T.A1

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"Move move move!!!" A man comes in front of my screen and points to a direction.
"Are your sensors dead!!? Get a move on T.A1!" going through training again after being impaled with metal with the back flap of a burning inferno of a F16 Fighter jet .
after the repair of the last fight my memory chip was damaged, snapped in half, this man that yelled at me, is the one we call "The Trainer" it is programmed into all T.A.W.M machines that every human has a name they prefer, never their real names. As I move to the desired location from "The Trainer" I can hear and feel his heavy steel toed boots follow close behind on the hard cement floor.
"He's doing good so far I see" the trainer looks up at a man on a walkway above us against the wall behind us and nods
"Just a few tad adjustments to his programming and maybe his sensors and T.A1 should be able to get back out there!" The man on the railing is in charge, this is the analysis that I made people react around him as they would with anyone in charge. But he isn't the man of all this, he's just one of the many thousands .

"T.A1! demonstrate the new combat programming for him!" Rendering the command in an instant I pull out Stalin RPKs-92 Rifle as the hologram targets start to construct themselves in front of me, concrete obstructions of different sizes start to rise from the ground which the holograms instantly take their places.
"34 known threats with automatic AK47's" The deep robotic voice traveling around the building. The Trainer nods and waves to start the simulation, leaping off the ground and charging to a nearby cover firing of .39 rounds into one hologram making him dissipate into thousands of pixels with a classic "aarrrghh" after it so call "dies"

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 10, 2018 ⏰

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