Another nearby explosion soon made everyone seek refuge, including Ivan. The people attacking us were below us as we were on top of a canyon, which meant we were safe, but it also locked us in place. We could run downhill oppositely, but that would only slightly delay our doom as the enemy is coming in cars.

I soon launch my processor into full survival gear as I look at Anton's gun and at a panicking Ivan, who tries to use his radio. Ivan is soon successful at making the radio work, but he only hears static as he presses buttons.

"Are you trying to also kill me? I thought you wanted to capture her, not blow us up!" Ivan screamed into his radio as Anton turned to me for news of Anabel's help. The static soon cleared up from Ivan's radio as a man spoke to him in Russian.

"Хорошая работа. Пусть ты покоишься с миром." The voice said condescendingly as Ivan's face got pale. As for me, I began to try to contact the supposed help, but my communications were blocked. I assumed the enemies were interfering with them.

"I got nothing. I can't communicate with radio or satellite. Everything is jammed." I said as Anton handed me a weapon as if we were going to fight them; yeah, right, that will go splendidly. They have armored vehicles and high-caliber weapons, while we only have handguns with 9mm bullets. We stand no chance.

Even so, I didn't deny the weapon, but it made me fall into another dilemma. I don't know if shooting people dead to save myself is the best thing. I don't like the thought of death, and yet here I was, facing it again, but this time, it felt different. I looked at the pilot and the two flight attendants with us as I analyzed the possible effects of me killing someone.

[Compassion feeling learned.]

I didn't want to kill anyone, but I also couldn't let innocent bystanders who just survived a crazy accident simply die. I have no pre-built sense of duty, but I somehow felt like the weight of everyone's safety was now laid over me, as if I was the one who had to take charge as the more capable individual.

I really hoped for the help to arrive first so I would be spared of trauma. I didn't know what would happen to me if I took a human life, even with this sense of duty. I would still kill someone, possibly a person with a family; what if they had kids? I would be killing someone's parent. The thoughts were overloading me emotionally to the point I felt like crying.

"I don't want to do this," I said as my knees shook like a rookie in their first duel. My hands were also trembling as I barely held on to the gun in my hands.

At this point, you might say. "Well, you're a machine. Just turn your emotions off and do it." But I don't know how, and even if I did, I'm not sure it would be the best route of action. I tried to calm myself as I focused on the feeling I felt while diving into the sky, not knowing if I could genuinely fly or not.

What was that emotion that allowed me to do such a crazy stunt? I don't remember, but I would sure appreciate it to deal with my current situation.

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[Courage: The ability to control your fear in a difficult or dangerous situation.]

How does one acquire courage? How do humans get courage? I began to dig into a rabbit hole as everyone ran downhill while Anton tried to make me follow them, but I was still frozen in place, thinking of the new concept building in my head.

[Humans develop courage when they face their fears head-on, even when they know they might fail.]

"Examples, please."

Time soon slowed down as my processors overclocked to such speeds it made seconds look like entire minutes as my system began to show me footage of ancient times. As context appeared beneath the video, old, grainy footage appeared before my vision.

[Franz Karl Reichelt was a French tailor who centered on developing the first parachute concept at a time when nobody thought of it. He is famously remembered for his nerves of steel when he risked his own life to try and prove his concept, which did not work; the feat took tremendous courage and ingenuity.]

The system soon showed me the man's sketches, ideas, and the central concept of his idea. The footage soon showed him jumping to his death, which newer generations would build on. He abandoned logic in favor of courage? Seems dumb so far; more examples.

The system soon began showing me images of wars and conflicts where young teenagers have to face the fear of death to fight for their families and friends. Courage is an emotion that makes one more capable under stress. It was the conclusion I came to after witnessing more examples.

["The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."]

[Unlocked "Killer instinct" {New conflict of internal interests manifested} Pre-written robotics rule number one: "A machine may never kill a human." Rule overwrote, in order to be compassionate and follow duty, one must sometimes kill.]

[Activating skill "Killer instinct"]

The voice said again as my vision turned slightly reddish with a huge warning sign appearing at the forefront of my field of view. The warning sign soon vanished as my systems detected helicopters quickly approaching while shooting missiles.

My automatic music player soon began to play a befitting song as I got fueled with an intense sense of duty after turning to face the helicopters quickly approaching. [Chop suey soon begins to play as time is still being slowly perceived by A52]

My pre-heated propulsors soon begin to reignite in fractions of a second as my processing unit develops a strategy to take everyone down while keeping the humans safe. With the bit of fuel I had left, I devised a clever idea as I jumped towards the coming missiles head-on.

Anton tried to stop me, but he moved too slowly, so I was soon mid-air as I partially activated my foot propulsion, quickly approaching the missiles. Once I was almost about to crash into the projectiles, my hands simply grabbed them, and with some force, I turned them around to use them as my new thrusters.

The human pilot on top of the helicopter turned pale as I quickly made my way to its aircraft, so he began to shoot his artillery at me, but his movements were too slow. He only managed to shoot a couple of times before I soon crashed inside his cockpit.

With time going by so slowly, I had enough time to throw away the missiles outside the helicopter before they went KABOOM. The soldiers aboard got confused with the sudden explosions near them and with the shaking of the aircraft, which gave me even more time to shoot them dead.

Their blood spilled all over me as some tried to frantically shoot me down, but they were again way too slow. I could practically see the bullets flying past me as I ran towards them, trying to snatch their weapons away before throwing them outside the helicopter.

["Deserve to DIEE!"]

The drop was perfect again as I continued with the slaughter until I finally finished them all. The aircraft soon went into an uncontrollable spin downward while I tried to figure out how to control it. All of the actions probably took less than fifteen seconds, but it felt like entire minutes as I was still overclocked.