Time soon resumes to move regularly as my overclock timer runs out since it would make me overheat if I overdid it. When I regain control of the aircraft, I soon turn it around against the other two helicopters as they try to shoot me down. Luckily, I still had a better aim than my human counterparts, so I managed to take them down before they took me down.
Horrified, I watched as their helicopters both exploded when some of my tracer bullets made their way into their fuel cells. The people on the ground soon took action against me as they prepared their RPGS and Javelins. Luckily for me, I soon heard a voice in my head that wasn't my system.
"Sorry for the delay. Good job surviving A52; leave it to us."
The voice sounded like it came from another aircraft. I noticed a plane flying by at a tremendous speed toward the crazy goons. The new aircraft looked like a fighter jet with a clear Japanese flag and a cute smirking Megumin on one of its wings. A sense of relief soon took over as I barely managed to land the dying helicopter.
Once I landed and deboarded the aircraft, I noticed how close I had been to dying when I saw the hundreds of bullet holes next to my seat. (TwT) I don't want to do that ever again. I think as I quietly sit with my head between my legs.
My actions might have been considered justified, but their weight still fell over me. I killed people. I ended somebody else's life. How can I be okay with that? I can't. The pressure of the guilt makes me cry as Anton rushes toward me.
"Hey, there, droid girl, are you okay?" Anton says as he slowly approaches me. I couldn't talk back, so I simply gave him a nod. Anton knew my trouble, so he quickly reacted with care as he comforted me.
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, don't worry about it. You did what you had to. Thank you." Anton's words relieved me as I cried in his arms. Ivan and the rest soon reached us as the friendly military aid took care of the people trying to delete me. Perhaps Ivan felt terrible or something as he proceeded to apologize to me.
"I'm sorry, I thought they wanted to take you. I only wanted the money for my family. I didn't think you actually had feelings." Anton angrily stood up to sucker punch Ivan in the face as he condemned him.
"How dare you? Don't think you're off the hook. Your betrayal is something I will never forget, Ivan." Ivan accepted his guilt and took the punch like a man as he waited for the authorities to come for him, yet he seemed genuinely sorry, so I was compelled to feel grace toward him.
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"It's okay. I understand, Ivan; you didn't need to hit him. He didn't know better." Some more helicopters sounded in the distance from the same direction the plane had come from.
The two flight attendants quickly assessed the situation and proceeded to give me parts of their suits to replace my bloodied pieces after they cleaned the blood from my body. The pilot contributed to the efforts by giving me his cool brown pilot jacket.
"Good job A52. We owe you our lives. This is the least we can do." The pilot said as he put the jacket on me.
Their genuine smiles made me smile back as I felt even more guilt removed from my shoulders. I had to come to it. If I hadn't taken action when I did, these people would've died. I was no perfect judge, but in my logic, their lives were worth more than soldier lives.
Soldiers and mercenaries go into a mission knowing they might not come back alive. They're prepared to take a life while these civilians aren't. I must accept it, but I can't. I wish I had a ball like in the lab. I need to relieve some of this stress into something.
[You could listen to some music for the time being]
You're right, system. Alright, I'll let you choose. And so the system picks some more peaceful future funk music as I slowly relax from my tense position. A helicopter soon landed before us, and some men wearing paramedic clothes proceeded to greet us.
Ivan doesn't even try to run for it; he just turns himself over to one of the soldiers. The soldier soon puts handcuffs on him and makes him sit on the floor as another person jumps out of the helicopter to greet me specifically.
The man who jumped down from the helicopter was a good-looking man who wore a suit and carried himself with some finesse. His eyes were bright blue, and his hair was a shiny golden. He looked to be around forty years old.
"Hey, A52. I'm sorry you had to witness this mess. Honestly, I do not know how the anti-AI people knew you were here. I was worried we had lost you."
Who was this old man? I had never seen him before, I said as I quickly got an answer from my system.
[Alexander Bel, CEO of Anabel Corp, YOUR OWNER.]
My eyes widened as I immediately stood up to bow to him multiple times. I completely sobered up, thanks to him, as he graciously laughed.
"You don't have to do that. I want you to treat me like you treat everyone else. You're very precious to me, after all."
The man said as he graciously ruffled my hair, making it a mess in no time. So I'm precious? I wondered if there was a deeper meaning to his words. Why would I be precious to a human? I'm just a happy mistake.
{Narrator}
A52 might not have understood the man's actions and words, but the guy meant every word he said. A52 didn't look like she had when she first woke up. She didn't know it yet, but she had been modeled after the CEO's dead daughter, who died in a tragic accident a few years prior.
A52's happy accident was why he decided to take over the abandoned project of the Boring Company. In a way, a series of events were just right for her to become who she was. The first adventure had been rough, but now, A52 is in safe hands. The CEO now wanted to release some of his guilt using A52 by initiating a new tale for her, the things her daughter wanted to do.