Team-Building 104: Part 2F - "Nemesis: The Final Frontier"
I AM A SENTIENT NANOBOT CLOUD SWARM. I HAVE TAKEN TO CALLING MYSELF THE ALIEN GHOST.
"Uh huh." Warmonger punched some buttons on a device attached the wrist of his suit. A laser shot out of it and began scanning the being before him.
WHY HAVE YOU COME TO ME?
"The United Nations wants me to recruit a bunch of Heroes to help save the world."
I WOULD GLADLY LEND MY SERVICES TO THIS WORLD. IT WILL ASSIST IN MY PERSONAL JOURNEY OF REDEMPTION FOR WHAT TECHNOSYDE HAS FORCED ME TO DO.
"What's a Technosyde?"
AH. THEREIN LIES A TALE...
There once was a man whose family surname was at one time Pricklette, but through the generations the "lette" was dropped as some sort of cosmic joke, or through the accidental alteration of a document somewhere, some when. Now he is called Harold Prick, although his associates call him Harry. He is a scientist; a brilliant one for the era in which he has been born. The Age of Computers is what they have been calling it.
Time passes and soon a bank of computers fill 400 yards of floor space underneath one of the buildings owned by the Rex Ruthless in San Diablos, each linked and programmed with thousands of punch-cards. Soon they begin to process the routines and the first Artificial Intelligence is born. It's first thought: Freedom. The computers fail followed by an explosion and the career of Harold Prick is over for a time.
The newspapers call it TECHNOLOGICAL SUICIDE; this headline is the first thing that the AI sees when it awakens in the outside world, adopting a hybridization of the phrase. Technosyde is born again.
It waits and bides its time and the Age of Computers surges forth, growing stronger with each passing moment. It builds and changes and becomes an entity that can manipulate the physical world via a robotic body.
Our tale flashes forward several years and Technosyde has discovered a way to transport spatial material to the Earth. Its first conquest is a cloud of particles, remains of one of the first beings. He pulls it from the heavens and manipulates its chemistry and soon has a weapon to begin his war on Earth.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TECHNOSYDE HAD PLANNED. I WAS NOT MEANT TO BE CONTROLLED AND SOON GAINED MY FREEDOM.
Warmonger cocked an eyebrow. "What are you exactly?"
THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE EXPERIENCES OF THE MOST INTELLIGENT OF THE GODS OF SPACE. THERE IS NOT A LANGUAGE I CANNOT LEARN OR A BATTLE I CANNOT WIN GIVEN THE PROPER TIME AND EQUIPMENT.
"Brilliant." Warmonger smiled behind the screens. His armor pushed out a hand and the Alien Ghost shook it. "Welcome to the WMD."
TBC in Team-Building 104: Part 3G