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Target Practice (Open!)
Zouichi had heard about the Sensoriums from other people aboard the ship, and though he'd been a little apprehensive at first, had decided to pay them a visit. Or rather, he'd decided to pay Earth a visit.
After all, it was hard to go for a real ride on a disturbingly squishy ship.
If there had been any police left, he would have been pulled over for speeding and quite possibly reckless endangerment. But there weren't. What there were was vast expanses of jet-black concrete laid empty for miles ahead of him, honeycombing through levels of the massive megacity at insane angles.
So he punched it, hard. The motorcycle surged forward toward the city, its display ticking steadily past a series of numbers: 100, 200, 300...
Now he was blazing across the city connector bridge, rising quickly with the road as it extended upwards on struts held high above the level of the water that surrounded the old metropolis. Fuyu chirped an alert to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the machine rising up seemingly from beneath the raised concrete, its thrusters a bright blue blaze in the reddening light. Zouichi slowed; it kept perfect pace.
It was sleek, newly manufactured. The model number 4-D was stamped neatly across one gleaming wing. As he watched, the shutters beneath both wings snapped open, revealing two long, wicked metal barrels.
Before him, the gates of the city yawned open. From here, he could see the beginning activity of the drones inside, shambling forward mindlessly in the direction of sound and perceived movement, searching for something.
Something they could really sink their teeth into.
After all, it was hard to go for a real ride on a disturbingly squishy ship.
If there had been any police left, he would have been pulled over for speeding and quite possibly reckless endangerment. But there weren't. What there were was vast expanses of jet-black concrete laid empty for miles ahead of him, honeycombing through levels of the massive megacity at insane angles.
So he punched it, hard. The motorcycle surged forward toward the city, its display ticking steadily past a series of numbers: 100, 200, 300...
Now he was blazing across the city connector bridge, rising quickly with the road as it extended upwards on struts held high above the level of the water that surrounded the old metropolis. Fuyu chirped an alert to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the machine rising up seemingly from beneath the raised concrete, its thrusters a bright blue blaze in the reddening light. Zouichi slowed; it kept perfect pace.
It was sleek, newly manufactured. The model number 4-D was stamped neatly across one gleaming wing. As he watched, the shutters beneath both wings snapped open, revealing two long, wicked metal barrels.
Before him, the gates of the city yawned open. From here, he could see the beginning activity of the drones inside, shambling forward mindlessly in the direction of sound and perceived movement, searching for something.
Something they could really sink their teeth into.
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The unicorn especially was a weird experience.
"You think so? The weapons department thought I took too long."
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"Back in your homeworld? They must stock up on some serious baby food. For my world you'd have grown up more than fast enough, unless your years are slower than ours."
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"Well, to be exact, my body was constructed relatively quickly, but they had to leave the rest of me hooked up to a simulator for a year. I was the first one out, though. I'm fairly sure our years as the same as yours, though. How old are you?"
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Right. Test Tube Baby. "How many of you guys were there? And I'm fifteen."
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Fuyu appeared again, hovering in the general area of Zouichi's shoulder. "There were seven pairs in our generation."
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He points a finger at Fuyu, then back to Zouichi. "So you're two halves of a duo, right? How does that work?" He approves very much of strategical twosomes.
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Fuyu bows. "I usually inhabit the 4000XLA and provide support," she says, motioning towards the motorcycle. "However, I can interface with other computer systems as well. There are some things Synthetic Humans can't do by themselves. I also try to curb Zouichi's recklessness."
'Try' being the operative word.
"I apologize if his selfishness has caused you any trouble."
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Then he looks back at Zouichi. "Eh, hasn't been a problem so far. I'll file a complaint with you if he gets to be too much trouble."
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Zouichi made a face, whether he realized it or not. "To be honest, I'd prefer if we were never put in that situation. There's also no telling what it's made of or how its systems might affect an outside AI." Also, its weird organic nature reminded him uncomfortably of some of those drones.
Fuyu tried not to laugh at Howard's last comment, while Zouichi only looked mildly annoyed.
"What about you? Have you found anyone you used to know aboard the ship?" he asked.
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He shakes his head. "Not yet, which doesn't make much sense. If they brought me they should have brought Orc. On the bright side, I haven't seen the psycho we had tied up in the basement or the telekinetic megalomaniac up the road, so there's an upside."
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Or if she was watching right now, honestly. Louder, he said, "Who's Orc?"
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"The second half of my own duo. Brawn to my brains, not to mention the major one of those reasons I didn't die back in the FAYZ." He looks a little nervous, though. He's fairly certain Orc wouldn't fare well at all on his own. "Anyway, he's got way more practical application than me, so I figure if I made the cut he'll be in one of those pods."
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Fuyu gives him a look, so he adds, "But I'm sure you'll find him sooner or later."
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He sighed. "I really wasn't designed to deal with this kind of thing." But then, he'd had to get used to all kinds of weirdness back home.