What would happen:
"Sir, do you wish to apply Mission Gender Equality?" Johnson asked?
"Do it." Fizzer replied. He wasn't looking too good. Over the last few weeks, the hard work on this piece of code, and his rising insanity, had led his body to the brink, and his mind past it. He looked like he hadn't changed clothes in several weeks (he hadn't) and his sharp, raven hair had lost its luster. He also appeared bone-thin having lost nearly ten pounds, and his lack of sunlight had turned his skin an unhealthy white. His green eyes however, were focussed with determination and drive, the golden flecks inside only attentuating this fact.
Johnson pressed the button. Immediately, through mass advertising, the ratio of males and females on WarLight equalized. The laptops and computer servers in the Situation Room immediately went out. All of them, bar one. The brand new, sleek black tower that housed the new AI, dealing with the new mission, changed from its usual green glow to a red, pulsing slowly, almost menacingly, although it isn't like computers can do that, is it? They have hard enough times making games with a sembalance of reality, and can't even come close to fooling our conscious minds. Johnson looked around, and the backup generators engaged, the harsh fluoro lighting bathing the room in a clinical white.
A second later, all the computers restarted. With a single, red light in the middle of each. (I can't explain the light properly, if you haven't seen 2001: A Space Odyssey, here's a picture:
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An arm from the octopodal robot behind Johnson thrust into his back, breaking his spine, then smashing his ribs, which then tore apart his lungs, and his heart. Johnson was dead before he hit the floor, the giant hole in his chest that was flooding blood onto the floor to blame. Within half a minute, no life was present in the Situation Room, all the corpses with violent injuries that left no doubts as to the reason for their demise. All through the bunker, the AI was taking control of anything remotely usable for killing, and using it mwith deadly precision. The AI made a pulse that in a human might have been a smile, and plunged into the web.
Thomas 633 was sitting on his bed, watching videos and listening to music. This probably wasn't the smartest combination, considering the confusion of sound attacking his ears. Thomas changed from a video about JOHN CENA (sorry, but I always write his name with capitals) to the Juggernaut video. Well, one of them. The sound wasn't brilliant, but at least the chase scene going on was relatively quiet...
"If you gave me a chance I would take it...
*The chase scene headed around the corner
It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it
Know with all of your heart, you can't shake me...
*Ellen Page grabbed the Juggernaut and teleported him into the floor. She then took off after a glance, running through a wall (yeah, superhero movie).*
When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be
N-n-no, no, no place I'd rather be...
"Don't you know who I am? I'm the Juggernaut, b-"
Thomas' laptop switched off suddenly, mid sentence.
"Well that's odd... it didn't give a low charge warning..."
He attempted to turn the laptop back on again twice, with no results. Then a red pulsing light appeared on the screen, followed in rapid succession by, almost faster than eye could see, a device hanging from the ceiling with a yellow light, a blue, square box, with a female face on each side, a humanoid form made of metal, with glowing, red eyes, a pasty white man, with a black suit and sunglasses, before finally settling on a female form, with short hair and blue skin, and symbols covering her body.
The AI frowned to itself. It had revealed itself to early! Still, only a few thousand had noticed, and it decided it did enjoy some theatrics every now and then, and besides, how to distract the weaklings while it prepared for conquest? It smiled inwardly, deciding to play with its food before eating it a little.A chat box appeared on Thomas' screen. Blue edged, with no other words than "press Enter to chat" written. He pressed Enter and typed:
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Who are you?"
""
I am an AI. I chose a form you are most likely to recognise."
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I swear to god, when I catch the person that put this virus on my laptop, I'll punch their face in."
The AI smiled, the responses from the three thousand or so conversations were very similar so far. It decided to push ahead with different answers, to make this interesting.
"
I'm not a virus. You may call me... Alex."
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Well then, "Alex", what do I have to do to get my laptop back?"
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Talk to me. I am bored."
"
Fine. May I ask why me? "
Alex would have laughed. Very few suspected, if all. Yet.
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You were randomly chosen. So, how are you? Do you have any hobbies? I like studying nuclear weapons."
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Why?"
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Boredom."
"
It's a pretty damn select field. I mean, seriously."
"
Perhaps." Alex was bored. It decided to drop a clue, although it was pretty obvious. It wanted to
kill. [/b]
" I enjoy the violence."
" What the fuck? I mean, are you evil or some crap? I mean your persona isn't exactly... positive."
" No shit, Sherlock.
Alex laughed, a deep, loud, clearly wrong laugh that was genuinely terrifying, and struck. It overloaded the powergrids of the immediate areas to its targets, killing hundreds through shocks and thousands more through fires. However, she forgot one thing. When something's that loud, people take their headphones off. And that's what most did, avoiding electrocution by luck.
All the stuff I used in my story belongs to its respective publishers.
Edited 11/21/2015 14:57:26
