This is stupid, another one died! Why? WHY?!? I've tried every trick in the book <I wrote the book> and nothings working. Over and over and over, failure after failure after failure. I'm starting to lose hope that this is even possible.
I've tried to argue with them, to let me look for the subjects myself, but they are rather adamant on not letting me out of this prison. Heck, we don't even have windows here! But now.....the amount of deaths is sickening myself, even though the other scientists here don't care, I certainly do.
I gotta get back. The neural dehibitor test is coming up. I gotta be ready for it.
Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is... He's called the Busdriver!
Another failure! The neural dehibitor was too overpowered.. Blew the very synapses right off connectors.
The inspection AI stopped by and asked how things were going. As I knew that he would just wrestle it
from all of my files and folders that I have kept in my safe <its a good thing they don't know where the others are>
I told him of the repeated failures. The AI shook his head and said that if this string of
failure continued, I would probably be cast out and dishonored, but most likely executed.
I had made the AI several years ago from a young honorable pilot on his deathbed, and he was
kind enough to tell me that the emperor was planning to execute him anyway, that you knew
too much about the study I was working on. I thanked him, then told him that it is safer to
erase the previous comments. He nodded, then vanished.
I sat down, knowing that he was still here. I waited and waited, then slowly acted as if I
was sleeping. I slyly turned my head to the side and saw that my network traffic scanner that
I had acquired
from Rhineland was blinking. Good, I thought. He's gone.
Turns out later, I found out he had taken my stuff. I returned later to see that he had
overwhelmed my security and had taken all of my reports. He probably did this on orders.
I however, know that there was absolutely noway off this station <which was piloted only by
me and 3 other colleagues> It was the emperors command that imprisons me in this ship.
There is no dispute. I am NOT Kusarian. I grew up quietly in Bretonian space. However,
I had an aunt that lived in Kusari at the time before the war began. I had scheduled a trip
to visit her, that the Kusari grabbed me and took me.
I had no idea at the time that Bretonia and Kusari were dancing at each others heels, that
they were preparing for a war that required the others first movement. I didn't know. I don't
read the news. Its too full of who wears what and a hurricane does this and a ship does
that and all of those useless facts that are not needed by those who don't care about it.
It felt so long ago. Two years ago, standing in an elevator shaft, waiting for it to reach the bottom floor. A whiff of smoke, and out light a light. At that time, all artificial intelligences
were procured by Ageria technologies in design, where as I made my own using the sad
little equipment I had. I was only 16 at the time, and even though my young age had brought
me to be the little hacker I was, I was far more mature of others my age. While they plinked
around with their girlfriends in school, I studied college manuals on computers. While they
worried about fashion, I constructed my first Artificial intelligence. I became as
emotionless as the very first constructs I had made.
That was 2 years ago. And when I visited my aunt in Kyushu <my parents died, I lived off an
orphanage in Leeds> they nabbed me. Apparently someone went through the old folders and
realized that their technology, while great compared to everyone else, could expand so much
higher. So, me and 3 other of Kusari's best, quiet, scientists were rushed off to A hidden
station in Shikoku, unknown to anyone but a few of the high command and the emperor himself.
I was normally a pacifist. If anyone reacted violently to me, then all I did was make their
life pure torture, those dreamless mindless wrecks in that school that made my life hell. But I couldn't even have prevented this.
When I woke, I found myself here. In the middle of no-where in a place i had never seen
before. I was amazed. Kusari had loaded a station with their best equipment out there!
There was enough processing power needed to power the whole fleet. I asked them what it was
for, they said it was for me. I wish I hadn't listened to that old scientist. He told me
that I had been taken from my home in Leeds and moved out here. He told me that a part of
the Kusari Intelligence went to scanning the surrounding areas for the brilliant of mind.
I couldn't believe him. I have had much stranger dreams than this, one of them including a
train in a world made of Egg rolls. This wasn't a dream. They told me if I didn't work for
them I would die.
I told them that I would rather die than betray my homeland. He reasoned with me, I didn't
have a homeland. He showed records. My parents were not Bretonian. In fact, they had no idea
what they or I was even at all. But all I did was continue to spew standard defense for my
country.
Then he dropped the bomb. My family had never been to Bretonia. I was found in
an empty ship near Leeds, with the pilot cockpit torn off the front, like large fingers from
a giant that was never seen before. The reason they had found me was because of my
abnormal I.Q. during on of the undercover searches. Maybe that was what started the war,
presence of Kusari in Bretonia.
They had fabricated a last name and gave me an aunt. I took the bait and took the next flight
to Kusari. Then they got me.
I asked, "If I am not Kusari, then why go through all of this to bring me here?" They
responded "I will not lie kid, you know more about the subject we are studying than anyone
here. You have personal experience with something that we haven't even been able to prove
yet."
True. The existence of Auia was my own invention and discovery. The word Auia was taken off
from a very old book that I had read from the library. I had discovered myself, that the
form of technology could become one as the human mind, that it was similar to what the
churches called a Soul, well, a close approximation of a soul anyway.
I agreed. If there were to ties to link me to this past, then so be it. I will research
for these people. See what I can learn. But in the end, I learn for myself, not for them.
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 3
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
3 days have passed since I lasted responded. It was quiet, one of the scientists in the cafeteria asked where the old man was. I didn't know. But we found him dead in the engine room. It appeared to be a malfunction. An automated gun had misfired and mistook him for an intruder, blowing his head off in a shower of blood, seeping into the linoleum. This panicked me and the other scientists. One of the others ran back into his room. I never saw him alive again.
That left just me here.
I...must admit....I panicked really badly and ran into the R&D department. I grabbed the syringe gun and pulled out some of my more dangerous chemicals.
Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is... He's called the Busdriver!
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 4
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
I barely made that one out alive. I have so many worries right now. I'm sitting in the middle of an asteroid field, fleeing from these pirates following me. Crap, this is worse than when.... well best not dwell on the past.
Here's how it went.
When I got to the small lane hacker outpost somewhere in Manhattan, I explain quickly as I could what was transpiring. I told him that if I could stay here for but a moment and refuel, I can fix advanced electronics, cook, even scrub the floor for heaven sakes!
He laughed, then asked who I was running from. I said I didn't know, but they were in Kusari. He asked me if I was followed, and I said definitely so. He immediately pulled out his pistol and set his guards on me, I would have been dead if it wasn't for a an alarm that sounded. They hesitated, then I flew. <I'm a good runner>
So long story short I got off, and he thought that by having me here would draw them in. And they certainly did. A large amount of ships of Kusarian design attacked the base. A HUGE quantity. Not a normal search and rescue. Well, they were searching for the Kusari transport ship I was using,
but I grabbed one of the pirate ships instead. that thing was much more maneuver able then I was used to and as such, did numerous circles in mid-air.
I fled, but I wonder what has happened to the pirate base? I certainly did not want to disrupt these people's lives, so I didn't call for aid on the public channel, where the LSF were patrolling nearby. The 2 factions danced back and forth, but by now I had far fled the scene.
Now the only problem I have is my food supply. The only direction I have to go is along a side path to Bretonia, I'm sure a lane hacker ship will show up as noticeable on an LSF planet, and these things aren't exactly equipped with food for a long journey. <short range fighter>
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 5
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
Finally made it back. It was a long trip to Leeds. I found my old hidey hole, behind one of the old factories; they tore it down.
Nothing is left. Now I truly have nothing, except the white lab coat I'm wearing. I don't look like I'm a local, I better buy something. But, dang it. All I have is this fighter I stole from the lane hackers. No matter.
<The device has been turned off>
<The device has been turned on>
Well I sold the ship. Old Marcus doesn't miss a beat. He gave me a good deal. Once, I laughed at him that I would be a fugitive from the law. What was he thinking? I'm not a fugitive from the law I said, but then he showed me an article that was pulled from his office credenza. It was a list of traitors, my leaving to Kusari was noticed, and they gave me 6 months to return. Then they labeled me as a spy.
I chuckled. My luck had gone from bad to worse. Oh well.
Well, I'm going back to the school down near the Housing district, see if I can't make sense of all of this.
Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is... He's called the Busdriver!
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 6
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
They found me again! They must have known I was coming back here. So, naturally, I fled. I'm getting better at this. I managed to slip between 2 of the armed forces while they were walking down the sidelines by 2 Kusarians. I don't think they like that much. Well, now that they are gone,
I will return to the school in disguise. there are certain things that I must see too.
But the school is certain to have more people in it. They knew that I was coming for it, so I must assume that they are still looking for me. I need to find a safer location, but I have to set something out first....
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 7
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
I was.....misled, to say the least.
I rechecked the dates from the library AND the orphanage. Turns out those 2 goons were the only ones here. I think.
I was indeed of unknown origin, and no I didn't have an aunt. Some of the old professors welcomed me back.
I rechecked the library's computer, and found that the symbol I tore off the dead inspector at the station was one of the underground rings were not registered in the Kusari government. In fact, they didn't seem to register at all. I took a picture of it with the neural net. I don't even see why I need the thing, but who knows? I could trade it in for something fancy.
And my portable AI found something interesting. Apparently one of the professors down in R and D took up my study in a human genome project had underwent while I was being imprisoned at who-knows-where. If found it because someone noted my research, but it didn't label any discoveries. Nor do I think there is anything that I can learn from it that I didn't already know.
The only thing on the report, was the nature of the experiment, and the name of the intended person. Kyle Stark. Doesn't ring a bell.
Genomes however,.......that rings a bell. The erm.......'benefactors' that held me in Shikoku had asked me to um, 'look into' that area. I smiled lightly. It was just like them to undergo the research in gene manipulation, what, now that they realize that they actually have the technology to do so. I might make that a little side project later, now that I have my freedom. To find out what everyone else is planning.
I must return. I don't know how many of the thugs are here, but one person in the corner is watching me strangely.
Maybe I'm just getting jumpy.
Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is... He's called the Busdriver!
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 8
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
I rented a small apartment in the housing district. Its next to the library, and I can keep an eye on any strange activities going on nearby. It comes with a crappy connections deal, but its better than nothing. Now that I'm 'safe' here, I don't know what to do. I could go find a job, or I could go and revenge the other scientists. I don't think so, those merciless monsters don't deserve the name human. Killing others for knowledge, ugh, I can't believe I was suckered into doing that for 2 years. Talk about disillusionment.
Soooo.....
I have decided to follow up on the research of that old professor. His name is Mr. Heusen . Interesting name, not local, should be easy to track.
I went down into the library, to see if there is any more information about it, but they didn't keep any information about it on this campus. Apparently this is just a branch on law school, but it did have the address of the main campus, but we found a discrepancy in the real address and the posted address. The real address was listed on a private email found in someone's private folders. the not publicly displayed address. Interestingly enough, there's a top secret research facility nearby a forest next to Mr. Heusen's house.
Speaking of which, his house is in New London. But I don't have a ship any more. Damn.
It looks like I have to get my self a ship. Oh joy.
It was hard enough to convince ol' Marcus to buy my ship. I have enough supplies to last me a couple of months. I'll bolt down here until I can find one.
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 9
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
I went to the shipyard and found the dealer there. He was trading to some large woman with close to immaculate clothing that was talking about the price on something uninteresting. When she was done, she turned and left in a huff. I walked up to the dealer and asked if there were any ships for sale.
He showed me a bunch of them, all of them too pricey and large for what I needed. Then he showed me another hanger and another bunch of ships. He said that there was a new addition yesterday and that it was for sale.
Turns out it was a spatial, and I bought it with a really good deal! The lane hacker ship sold for a relatively good sum because it was loaded with those lane hacker codies. I wanted to study them more, but eating and shelter comes first.
I bought the ship, it came with a couple of rail guns and moderate shields. No batteries though, I don't have enough money for any of those. But it came free with a load of nanobots. Thats nice of the seller.
Now, I think I'll go to New London now. See what I can scrounge up.
Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is... He's called the Busdriver!
COM LOG//NEURAL NET ENTRY 10
Portable Edition/ Load name Ian
PASSWORD:***********
PASSWORD Correct
<The audio snaps on in a small click, then the camera activates. The room isn't very well lit, and a shadow keeps the camera from showing the features of the owner. All that is seen without question is that a pair of sandles are lain across a desk, with someone sitting in a chair, easing back.>
Well, I'm back. I went to the college. -
The guardsmen were a bit confused by my lack of paperwork, but I managed to talk myself inside.
Turns out that the good doctor lives in a larger house than I had expected. Perhaps the pay
for my research benefited him as well. Too bad he wasn't there. He is currently working for the
Bretonian army working on another experimental project. It wasn't listed though. But there will be plenty of time to pick his mind. <despite the fact that I am now a fugitive from the law>
Now, I'm not sure if I should reveal myself to him yet, you see, we never really liked each other
because of our difference in opinions about human rights during these experiments. He was more
towards the humanitarian side of things, was too concerned about their feelings in my opinion.
Now I see his point. Too many have died under my hands. But, if I could just get his notes, I can
find out what I did wrong!
Too bad stealing college classified materials is a offense worthy of hanging.
But I have a plan. Plus materials
Let see, I can't exactly waltz right into a store and buy equipment needed to break into
classified documents, steal what I need, then walk right out without trouble.
I guess I could head back to that freaking station again. I wonder if they have abandoned it?
...its worth a shot. I don't know where to find it but this spacial has good scanners so....I'll look for it, but not go into it. Its too soon since I've left, they'll post someone there at least.
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