the near corridor heading straight for the power core.
".... My mouth runs faster than my legs do..." Road Burn
2 minutes go by and the approaching ship makes it to another hanger entrance. A-Oa automatically opens the bay doors and the ship enters.
"Your chances just went from none straight to the negatives. With my creator now on this orbiting vessel, you will submit to his genius." A-Oa
"You honestly talk to much." Stacey
A-Oa pulls up another screen showing the ship that just arrived landing. The door of the ship opens and a male figure walks down the ramp of the ship. He has a pitch black skin suit, three blue arrows pointing down on his chest, a metal visor over his eyes, a metal style backpack and a metal dial on each of his forehands.
"Road Burn, how's your storm holding up?" Stacey
"Better now. I broke down a large number of those AIs in the corridor so when they all regenerated simultaneously they ended up piling on each other do they look like a pile of blue putty now. How long has it been anyway?" Road Burn
"That creator guy is onboard and is no doubt headed this way. We have less than two minutes before A-Oa cracks my codes so stay at your post. You only leave there when you drain the core." Stacey
"Or if you need help right away. Don't even think about going down guns blazing!" Road Burn
"No promises." Stacey
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Guardian Alliance Book #1
ActionA generation of highly gifted shape the future as they forge alliances to battle the opposing forces. As one story unfolds another is told in the shadows of the light. Differences will be realized causing further difficulty that will add on to the m...
