“I will not shut up! You shut up and you will listen to me . . .!” Inferno of Terror was angrily saying. He then calmed himself down and said, “. . . a Robotic Tactical Fleet will make things more problematic for us.”
“So what are they going to do? Use their arsenal against this world? Or how about one single torpedo?” Dark Serpent asked Inferno of Terror.
“They probably have other ways.” Inferno of Terror responded.
“Like what?” Medusa Pandora asked in a rude manner.
“I don’t know.” Inferno of Terror responded.
“That’s right you don’t know. I say we continue.” Medusa Pandora responded.
“Agreed.” Dark Serpent added.
“Now hold up! What about my opinion!?” Inferno of Terror yelled.
“Cowards don’t have an opinion.” Medusa Pandora responded which only infuriated Inferno of Terror. It caused Dark Serpent to chuckle.
The three of them would eventually agree to wait and see what happens next. While they were waiting they were perfecting their diabolical plans. It is one reason why Captain Maxwell wanted to strike quickly. Never allow your enemy to plan when you got them on their backs for if you do then you will surely perish.
(3)
“Oh dear God no.” Captain Iverson responded with a heavy sigh. Maxwell just finished telling him everything.
”I’m at my wits end. I don’t know what to do. All I can do is to carry out the wishes of Lenkov and Omori. There is a part of me that would love it if they are Jason M. Idelle but if they are not then . . .” Maxwell was saying. He just couldn’t bring himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t true. If that was the case then he would have lost all hope for life. His depression would be too great to bear.
“The evidence that you have presented is too compelling. For I do believe that both of them is the founder of Skotadi. But I personally fear that Dark Core, most likely Infernus, would use it to their advantage should they lose.”
“And what leads you to draw that conclusion?” Maxwell asked him, feeling quite relieved that he believes what he does.
“Concerning Dark Core and/or Infernus? People like them always does. It’s why they love conspiracy theories.”
“In other words, they win then they are heroes, and if they lose then they are victims of a conspiracy.” Maxwell responded.
“Exactly.” Xavier responded. He then took a long sip of his glass of beer. (Both of them were drinking in the lobby since that’s the only place that Iverson would allow it on his ship.) The two of them were drinking because Iverson, doing his homework on Maxwell, knew that it was the only way for him to open up and to be honest.
“So what do you think that we should do?” Maxwell asked, feeling the buzz coming on. In some small way he was glad to have a drinking buddy. Or so he thought. Maxwell was the fool who didn’t understand what Lenkov, Omori and Iverson understood—a drunken fool talks too much but the wise only listen.
“Because of game theory we need to wait to see what they will, or won’t, do.”
“Agreed.” Maxwell responded as he took a long sip of his drink.
(4)
Infernus finally made it to his destination. It was a secret laboratory that nobody knew about except him and a few others. The place is abandoned (That was done several years ago at his request.) and it had only one single occupant—Michael Christianson. Although Infernus knew what nobody else knew (namely that Michael never died he just became his own creation and was then “eliminated” through military means), that Michael’s so-called clone was stored there, he also knew Michael well enough to know that chances are that he still had an ace up his sleeve. What that was, Infernus in the body of Captain Levine, was about to find out.
He walked towards his dark master the one who is the dark God to all clones of the most darkest of empires. The place was so cold with flickering lights that reveals all the evils of the most sinister of empires. The place was strangely clean but in this northern of latitudes, abandoned for so long, the cold reached deep into one’s psyche and pulled it out revealing all the darkness within. The madness within him compelled him forward to the room that he hoped will restore him to his former satanic glory.
He stood there trembling from the cold staring at the three foot (0.91 meter) container with a alpha-numerical button pad on it. And upon that container was a one foot (0.3 meter) tube with some green liquid in it. He then pushed the buttons not knowing what Michael Christianson has in store for him. As the green goo was leaking out on the floor the medium size dog that Infernus had with him started to whimper out of fear for what may comes next. Infernus then made the dog come closer to the goo only to watch as tentacles came out to “grab” the dog and began to consume it.
“I am Infernus! My code is F21-W84! Comply!” Infernus stated to the strange genetic monstrosity. It only nodded it’s “head.”
“More. Victims.” Michael, writing in the blood of the dog, wrote on the floor. Rather it is animal or human, Infernus knew he needed more to volunteer for the cause.
(5)
Maria was slowly walking towards Ramirez who was asleep and appeared to be having a bad dream. When she was close enough he woke up and looked at her. He had a deep concern in his eyes and could not look at her.
“Alex . . . what’s wrong?” She asked him.
“It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t appear that way.”
“I’ve been having this reoccurring dream about Omori and now . . . it’s getting to me. It’s always the exact same dream and I think that . . .” He trailed off not wanting to finish what he was about to say.
“You think what?”
“That I want to ask her something but . . . I never get a response. But I keep on feeling that I must know the answer that only she can provide.”
“So what did you wanted to ask her?”
“I my dream I had this strong sense of death. But I could never figure out from where was it coming from. Was it coming from me? From her? Something, or someone, else? I wish I knew. But that was not what I wanted to ask her. She was standing at a bar and I was approaching her from behind. She started to down a shot of liquor, she then stop, turned around, and looked at me. I then asked her when will all of this end. She then smiled and handed me the shot. But I didn’t want to take it. And then I woke up. Strange thing about it is . . . a name would come to me . . . and . . .”
“What was the name?”
“James Mitchell Scot. I couldn’t find any . . .” Ramirez was saying.
“Oh my god!” Maria responded out of shock.
“What, you know him?”
“Well not personally, but I remember Omori brought his name up once. She stated that he solved something about the Valkyrie Matrix.”
“What was it?”
“I don’t know. What I do know is that it nearly cost Sakura her life. James himself was never there but what I could gather is that unlocking its mysteries would somehow shed light upon this reality. Or Matrix if I remember what he was implying.”
“Matrix? So we’re all living in some type of a Matrix?”
”I don’t know. Most of what he was talking about was far to technical and philosophical for me to understand.”
“How did Omori take it?”
“From what I could gather she was trying to make a connection between computers and a calculator. Furthermore I didn’t understand her.”
“Oh . . . I think I understand what she may be trying to imply. That computers are just nothing more than a calculator whereas humans are not. We are not an algorithm nor are we something that could be placed inside a computer. The neural code that lies within our heads is not something that an abacus could replicate. And therefore we are not living in some type of Matrix.”
“I guess. Not unless someone could crack that neural code.” Maria responded. Alex, not liking the sound of that, walked off. He started to feel better until she said what she’d said. Now he needed a drink
and yet he didn’t understand why.
(6)
“Get the hell out of here . . . now!” The police officer yelled at the group of hold outs. He was the only one amongst them who was in the Skotadian military.
It was nighttime when the grey-Efiáltis struck the small town and they were showing no mercy. This one single police officer understood the cruel tactic of the enemy. Mess with their heads until they start losing it, then . . . finish them off. He had his hands full trying to keep the people alive at the same time trying to stop them from wasting ammo. Pushed back to a church he started to fear that the people would start to develop a false since of hope and would be wiped out.
The dark monsters kept on coming toying with the defenders. Attack! Retreat! Repeat! Was the rallying cry of the cruel monsters of hell. With them always coming within an ace of wiping out the defenders only to retreat. Their faces! Their eyes! Those horns! Their rage seemed like divine vengeance for a sin not yet committed nor understood. It was indeed strange that those demons had no weapons but it didn’t matter since it seemed like none of was ever touched by bullets nor luck of the defenders. For the defenders kept on shooting (at times almost non stop) and they got noting but waste of ammo for their wasted efforts.
“Go back to hell from which you came!” The preacher screamed as he ran out to defeat the demons with the cross and the Bible.
“You created us . . . human.” The Efiáltis spoke.
The other Efiáltis was overcome with joy that they had a new play thing. Crucifying the preacher on an upside down cross, and with some of them stating that the cross is a Roman trophy for victory and thus the upside down version must therefore represent defeat, they paraded him around the church until one of the defenders put him out of his misery. It only cause some of the Efiáltis to guffaw.
“We need help! We can’t stand this type of assault much longer!” The mayor yelled out. Trying to be something that she isn’t—a leader—she wanted to order someone to go and seek help. But she didn’t have the heart.
“I’m the only Skotadian here ma’am! I will go!” The police officer shouted out.
With the mayor blessing he left them to their own vices. He knew that it was a lost cause to defend them, but his training also told him to abandon the hopeless. (You may lose your life if you attempt to defend them.) But he couldn’t and yet his training was greater than his heart. So he left them to almost certain death.
“And the brave . . . the honorable . . . shall live!” The Efiáltis leader stated.
“And the rest shall be tormented to death!” Another Efiáltis responded. Both comments caused the rest of the murderous clone army to dance and to celebrate at the fate of the defenders.
(7)
“Yes! I’m back!” Infernus nearly screamed after he was restored to his “old” self.
“What do you wish of me . . . master?” The genetic beast, who caused so much grief to so many, asked his new master.
Infernus, in his new android body, only guffaw and said, “Now is the time to make these monkey-fuckers pay for their transgressions.” It only caused his new acolyte to smile.
(8)
“Can’t get enough of the Dawg?” Mad Dawg asked Vaistll who came for a visit.
“I came for advice.”
“Sure . . . whatever tickles your fancy.”
“Reports are coming in that a small town was overrun and everybody was massacred. One single police officer survived and he basically stated that a group of clones are the ones who are responsible for the attack.”
“So what is your point? Why are you telling me this? Why not inform Captain Maxwell? Or why not just handle it yourself?”
“First of all, Captain Maxwell isn’t here. He went to talk with Captain Iverson in person. Second of all . . .” She was saying.
“That bad uh.” He interrupted her.
“As I was fixing to say . . . I already showed him the evidence and he told me to show it you. He said that they look like the ones that you and your Marines . . .”
“What!? Why didn’t you say so in the first place!? Let me take a look at what you got.” He interrupted her. It was the second question that he ask her which only annoyed her. That is one thing that he is good at concerning her.
“So what do you think?” She asked him after he took a look at the data.
“You’re all going to die.”
“Well that’s not really reassuring.”
“You didn’t encounter them, but my Marines and I did. My best advice for you and what is left of your team is to leave.”
Vaistll then left not feeling much better but worse. She feared for her team more than ever but her honor couldn’t let just simply abandon Captain Maxwell. Besides, he is up there talking with Captain Iverson. So what could go wrong?
(9)
Satiated with victory the Efiáltis’ made the fatal error in attacking a military robotic base. Or maybe it was the retarded commands of one of the Dark Core members. (If he was still giving commands, Infernus would have put a stop to the assault.) If they could have succeeded in overwhelming the base they would have a clear shot at a major city and then the media would have no other choice but to take seriously that Dark Core has nobody best interest at heart other than their own. But with the demon army having a mud hole stomp out of them and begging for more (Somebody forgot the following, “If you think that the Skotadian military is tough . . . wait until you engage their robots.”), it made it too easy for the media to ignore it. As for Dark Core it put them in full-fledged panic mode. It did, unfortunately however, meant that neither Captain Maxwell nor what was left of Task Force ZH-3C could get any support from the masses. Worse still that base was neutralized. Technically it was a draw and yet nobody will ever know. Accept for Dark Core.
(10)
“We all are under a desperate situation. For there is no way out other than to reveal to the people of this world who Dark Core is and why it is in their best interest to resist them by any means necessary.” Captain Iverson said to Captain Maxwell.
As laboriously slow as it was both had to rely upon old fashion forms of Intel (Internet, the media, etc.). They then had to filter out the bad Intel from the good. Both of them was drinking because of the nature of the Internet. (Nothing but absurdities, conspiracies, and useless information.) The stress was starting to get to both of them and it showed.
“I know what you are going to say . . . but I still need to say it. We need to take out that damn cloning facility before it is too late.” Maxwell stated.
“This ship is no planetary bombardier. My people don’t have the skills to reprogram our arsenal.” Captain Iverson responded. He then took a long sip of his drink.
“No . . . but my people do.” Maxwell responded with a confident smile.
“You do know that if we do then we will . . . err, my people will be responsible for the radiation of this world?”
“Look at the Earth. By the mid part of the 1980s at least 2,000 nuclear tests took place. And let’s not forgot the fact that they also used thermonuclear weapons as well. And let’s not forget the nuclear accidents in the form of nuclear power plants. No wonder why it is called planet Earth. Earth, dirt, grave, Rymetece. So what’s a few? Does this ship even have 2,000 torpedoes?” Maxwell asked through his drunken stupor.
“And just how many of those nuclear tests where thermonuclear? And let’s not forgot about Fukushima Daiichi.”
“I didn’t know that you were willing to launch a hundred torpedoes at this world? Look there is no way for Dark Core to win if they know that we are willing to use this ship’s arsenal against them.”
“Look . . . they don’t care about this world or the people! That is what I am trying to get at.” Captain Iverson responded with the alcoholic buzz coming on.
“So we just let them win without having a plan B?”
“That’s not what I’m getting at!”
“Look . . . if you agree then I will let the media video tape my
people leaving that world and coming to this ship. Dark Core should be smart enough to know who they are. That would at least tell them what we are up to. That should throw their plans into confusion and that is how we will.”
“Yeah . . . alright.” Captain Iverson responded not sure if it will work.
Captain Maxwell’s plan worked a little well. Dark Core turned against one another (as well as blaming Infernus for not being there) and neither one will talk to one another until everything that occurs upon that world is over. As for both captains they knew that it will take quite some time before the right people are on board Captain Iverson’s ship.
(11)
The media has just lost all creditability upon that world. Once, so long ago, with CGI and voice changing software (combined with the media having no creditability) being so advanced that it could fool a person into believing that they are looking at a real person, the media was eventually replaced with that technology. The elites of that day fell in love with the propaganda potential of the technology. It took one hundred-and-fifty years before people could replace the technology. And now, upon Golden Hyperion, it appears that once more the old technology will make a comeback. And this time around no one will believe that humans will ever be in the driver’s seat again.
The people of Golden Hyperion heard about the monsters who destroyed the small town and then attacked a robotic outpost. Because the media have no creditability it allowed all sorts of conspiracy theories to abound. But despite that, even the conspirators had to, out of fear of becoming a victim, admit the truth that Dark Core was on the warpath with all those who stood against them. But Dark Core wasn’t the slightest bit worried. For they knew the most uncomforting truth about the people—whatever my neighbor does, that is what I am going to do. So nothing changes and a possible victory will pass the people by. More proof that hope demands a sacrifice of blood and treasure.
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