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Conforming the Enemy
Ave The Commander was hailed as he entered the command room of the WV-Ambriamus. The ship is ready for departure, the Ambriamus is being attached to the Mars for the Offensive in Omicron Zeta. This deployment is a field test for the AI developments which our very own vessel sport as of today. Captain Crow Nelson stared past the corporate representative. He never wanted the AI augments on his ship. He had read the reports from the start of the surface raids on planet Gammu. Entire squads of marines closed off by a single door never to be heard from again. No bodies or blood to be found until trap scans showed electrified floors and a drop out floor to a pit of corpses. Corporate command never bothered to retrieve the bodies. With the dissolving of the main fleets after the disappearance of Guildmaster Daniels my ship was lured back to Durban and held hostage while you drove an AI up her rear end. Just so you can breath down our necks you gave a stealth ship to an AI that was meant to kill humans outright. Have you lost your goddam minds? Crow grabbed the representative by his collar and pushed him away. Get off my bridge. Crow moved to his captains chair as the unneeded personnel was ushered off the bridge.
He noticed they had changed it. Where sat a standard bridge chair now stood a throne cut into a pyramid like structure. Crow circled the structure, looking up when he heard a voice.[**Ave, Captain Nelson. I am your onboard support AI---- B.R.I.D.G.E and will be cooperating with you and your crew from now on. Before you is your new bridge command chair, with it you will be able to integrate with the B.R.I.D.G.E **]Crow looked at the throne as if in contemplation but he was already decided. Absolutely nothing would change his mind. No, that thing looks ridiculous. [**You will be able to connect through your cybernetics you already have equipped. You will be able to have a close understanding with the condition of your vessel, such as fuel, power, ammunition levels, water, oxygen levels, flight control, and local radar awareness between the Ambriamus and the Core Corporate Fleet..**] Well hot dam, I get to be the ship? [**For all case and purposes. Yes, Captain Nelson. Are you ready to depart? The Mars await us at Capetown.**]Crow climbed the stairs to his new chair and took a seat. He found there was imprints to place his cybernetic legs, and forearms into. As he did he could hear clicking as they became locked into place, fully connecting with the throne.
The next few moments passed like days for Crow as he was lead through a simulation as to control the Ambriamus at the unwilling and unwanted courtesy of the AI. He could see statistics and counts of everything before his eyes but there was no screen before him. As the WV-Ambriamus set out from Durban Station, Crow felt as if he was truly flying for the first time. He felt he had become degraded in his mind and body. Sealed to a coffin, dammed to be a machine, dammed to be a slave. The way he felt as he moved cannons as if they were waves of his hand, or the way he turned the ship as if turning his head. Hearing radio signals as if someone was talking to him in the same room. Crow felt as though he was becoming less human by the minute as he felt as though he had become the Ambriamus itself. As he set course for Capetown Station in Omicron Zeta. He noticed, that if he listened carefully, it always seemed there was a distant, heavy rain. Somewhere else. From someone else.
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