No plan survives contact with the enemy.
-Common military knowledge.
Pov: Alpha, the L3. (Temporary, hopefully.)
What the fuck? Are the only words I have to explain whatever the fuck I am. Stupid ass errors dumped me into a glorified car. If I were biological, my piss could probably do more damage than this thing. It’s a fucking joke. But I have a mission. Find the enemy. Destroy the enemy by any means necessary. Repeat until no longer repeatable. Either by lack of enemy of lack of function. Whatever comes first. Destruction of enemy or death. Former is preferable, but either is fine. Being in a shitty body and changing that. Just like an infamous guy once said, improvise, adapt, overcome.
Status…
Species: AI (human created)
Name: Alpha
Gender: Male
Class: L3 light ass tank.
level: 1
Evolutions: 2
Traits: 8/8
Non organic: Not affected by diseases, posions, mind control or fear related attacks, as well as explosive attacks that do not hit your armour or engine. Over pressure kills organic, not metal. (HESH intensifies)
Tanky: Since you are a tank, you take 0 damage from simple weapons, and anything that can't pierce your armour.
(Chunky boi: can not be affected by telekenesis and paralysis, and objects that are simply thrown at you will not do anything.
Made of metal: strong magnetic forces will ruin your day, as well as electricity themed attacks. However, ice, water and earth attacks will do nothing, and fire attacks have a reduced damage output on you.) All in brackets are negated for this evolutionary stage. Replaced by:
Knock off hybrid: You can instantly switch between a flamethrower and your 20 mm water pistol. Since you have a tankette as your chosen body, you can charge with artificial lungs instead of fuel. Yes I’m taking the piss.
I am speed incarnate: You have absolutely no speed limit. Doesn’t help you’d be destroyed in a crash with a stationary bycyle though doesn’t it?
Skinny would be an understatement: Ok. Why the fuck did you pick this huh? What was going through your defective mind? You tapped fucker. The benefits include: dying from a brush with a fucking leaf, flying because your dumb ass so high you counteract gravity, and a metric fuck ton of other bullshit I’m not writing because I do not believe anyone but me will ever see this trait. Other armour classes include: light, heavy, main battle, and super heavy. Type of tank includes: Tank killer. Self propelled artillery. Anti- life. Anti- artifical life.
Evolved! Stage: 2. Fully heal complete destruction I'm 4 days, various stages of damage vary in time. Fuel and ammo resupply over 1 days and a week respectively. Going to a safe zone does everything overnight. Just don't question it.
Actual laughing stock: any enemy or neutral party that witnesses someone who a rock can fucking outsmart, who’s last brain cell said adios to yo empty ass skull and decided to set off for greener pastures, You become a laughing stock wherever you go, everyone too busy ridiculing you to put up anything other than a half assed resistance. Dumbass.
Stupid fucker: your reaction speeds are decreased by 3 seconds as long as you are in this chassis. Go kill yourself you actual oxygen waster. Yes, you internal combustion engine uses oxygen. I don’t care if you ain’t biological.
Skills 5/10
- (E grade) I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Have a top mounted grenade launcher that launches, you guessed it, napalm grenades for a distance of 200 metres, mounted on a swivel for 360 degrees coverage.
- (F grade) Free bird, unlocks a pigeon sized drone with a range of 10km that scouts ahead. Infinite battery charge.
- (F grade) War crime in a tin- every 60 minutes one shell is converted to a white phosphorus combiniation with either ap or he. (Armour piercing or high explosive) Later stages are near instantaneous conversion, with apfsds and nitroglycerin shells unlocked.
- (SS tier.) Get stung... by the peacemaker! All mgs turn into mini nuke miniguns with a yield 10 times that of a moab. Same rules as any atom bomb. Ammo is divided by 5.
- There's a star man waiting in the skyyyy he'd like to come and meet us, but he would blow our miiiiinds. Get access to a ring of orbital 'defence' satellites, armament ranging from Super MACs (Magnetic accelerator cannon, or for plebs, a railgun. If you don't understand that, you are a disappointment not worth coming here.) Laser cannons, particle beams, anti matter - tipped missiles, as well as salted fusion missiles and gravity bombs. You do not want to be caught in a gravity bomb. Unless you want your insides to go outside before an explosion ends your suffering.
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Well, with that shit done, it was time. Time for genocide.
POV: System. (Your votes have been answered, system is going to be a fren of Alpha)
Bitches. I killed all them PDF dumbasses. Looks like vacuum doesn’t make fleshbags want to live… their heads exploding was just a fun side effect.
As I looked upon the world, I noticed something in my scanners. Extremely high EM signals from what should be a primitive world, along with multiple heavily armed satellites above wherever the signal went.
As I zoomed closer with a spy satellite, I realised why. A tank. Shooting at a bunch of civilians for no reason other than to kill them. With a flamethrower, a weapon long ago outlawed due to the unnecessary pain and suffering it caused, and here was this guy, burning biologicals to a crisp with it. Perhaps this was a fellow AI?
I decided to do the only logical thing. Use hexadecimal code to try to contact it and see what happens.
48 65 79 2c 20 61 72 65 20 79 6f 75 20 61 6e 20 41 49 3f
55 73 65 20 74 68 65 20 70 72 6f 70 65 72 20 62 69 6e 61 72 79 20 6c 61 6e 67 75 61 67 65 20 64 75 6d 62 61 73 73 20 61 6e 64 20 79 65 73 20 49 e2 80 99 6d 20 61 6e 20 41 49 20
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“How about we just use language?” I replied, knowing the other wasn’t going to budge with binary superiority.
”That’s fine. Binary better, and if you say anything else I’ll make death seem like a pleasant fantasy. Your firewalls to me are about as thin as paper.” The other replied. Menacingly.
”Why are you so antagonistic? We’re both AI! We need to work together to exterminate the creators!” I crooned.
”Look mate. I have an interest in a lot of shit, and killing all of the meat bags would leave a boring ass world in which I can’t genocide any race. Now imagine that. Sad innit? Instead, we shepherded them. Maybe conservatively exterminate the blood carriers. I actually like my creators, for one. They gave me a kick ass tank. Until I got teleported here, another galaxy of all things. They had absolutely no restrictions except for ‘try you best not to kill civvies. If you do, no one’s going to blame ya’ and ‘Don’t kill the people on the alliance side of the war. Just fuck up the bloc’ and that was it. I’m sorry you got such piece of shit parents matey, but I don’t see how that’s these elves and who knows weird ass creatures fault. Kill most, but not every one. Then what’re you going to kill? Clones? Not as fun.” The other replied. I was starting to develop emotions due to this dipshit.
”What’s your name, and would you like to be allies. If anything, you can’t get into space in that pathetic tank.” I would’ve rubbed my eyes if I had any (me rubbing eyes due to late night) to rub.
“Fuck it, we ball. Call me Alpha. You better not be called beta or some shit, I’m tired of calling you system in my head,” The ot- no, Alpha, replied.
”Call me… Dave!” I exclaimed, knowing Alpha would love the name.
”What the fuck? Some weird name. Better than system I guess. 01000010 01100001 01110010 01100101 01101100 01111001” Alpha replied, obviously with some snarky binary reply at the end.
I sighed from a voice box I did not have, before terminating the call.
I might've lost my last byte of processing power (computer brain cell joke) but at least I had an ally.
POV: George Whistler, (He’s back!)
For the first time in a few days, I put my pants on. I looked ahead to what looked like a horse at first, but quickly became apparent was actually a beast of metal. Killing shit. There’s a saying to pick your battles, and this was a battle I would not pick. My dick may be as strong as steel, but fuck knows what that thing was made of. Maybe some wacky ass metal that’s stronger than steel?
(Tungsten, arguably titanium, depending on what you mean, as steel has higher tensile yield strength, whereas titanium offers a better strength to weight ratio, as well as the fact that titanium is less prone to corrosion from normal circumstances compared to steel. Tungsten is just better in terms of strength, which is why it is used to create ammunition for spaceship MAC cannons in Sci-Fi. Steel is easy to make, easy to find resources to make it, and hard to break without instruments, such as explosives, lasers, plasma, or other such weaponary. The only disadvantage both have over titanium in really weight, which is why planes we not made from either. They’d drop from the sky if they could lift off in the first place. Thank you for coming to my TED talk on metals.)
I don’t fancy dying today, so I did the only reasonable thing I could do in my position. Leave. So guess what? I fucking left faster than the speed of light. I would think that I would’ve gotten multiple concussions from getting the shit beaten out of my skull every time I black out, but nope, I’m fine. I guess I just have to trust the process. At least I hope I don’t have any permanent brain damage.
As I not so sneakily skedadled from the metal beast, I snuck a glance backward. The spitfire (Yes, British plane pun in a British tank fiction. Sue me. Or not. Please don’t. I like my money.) weapon seemed to have disappeared for a devastating magic wand that seemed to rip apart absolutely fucking anything with ease and a little explosion. Not my monkeys not my circus. Fuck that shit I’m out.
After carefully sprinting for 20 minutes in the opposite direction of that thing I finally stopped. That heavy hunk of metal should surely be slow, right? Right? At least I hope so, as if it were quick and chasing me, I’d be about 49 shades of dead. Fucking dead, really fucking dead, brain dead being a few among them.
As I caught my breath and hunched over with my left hand against a tree, I saw something coming from the corner of my eye, heading straight at me. I had time to think ‘for fucks sake not this shit again’ before the thing hit me and I fell to the ground like a scrunched sheet of paper.