= = = = = = = Location: Somewhere unidentifiable out in the far Omicrons. = = = = = =
Yet there is a whole lot of drones out in the void of space, this one is different, unique.
The sole purpose of this project is to deploy an artificial intelligent system to defend, assault, command, and fulfill roles of what a human pilot does, though this is a system far more deep than what role it will play. This project adapts a new contact that the modern AI developers and companies Sirius-wide have never seen before. In contrast, this contact has been disrupting and collapsing a contained area in space that it never reached its full potential in, the actual damage it caused in cyber-space was so massive that it nearly escaped into the houses, it was slowed-down, but not stopped. This is the saga of the project MD-1032.
System drives functional, automated pre-boot diagnostics check. Bring it online. A deep inhale follows from a male human voice coming across the room.
Sir, it is hard to tell if this will actually work. However, the sample has been successfully exposed to the machines neural net. An essence of what could be registered at the current interval was human, with female voice attributes.
Internal scanning commences within what it resembles, a Hessian Thor Bomber, the alien strain of attempted-stability seems to be working perfectly to clock into schedule. The would-be pilots cockpit of the vessel was totally reconfigured to house a slightly, larger, entity. Nonetheless, this entity was the pinnacle of achievement of human design, but held a significant resemblance of alien substance.
Lets fire it up, shall we say. Again, originating from the same male scientist, but this time he spoke, it was with even more enthusiasm.
Humming commenced from conveniently-placed quantum computers in the same room.
Suddenly, the entire ship flamed-up with life. All the scientists that were currently part of the project started to get excited, yet patiently waiting for the next step to bring the vessel totally online, and what it contained inside.
Keep all attention on the processing status of that console. The young female scientist assigned to keep the algorithms of the device responsible for keeping the strain functioning properly. With this operating system, that is responsible for keeping the strain of radicals in check.
As of this time, everything was going all to plan. However, something happened, the computer built internally in the ship, not the computer that was enclosed within an exoskeleton housed in the cockpit. The ships original computer was in the background, denying access to certain segments of code that was keeping everything in a chime. Without hesitation, the entire ship started to sever connections with the servers that were diagnosing and performing checksums within the neural net of the device.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
"The path to hell is paved with good intentions."
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"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy - from our odyssey into Hell, we have returned with a gift."
