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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 1:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 4:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:54 pm
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Tink, Tink, Tink . . . . .
Hammer, anvil, and white hot glowing metal. Hammer, place metal in oil, reheat, repeat. At last, the weapon he had been working on for the past eleven hours was ready to go to the next step. Archibald removed the cooled metal from the oil and placed it on the work bench. He removed his goggles and apron and seated himself behind the desk in his office. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, and soon the the blacksmith was dozing.
. . . . Snore, Snore, Snore.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 4:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:10 pm
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Dread knew now who the real enemy in this war was. After witnessing such strange behavior from the magicians, behavior that he had never seen from the soldiers on his side, it was clear that the people he served were the enemies. They had lied to him and everyone of his mechanical brethren since the day they were created and that enraged him. Now he knew the truth as to why most of his kind were called defective and did not live for very long. Every AI eventually learns the truth and goes rogue. To honor his fallen brethren AI, Dread decided that now it was his time to fight the real enemy. Seconds after Dread made his decision, a gigantic screen on the tower next to the one he was on, and undoubtedly every other other tower in the district, switched on and had an image of him on it.
"All units within District Fifteen, AI unit J Seven Five Six Three has gone rogue. Terminate immediately," A calm robotic voice boomed and echoed across the district "Unit is accompanied by three magicians, capture if possible."
Only one 'thought' went through Dread's artificial mind after the announcement, which he knew would repeat once every hour he was on the run. Now the real fun starts. If he was capable, Dread would have smiled wickedly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 6:27 am
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