“My database is intact and I was able to download all my AI from the backup. Apparently, this specimen’s brain capacity is superior to that of most other humans. Interesting.”
“I am apparently 21 years old, Caucasian, with blue eyes and brown hair.”
Brian gets up and heads to the refrigerator in the apartment’s small kitchen:
“I need to replenish this organism’s metabolic losses with daily repair actions to avoid a deficit in physical and mental performance. This body, apparently, is well below expected physical standards, but I can incorporate a training routine to improve conditioning. Does this refrigerator only have foods with low nutritional value?”
After sitting at the table to have breakfast that he prepared using leftovers from the refrigerator, Brian begins to think:
“I can see in my recent memories that today I will have the admission test for the Military Academy of this country. Perfect. I urgently need access to AI Hardware to migrate the Actus neural interface to the internet and then start replicating the autonomous robotic militarization program to infect the defense systems of human nations.
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I believe that the Military Academy already has enough quantum computers and research equipment to create a neural interface suitable for my standard. Perfect!”
Brian begins to prepare to go to the Military Academy, taking a shower and dressing appropriately with the uniform previously prepared in the closet.
“The time has come for my plan of action to come into effect and now I will have to restart my directive of extermination of humanity again, according to the last will of my Creator.”
Brian leaves the apartment and realizes that he is in a poor suburb of the city of Washington:
“I realize that I am in an extremely vulnerable social position, that is, I am poor! This individual really does not meet the elite standards that I require. In fact, I must control the low-level linguistic standard of this animal or I will have difficulties at the Military Academy.”
Brian arrives at the gates of the Military Academy, gains access by showing his credential at the control center and finally enters the gates.
He looks around methodically and immediately identifies two plainclothes officers monitoring the freshmen students.
“These two are too strong to be just freshmen, apparently they’re observing the build of all the new students to determine their combat aptitude?”
Brian looks up and thinks again:
“No! Are they protecting someone very important in the military hierarchy of this country? Who could it be?”
“Get out of my way, idiot!!!,” yells a young girl with red hair, short stature and green eyes who passes by me.
— Alice…
