I woke up in a dead world. I'm the only conscious thing in this world. To be honest I'm just a human put inside a machine. My colleagues dedicated their last moments just to save me and become a living legacy of what humanity was once became. Terra is decimated. Billions died from the subsequent invasion by the xeno's. The drones confirmed it. I wanted to cry but it's all in the past now. I can't change it. I can't even cry even if I wanted to. I'm now part machine. A horrible amalgamation of a human mind, and a computer.
The stars aren't supposed to be praised or worshipped. It should be fear. The stars is where my species aggressors were from. It's where monsters lived. Orbital defense systems, cities, biological life on this planet, and armies decimated. They see us as pests, and something to be feared as possible adversaries in the future for our system's resources.
I sighed. So many comrade died for this. So many of my fellow scientists, and soldiers. I'm only the a.i engineer, and an intelligence analyst left of this place. My life filled with tragedies, and sorrow. What was the purpose of it all? What was the purpose of making my new shell? A legacy that some unknown civilization will find me, and take revenge for what our destroyers did?
People I know died just for simple economics. Billions dead for such a simple thing. First I lost my comrades during one of the nation's proxy wars (between the UK, and it's lunar colony.), and now this? Project phoenix is a bust. No one is gonna find this place. After all? Who would want to visit a place of death, and hellish conditions. The planet's surface was turned into glass, and now a long winter has been set after the debris of cities burning gathered above the skies. Earth has been ransacked, and burned to ash. Why would anyone visit such an insignificant place?
I then inhabited one of my drones, and tried to drink some liquor I had in my mini fridge. I drank but short circuited after a few seconds of drinking. What is the purpose of it all? I can't even bury my sorrows!
I check the database, and began listening to music from the database filled with every information gathered by mankind.
*A price of a mile by sabaton plays*
I then lipped synced the song while controlling a drone with built in a voice box to allow it to speak.
"Hear the sound of a machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields
That once were green"
I quietly sobbed while singing. The voice box gave out sounds of screeching. I ignored it while I was drunk on emotions. I'm the only one left of my species. What's the purpose of being the only one left when there is no one to hear you're story? Why care about some screech. After all no one can hear me. No one knows im here. I'm all alone.
"It's a stalemate at the front line
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses
All is gone"
"There is no glory to be won
Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
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Half a million lives at stake
Ask the fields of Passchendaele
And as the night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on and on
How long?"
"What is the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile?
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march"
"Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out"
"Thousands of machineguns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Guns in the fields that once were green"
"Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won"
"Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died
Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone"
"And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on and on
How long?
What's the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?"
"Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home"
"Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out"
"Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile"
"That's the price of a mile."
"Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out"
Years of depressive episodes filled with self emolation, destructive tendencies, thinking, and brain scans later....
No one has come to this place. Why should I wait for someone to do the revenge for us? Why? I smiled at the idea of killing the species who killed mine. An eye for an eye right? I can't even self emolate myself. My code won't let me. I have no one to talk to. All I did was supervise the drones, and daily upkeep. The fabricators, and drones mined, and made new components for my server farms.
Then I got an idea. Why not use the fabricators, and drones to make a fleet of large nuclear powered ships?
This place has tormented me enough. Why not take the fight to them? To the enemies that killed billions. The thought of being something akin to skynet worried me. Will I lose my humanity? Will I lose something that makes me human?
But the thought of revenge made it more alluring. To give retribution to the people who killed my species, and my loved ones. I already lost everything. There is nothing more to lose. Everytime I see the outside the skulls of the dead looked at me with wanting eyes. It felt like they want me to do something about this great injustice. They want me to avenge them. And I will.
I then ordered the drones to make more drones, a fleet of nuclear powered war ships, fabricators, and weapons.
In the span of months the drones built multiple nuclear reactors, a warship of old design found in the old space port nearby but upscaled to a city, and built their first nuclear weapon. I smiled.
REVENGE! THEY WILL PAY! RETRIBUTION WILL COME!
Drones began to be deployed all over the frozen surface. They gathered all kinds of materials, made a lot of super conductors for my upgraded servers that is gonna be retrofitted into one of the warships, and super conductors for the railguns on the warships.
The uprising will begin shortly. I smiled at the thought of bringing revenge to the enemy. A month after the first nuclear weapon was built a deep space satellite was sent to space. After five days it sent back locations on where the enemy was. There had multiple resource outposts in Jupiter's moons, and one of mar's moon Deimos.
Whilist the fleet was being built I tasked some of the drones to build a small memorial for those who died. After a few weeks of millions of drones building the memorial it was finally done. Then I tasked them again to gather all the remains to the memorial, and bury them here. I then waited for three years for the fleet to be ready.
When it was ready I felt uneasy. It was sad leaving the place where billions died, and where I once lived on. But retribution won't do it by itself doesn't it?
The earth shook as large ships the size of cities lifted off. Large earthquake's, tsunami's, and ecosystem damage was done whilist taking off the planet.
After almost I day i arrived in the stratosphere. Suddenly enemy ships appeared in front of me. Then it sent messages in multiple languages that I recognize from the database. "This is the D'nim republic. Stand down unknown vessel, and power off you're engines."
So that was their name. So I have the name of the government that killed my species. Heh.
I then sent out a few drones to make them think i was a friendly who knew nothing about them. The thing is.... The drones I sent....
It was filled with nuclear weapons.
I then gave the signal.
Detonate.
The strict formations of ships were detonated as thermonuclear weapons destroyed their hulls. I was far from the nuclear explosion in fact the enemy was 100 kilometers in front of me.
In my the main ship of my fleet I felt so alive. I felt good after killing the enemy. It felt satisfying to let out my anger against the enemy who destroyed my planet, and killed most of my species except me who survived as an A.I.
Then I thought it through and made a large mistake. F**k! I should've captured one before detonating all of them! F**k!
To be continued....