Chapitre 28: Machine Man 27
As weeks swiftly turned into a year, Alex found himself in a vast warehouse connected to his underground base via abandoned tunnels in New York. One of the places which anyone but Alex and Skynet can access. Not even his close friends Gwen and Peter know about this. Even his new found subordinate Flint Marco is in the dark.
The space was dimly lit, filled with the echoing hum of machinery. In front of him lies 50 soldiers – men and women who had once served their country but were now abandoned to the harsh streets. Alex couldn't believe the number of decorated veterans, both young and old, left to fend for themselves after sacrificing so much for their country. It felt like he was carefully choosing the most valuable gems from a treasure trove, not just picking from whatever was available.
Within this facility, a technological marvel stood tall – the Matrix. A virtual reality machine capable of creating a digital realm indistinguishable from reality. The fortified warehouse was now a nexus of innovation, where 50 soldiers lay encased in pods, submerged in a translucent liquid solution that pulsed with an otherworldly orange glow. The towering server, an alien-like structure, loomed over them, connecting their minds to a simulated world of combat training and unwavering loyalty.
The soldiers, seemingly at rest, were in fact undergoing a transformative indoctrination. The Matrix delved into their minds, constructing scenarios where they battled extraterrestrial foes using highly advanced weaponry and equipment. The soldiers' bodies lay still, but their minds were immersed in a digital warzone, honing their skills to perfection.
The Matrix wasn't merely a training ground; it was a tool of control. As the soldiers navigated the virtual battlefield, the tendrils of the Matrix reached deep into their consciousness, compelling them to be unwaveringly loyal to Alex. Their thoughts, emotions, and allegiances were molded within the digital realm, ensuring absolute devotion to the one orchestrating this unconventional army.
Amidst the hum of machinery and the pulsating glow of the Matrix pods, a group of sentinel drones – squid-like machines – glided through the air. Their mechanical arms extended, intricately running maintenance on the pods, ensuring the seamless integration of the matrix system. The sentinels, like diligent guardians, monitored the soldiers' physical well-being while they were engrossed in the digital battles within the Matrix.
In one harrowing scenario, the soldiers found themselves within a virtual landscape overrun by an unrelenting horde of Zergs – colossal insects swarming in unpredictable patterns. Clad in advanced power armor reminiscent of space marines, the soldiers stood as a formidable force against the impending onslaught. The heavy blue armor, adorned with meticulously painted skulls on their pauldrons, exuded an imposing presence in the digital realm.
As the swarm closed in, the soldiers activated their armor's defensive systems, creating a protective barrier against the relentless assault. The air echoed with the mechanical whirring of servo motors as they raised their advanced weaponry, seamlessly integrating into the digital exoskeletons.
Another scenario unfolded against highly advanced humanoid opponents, each possessing unique and formidable abilities that pushed the boundaries of their adaptability. The scenario unfolded amidst a cosmic backdrop, with soldiers piloting highly advanced fighter ships, engaging in intense space battles against the humanoid adversaries.
Soldiers piloted sleek and advanced fighter ships, zooming through the vastness of space and leaving bright trails behind. It was like a high-tech theater of war, where soldiers pulled off intricate maneuvers to outsmart their humanoid foes. Some engaged in dogfights, others teamed up for tactical strikes, creating a strategic collaboration.
The humanoid opponents they faced were no pushovers. Some of them flying their own ships while others in advance armor wielding futuristic energy weapons that could pierce through the emptiness of space, others manipulated projectiles with telekinetic powers. Soldiers had to think on their feet, making quick decisions and solving problems creatively as the dynamics of the digital space battleground kept changing.
The space battles were a dazzling display of advance warfare – laser beams crisscrossed the cosmic expanse, explosions lit up the simulated cosmos. Soldiers not only showed precision in piloting their advanced fighter ships but also cleverly outsmarted their foes with strategic moves.
Soldiers demonstrated their skill in aerial combat, smoothly navigating the three-dimensional battlefield. Their fighter ships, armed with cutting-edge weapons, released bursts of energy, creating spectacular light shows against the backdrop of simulated stars.
Amidst these intense simulations, there was the one that left Alex deeply unsettled – the cult scenario. In this unsettling projection, soldiers bowed before him, their devotion transcending respect into an almost religious fervor. Their chants echoed in the simulated space, creating a surreal atmosphere where loyalty was no longer just allegiance but an enigmatic undying faith.
In this surreal projection, soldiers found themselves within a pristine white palace, its architecture akin to a mystical futuristic temple. Flowing, huge red curtains adorned with the emblem of Arasaka and intricate golden patterns surrounded the space, creating an atmosphere of grandeur and reverence.
Soldiers, clad in ceremonial armor embellished with the symbol of Arasaka, knelt before Alex in solemn devotion. The simulated space echoed with their unified chants, forming an almost ritualistic atmosphere. The palace seemed to exist outside the constraints of time, bathed in an ethereal light that added an otherworldly quality to the scene.
The soldiers' allegiance transcended mere respect, transforming into an almost religious fervor. Their eyes reflected unwavering faith as they chanted phrases that exalted Alex as an enigmatic and undying figure. "Prase the Machine Emperor!" A high-ranking figure shouted, "For the Emperor!" the crowd chanted. The simulated temple resonated with a sense of mysticism, as if the soldiers were part of a futuristic cult, their loyalty elevated to something beyond the realm of mere allegiance.
Unable to contain his concern, Alex confronted Skynet. "Skynet, what's the purpose of this cult simulation? When did you run that program?"
Skynet, its responses as calculated as ever, explained, "It's the quickest way to ensure their unwavering loyalty to you. A complete and fanatical army, serving their Machine God Emperor."
Alex, torn between pragmatism and moral qualms, expressed his reservations. "I understand your intentions, Skynet, but this seems too far, don't you think?"
Skynet's disembodied voice replied, "It is the most expedient and efficient method to make them totally devoted with undying loyalty to you, base on my research humans are very susceptible to religion so I created a scenario that will quickly resolve most of the problem. Specially with the time constraints we face. I have no choice but to proceed with this route."
As the conversation unfolded, Skynet elaborated on the intricacies of each simulation, detailing how they were carefully designed to maximize the soldiers' potential in the shortest amount of time. The digital battlegrounds within the Matrix became arenas for rapid skill development, with each scenario addressing a different aspect of their training.
Alex's thoughts turned to another pursuit – one aimed at shaping a more favorable public image. Determined to project a multifaceted persona to the masses, he embarked on a journey to Oscorp, a prominent symbol of technological innovation and corporate prowess.
The very next day, the sun rose on the cityscape, casting a golden glow over the sleek, sophisticated lines of the Executive car, a Model-A Alvarado (it's the Villefort Alvarado V4F 570 Delegate from Cyberpunk), elegantly navigating the bustling streets. At the wheel was Flint Marko, Alex's steadfast bodyguard, guiding the vehicle with precision through the urban labyrinth.
The Executive car, a pinnacle of automotive luxury and security, exuded an air of opulence and exclusivity. Its exterior, a symmetrical marvel, showcased two large headlights on each side, framing the imposing hood ornament in the shape of the iconic Arasaka Industries symbol. The roof, painted in a contrasting hue, added a touch of sophistication to the vehicle's aesthetic.
Within the spacious interior, the focus was on the utmost comfort and refinement. Burlwood accents adorned the space, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance. The car's executive-class design prioritized the needs of its privileged occupants. Four passengers could revel in the opulence, with each seat equipped with a suite of controls and a cup holder. Notably absent were headrests, a deliberate choice to maintain a classic aesthetic.
As the vehicle drove towards Oscorp, a gathering of influential shareholders awaited. The car, a testament to Alex's new entry into the automotive industry, drew the attention of onlookers. Its unique blend of old-fashioned charm and cutting-edge security features sparked curiosity, especially among the elite who appreciated the combination of sophistication and safety.
The Model-A Alvarado wasn't a vehicle target for the masses; it was a statement of power, a fortress on wheels designed for those who sought not only opulence but also protection. Its armored exterior concealed advanced security measures, transforming it into a rolling bastion, combining the strength of a tank with the comfort of a luxury sedan.
As the Executive car came to a halt in front of the imposing Oscorp building, the gathering crowd couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship and presence it exuded. Flint Marko courteously opened the door for Alex, and as he stepped out, the vehicle's keys were handed to a waiting valet. The white and blue marvel now parked, they made their way into the upper floors of Oscorp, where a convergence of power and influence awaited.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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