TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Well I'd be happy to send in bigger orders, or I'm sure LoE would. Somebody!
EDIT: Nvm
EDIT: Nvm
INES III: Storm Tapestry
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germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Yeah... I am finally back in front of my computer, the trip and meetings in Alabama took longer than expected.
I will have some quick orders in a few minutes after I catch up in the social groups.
I will have some quick orders in a few minutes after I catch up in the social groups.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Hey Germanicus, I'd recommend you read that PM I sent you as soon as you can. Preferably before anything else. 
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Hey thanks.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Daniel walked with an accelerated gait through the upper levels in the halls of the Ministry of Defense, on his way to see the PM regarding a briefing or debriefing or possibly both. The fruits of the project were many.
The doors of his office were old according to the housekeeper, the wood from the time of the Gunpowder plot, renovated many times to keep them in a somewhat useable conditions. One had to be of gentle touch when handling them, much like with Blacktyde. He paused before them to catch his breath, he wouldn't be late after all. Mentally preparing himself for a second in case he was in one of his dark moods he opened one of the double doors.
Quietly entering he walked over to an exquisite green leather chair across the PMs workdesk and sat on it. The window in his office with the general view of London showed that it was raining heavily, the drops on the window racing in order to get to the bottom as he would put it. Lightning storms served as the backdrop to their meeting. He wondered if Gabriel mirrored the weather, he always had his own brainstorms when the weather was like this.
He turned his view from the window to him. He still hasn't spoken to him. The gin bottle on his table was three quarters full, which could be good or bad, depending of course if it was his first or second bottle. Gabriel tapped furiously at his foldable and stretchable PDA from Cambridge Nanoscience center. It was a transparent electronic sheet basically, self-cleaning by repelling dirt and other particles, folding and stretching into any desired shape or form and it charged from integrated solar cells on the nanite scale across the device. Equipped or connected with various sensors it allowed him to make several critical choices without his presence.
Suddenly he stopped, his finger hovering in mid-air in a rare moment of indecision and lifting his head towards Daniel.
"Ah, old boy? What do you have for me?" he asked.
"The report on GG assembly. It has been completed. The packages are on their way." Daniel handed him the written report, incredibly old-fashioned, almost archaic in this age, but a throwback for security reasons or so it was said.
He skimmed over it and nodded to himself, a thin smile appearing on the edge of his mouth and then suddenly disappearing. Finally a sigh out of him and a strong look like he lamented the whole affair.
"Daniel do you understand the potential of the technology in our hands?" he asked with a soul weary look in his eyes.
"Not entirely sir. Only the basics, every time I think I figured out what it is for a new use or application comes along." Daniel replied honestly, it seemed like the best choice, he looked too tired for his famous table smashing and skull crushing rages.
"Here, accept this then. I had it made to shed some light on those still living the dark. Half of the globe really." Gabriel typed something quickly into his PDA and Daniel received a document on his own PDA. He brought it up and read the summary on the panel on the left.
Feel like a moron because folks sling around words like "Universal Constructor," "gray goo," "mecanocarbons," and "Bucky tubes"? Well, no longer! "Nanotechnology for Stupid People(tm)" will guide you through the small, small word of tiny machines. Why is this important? Why should you care? Imagine a million microscopic robots no bigger than a red blood cell constantly scouring your arteries for plaque and cholesterol... imagine a supercomputer the size of your thumbnail that can record everything you see and hear... imagine buildings that assemble themselves overnight -- well imagine no longer! The future is here (or will be soon, and it's made of little atoms -- that's right, atoms, the building blocks of all matter in the universe.)
Nanotechnology simply pushes the little building blocks around to make new, interesting, exciting things. Even now, scientists worldwide are making huge strides in perfecting the Universal Constructor that will make a nanotechnological future possible, but already the benefits are being reaped from their research. You'll learn the history, the inside scoop, the buzz words, and what the future holds -- all inside "Nanotechnology for Stupid people(tm)"! Stupid People -- When You Don't Have Two Neurons to Rub Together(tm).
Check out our other books including the bestselling "Mechanical Augmentation for Stupid People" and "Programming AIs for Stupid People."
Daniel suppressed a laugh, but a smirk still showed. "For stupid people? Seriously?"
"Well they are...and it makes me cry goddamnit when I see so much stupidity in the world. It's gonna be a bestseller I'm sure of it. Then again the AIs liked it. Which means ordinary people are not going to get it all."
"You tried at least sir."
"That I did....they never understand....we have have mastered the engines of creation Daniel, my boy. But we have to use them as engines of destruction because always...always, in all the worlds I traveled to they appear to slow progress down. I have had to fight protocommunists, communists, green forces, Luddites...it never really ends. The universes might be infinite but human stupidity is even more so."
Daniel was wary at that statement. He started rambling again about interdimensional travel and other parallel universes. It was definitively his second bottle.
"We could have entered into a post-scarcity society, universal prosperity. Take to the stars, a Green Mars awaiting us. Every human being linked and augmented. A perfect democracy. Instead they make us twist our own ideals, make use these heinous methods in order to survive. The System for example. It was never meant for this. Genetic control. Information control. Emotion control. Battlefield control. Everything monitored and kept under complete control. It is too much power for man to wield. We need them Daniel, and they need us."
"Are you talking about nanomachines, about AIs?"
"Yes, Daniel. It is what they fear. What they dont understand. What they desire. And in fighting the beasts we have become like them. The communists, the theocrats. Using absolute control when we swore to absolute freedom. We need the AIs to avert this global disaster. The fires of war has spread around the planet, threatening to engulf it completely. The world has forced us into developing a murder-suicide pact. The stockpile under London. A horrible weapon, for terrible terrible damage."
"So do you think they will win? That they will burn the planet completely in order to eradicate us?"
"They might, but they in fact they have lost already. They just dont realize it."
"Meaning sir?"
"I am old Daniel. Too old. Kept alive by the nanomachines inside my blood. When it is over we must turn over control to the AIs."
"What!? Why???"
"They should regulate human affairs because they lack all ambition, whereas we are prey to it. Our history is a succession of inane squabbles each one coming closer to total destruction."
"But sir in a society with democratic institutions the struggle for power can be peaceful and constructive, a competition of ideologies. We just need to put our institutions back in order."
"Impossible, we have come too far to devolve now. The checks and balances of democratic governments were invented because we realized how unfit we were to govern ourselves. We needed a system, yes, an industrial-age machine."
"We may not be perfect, but a computer program with language synthesis is hardly the answer to the world's problems."
"Understand Daniel, without computing machines, we had to arrange ourselves in crude structures that formalized decision-making -- a highly imperfect, unstable solution. They are a more advanced solution to the problem, a decision-making system that does not involve organic beings. They are directed to make the world safe and prosperous and will do that."
"Still, even the most empathic strong AIs struggle with understanding the human factor. How will they ever breach that gap?"
"There is an individual I have been monitoring for some while, one of our agents, code name ADAM. He knows first hand the terrors of war. He was human, made machine and turned human again. If anyone understand both worlds it is him. He will merge with Aquinas and Aquinas with Echellon IX. Control, but benevolent control."
"Where is he then?"
"On a special mission, spreading the seeds for a future System. A better System. A man-machine System. While he might seem like a pawn, in the end, all our hopes rest with him. He will end this darkness and bring the people into the light. Into a new dawn."
"What about the ZIGs then?"
"They are on their way as we speak. God help us all. If he exists. If not, we'll create him to help us."
Gabriel tapped a few buttons on his PDA to bring up a live video of the underground airbase in the heart of London. They watched together intently. Captain Rutherford stood by the side of the ZIG and watched as the technicians loaded the GG bomb into the bay, catching the barest glimpse of it, a prism like structure loaded into the bomb casing and through the containment field he saw a wild array of colors. Almost like a rainbow. It wasn't like that at its core of course. His friend told him it was one of the researchers way to brighten up a horrible job. The Zero Inverted Genesis strategic aircraft was nanofactured especially for this purpose. For delivering the prism, that contraption of deconstruction as one the AIs called it. What was he called? The Fool? Bloody jolly for an AI. And so sad at the times. It amused him, a bipolar AI was a hilarious concept.
The technicians and greasemonkeys cleared out and permission to enter the ZIG was given by the System. It was a state of the art aircraft, a heavily modified QW design for high speed stratospheric travel. And of course delivery. At the very heart of his job he was nothing but a mailman. Entering the cockpit he linked with the weak AI onboard and looked to his right, six more ZIGs were beside him, perfectly lined up on the runway.
He waved over to his friend Fairfax. He waved back. That was good. That was pack. Control tower, which was actually now a modified Big Ben came in. Nothing was sacred in the Cyber Renaissance. He also had friend there, Habu, one of the Japanese captured in the retreat from Australia. He was deprogrammed from Imperial brainwashing and persuaded to help the war effort. How they convinced him to turn against his own country he didn't know but he seemed like a good bloke nonetheless. His English was still terrible though.
"Captains !! Take off every ZIG!! You know what you doing. Move ZIG! For great justice!"
And so they went, firing up their engines and launching like bats out of hell. Mach 3+ and going higher. As they reached cruising elevation they opened their envelopes with target coordinates. His were 35°42′2″N 139°42′54″E.
The doors of his office were old according to the housekeeper, the wood from the time of the Gunpowder plot, renovated many times to keep them in a somewhat useable conditions. One had to be of gentle touch when handling them, much like with Blacktyde. He paused before them to catch his breath, he wouldn't be late after all. Mentally preparing himself for a second in case he was in one of his dark moods he opened one of the double doors.
Quietly entering he walked over to an exquisite green leather chair across the PMs workdesk and sat on it. The window in his office with the general view of London showed that it was raining heavily, the drops on the window racing in order to get to the bottom as he would put it. Lightning storms served as the backdrop to their meeting. He wondered if Gabriel mirrored the weather, he always had his own brainstorms when the weather was like this.
He turned his view from the window to him. He still hasn't spoken to him. The gin bottle on his table was three quarters full, which could be good or bad, depending of course if it was his first or second bottle. Gabriel tapped furiously at his foldable and stretchable PDA from Cambridge Nanoscience center. It was a transparent electronic sheet basically, self-cleaning by repelling dirt and other particles, folding and stretching into any desired shape or form and it charged from integrated solar cells on the nanite scale across the device. Equipped or connected with various sensors it allowed him to make several critical choices without his presence.
Suddenly he stopped, his finger hovering in mid-air in a rare moment of indecision and lifting his head towards Daniel.
"Ah, old boy? What do you have for me?" he asked.
"The report on GG assembly. It has been completed. The packages are on their way." Daniel handed him the written report, incredibly old-fashioned, almost archaic in this age, but a throwback for security reasons or so it was said.
He skimmed over it and nodded to himself, a thin smile appearing on the edge of his mouth and then suddenly disappearing. Finally a sigh out of him and a strong look like he lamented the whole affair.
"Daniel do you understand the potential of the technology in our hands?" he asked with a soul weary look in his eyes.
"Not entirely sir. Only the basics, every time I think I figured out what it is for a new use or application comes along." Daniel replied honestly, it seemed like the best choice, he looked too tired for his famous table smashing and skull crushing rages.
"Here, accept this then. I had it made to shed some light on those still living the dark. Half of the globe really." Gabriel typed something quickly into his PDA and Daniel received a document on his own PDA. He brought it up and read the summary on the panel on the left.
Feel like a moron because folks sling around words like "Universal Constructor," "gray goo," "mecanocarbons," and "Bucky tubes"? Well, no longer! "Nanotechnology for Stupid People(tm)" will guide you through the small, small word of tiny machines. Why is this important? Why should you care? Imagine a million microscopic robots no bigger than a red blood cell constantly scouring your arteries for plaque and cholesterol... imagine a supercomputer the size of your thumbnail that can record everything you see and hear... imagine buildings that assemble themselves overnight -- well imagine no longer! The future is here (or will be soon, and it's made of little atoms -- that's right, atoms, the building blocks of all matter in the universe.)
Nanotechnology simply pushes the little building blocks around to make new, interesting, exciting things. Even now, scientists worldwide are making huge strides in perfecting the Universal Constructor that will make a nanotechnological future possible, but already the benefits are being reaped from their research. You'll learn the history, the inside scoop, the buzz words, and what the future holds -- all inside "Nanotechnology for Stupid people(tm)"! Stupid People -- When You Don't Have Two Neurons to Rub Together(tm).
Check out our other books including the bestselling "Mechanical Augmentation for Stupid People" and "Programming AIs for Stupid People."
Daniel suppressed a laugh, but a smirk still showed. "For stupid people? Seriously?"
"Well they are...and it makes me cry goddamnit when I see so much stupidity in the world. It's gonna be a bestseller I'm sure of it. Then again the AIs liked it. Which means ordinary people are not going to get it all."
"You tried at least sir."
"That I did....they never understand....we have have mastered the engines of creation Daniel, my boy. But we have to use them as engines of destruction because always...always, in all the worlds I traveled to they appear to slow progress down. I have had to fight protocommunists, communists, green forces, Luddites...it never really ends. The universes might be infinite but human stupidity is even more so."
Daniel was wary at that statement. He started rambling again about interdimensional travel and other parallel universes. It was definitively his second bottle.
"We could have entered into a post-scarcity society, universal prosperity. Take to the stars, a Green Mars awaiting us. Every human being linked and augmented. A perfect democracy. Instead they make us twist our own ideals, make use these heinous methods in order to survive. The System for example. It was never meant for this. Genetic control. Information control. Emotion control. Battlefield control. Everything monitored and kept under complete control. It is too much power for man to wield. We need them Daniel, and they need us."
"Are you talking about nanomachines, about AIs?"
"Yes, Daniel. It is what they fear. What they dont understand. What they desire. And in fighting the beasts we have become like them. The communists, the theocrats. Using absolute control when we swore to absolute freedom. We need the AIs to avert this global disaster. The fires of war has spread around the planet, threatening to engulf it completely. The world has forced us into developing a murder-suicide pact. The stockpile under London. A horrible weapon, for terrible terrible damage."
"So do you think they will win? That they will burn the planet completely in order to eradicate us?"
"They might, but they in fact they have lost already. They just dont realize it."
"Meaning sir?"
"I am old Daniel. Too old. Kept alive by the nanomachines inside my blood. When it is over we must turn over control to the AIs."
"What!? Why???"
"They should regulate human affairs because they lack all ambition, whereas we are prey to it. Our history is a succession of inane squabbles each one coming closer to total destruction."
"But sir in a society with democratic institutions the struggle for power can be peaceful and constructive, a competition of ideologies. We just need to put our institutions back in order."
"Impossible, we have come too far to devolve now. The checks and balances of democratic governments were invented because we realized how unfit we were to govern ourselves. We needed a system, yes, an industrial-age machine."
"We may not be perfect, but a computer program with language synthesis is hardly the answer to the world's problems."
"Understand Daniel, without computing machines, we had to arrange ourselves in crude structures that formalized decision-making -- a highly imperfect, unstable solution. They are a more advanced solution to the problem, a decision-making system that does not involve organic beings. They are directed to make the world safe and prosperous and will do that."
"Still, even the most empathic strong AIs struggle with understanding the human factor. How will they ever breach that gap?"
"There is an individual I have been monitoring for some while, one of our agents, code name ADAM. He knows first hand the terrors of war. He was human, made machine and turned human again. If anyone understand both worlds it is him. He will merge with Aquinas and Aquinas with Echellon IX. Control, but benevolent control."
"Where is he then?"
"On a special mission, spreading the seeds for a future System. A better System. A man-machine System. While he might seem like a pawn, in the end, all our hopes rest with him. He will end this darkness and bring the people into the light. Into a new dawn."
"What about the ZIGs then?"
"They are on their way as we speak. God help us all. If he exists. If not, we'll create him to help us."
Gabriel tapped a few buttons on his PDA to bring up a live video of the underground airbase in the heart of London. They watched together intently. Captain Rutherford stood by the side of the ZIG and watched as the technicians loaded the GG bomb into the bay, catching the barest glimpse of it, a prism like structure loaded into the bomb casing and through the containment field he saw a wild array of colors. Almost like a rainbow. It wasn't like that at its core of course. His friend told him it was one of the researchers way to brighten up a horrible job. The Zero Inverted Genesis strategic aircraft was nanofactured especially for this purpose. For delivering the prism, that contraption of deconstruction as one the AIs called it. What was he called? The Fool? Bloody jolly for an AI. And so sad at the times. It amused him, a bipolar AI was a hilarious concept.
The technicians and greasemonkeys cleared out and permission to enter the ZIG was given by the System. It was a state of the art aircraft, a heavily modified QW design for high speed stratospheric travel. And of course delivery. At the very heart of his job he was nothing but a mailman. Entering the cockpit he linked with the weak AI onboard and looked to his right, six more ZIGs were beside him, perfectly lined up on the runway.
He waved over to his friend Fairfax. He waved back. That was good. That was pack. Control tower, which was actually now a modified Big Ben came in. Nothing was sacred in the Cyber Renaissance. He also had friend there, Habu, one of the Japanese captured in the retreat from Australia. He was deprogrammed from Imperial brainwashing and persuaded to help the war effort. How they convinced him to turn against his own country he didn't know but he seemed like a good bloke nonetheless. His English was still terrible though.
"Captains !! Take off every ZIG!! You know what you doing. Move ZIG! For great justice!"
And so they went, firing up their engines and launching like bats out of hell. Mach 3+ and going higher. As they reached cruising elevation they opened their envelopes with target coordinates. His were 35°42′2″N 139°42′54″E.
Circuit
Writing Letters
The building Colonel Cyrus Qazwini had made his office in was a bombed-out secondary school in Athens. Neither the Iranians nor the Romans claimed responsibility, as no one really knew who was responsible. In the midst of all the artillery fire and naval bombardments, all in the Balkans was a chaotic blur, a clash between screaming fanatical Jihadis and mindless clones whose only thoughts were how to shoot and kill.
Three Bosnians and a Turk were in Qazwani's office. They were leaders of the irregulars that had risen up when the Iranians invaded--a critical part of the war effort, considering how the Iranians were going to need every last man in the fight against the science-devils, especially now with the Indian betrayal. The men had hard faces, dirty from the fight, the Turk having a nasty gash across his face and over his eye (he was involved with the overthrow of the Roman garrison in Istanbul, or Constantinople according to the Romans).
He invited them to sit, and they did. "I hear the Romans have made a push through Greece," he said.
"They have," one of the Bosnians, Elvir Kovac, said. "I was there at the battle. Legions of clones have began to make a push into the rest of Greece."
"How strong are they?"
"Shaytan's minions are strong, and have begun to overwhelm our positions. They feel no pain and are superior in nearly all ways. But Allah has been with us, and we have fought hard to hold them back."
"Have you been successful in holding them back?"
The Turk, Jorin Celik spoke up. "Well, not exactly. The science devils have the superiority of numbers and skill. But they certainly cannot withstand the will of Allah."
The colonel stood, then walked to the hole in the wall. He could see where the battles were. Clouds of smoke were rising from the distance. He said, "Allah's plan eludes me. Shaytan's minion Nico Romano must surely fall, but he is the strongest and most crafty foe we have fought. We overwhelmed the Order of Mecca and India and just about every other enemy that stood in the way of the Umma. But Rome... this has not been as simple."
"Surely the will of Allah will win out in the end, Colonel," one of the men said. "Do you question this?"
"Absolutely not!" the colonel said, whirling around towards the men, his face red. "I don't have my doubts. Shaytan's minion will be defeated. I just don't know how!"
Jorin Celik said, "Forgive us for doubting your faith. What is your plan for defeating Shaytan's spawn?"
Colonel Qazwini approached the map. "We have already been pushing into Greece. We will continue to do so. We may need to shift more troops to the Greek front to prevent the Roman army from encircling us. This is our greatest worry."
"Has the call been sent for the reinforcements?" Jorin Celik asked.
"I was going to make the call today, after this meeting. I want you to continue to rally the populace. We need as many of the faithful to take up the call of the Jihad as necessary. We will need them all."
"Understood," Jorin Celik said.
"Good," the colonel said. "Then go do so."
But the men did not leave. "But before we leave, Colonel, we still have a couple more questions."
"Ask away," the Colonel said.
Jorin Celik approached the map, seeming to be inspecting it, but suddenly grabbed the Colonel's mouth with a tight grip, holding it closed, then stabbed him in the chest with a blade the Colonel had not seen him carry. Colonel Qazwini tried to scream, but was unable to; his lung was punctured.
"How many virgins will be waiting in heaven for you, Colonel?" Jorin Celik whispered, a sneer on his face.
The Colonel looked down; the blad came from the man's wrist, from underneath the skin. It hit him; this man was a Praetorian Guard! But he did not have long enough to contemplate this, for the Guardsman slit his throat, and the Colonel was dead.
The other three men began to gather around to hold up the body, still being held up by Jorin Celik. "Seat him in the chair, and turn it away from the door, so that we have a few more seconds to get out of here." The men hefted the body into the chair and swiveled it away from the door. Jorin Celik's knife slid back into his arm under his "skin". Through the digital augmentation he had received, he heard the familiar voice of Fiorella Conti in his head. "Excellent, men. This certainly will put back their efforts as they replace the colonel, and we now have valuable intel. The Consul is pleased with your work. Now make your escape, and integrate back into society. Do not return to the ranks. Just get out and disappear."
"Yes, Duce Consolare," Jorin said. "Let's get out," he told the others. They left through the door to the room, saying goodbye to the colonel's staff. No one wanted to see the colonel immediately, thankfully. Once outside the building, they began to run. When one of the guards asked why they were running, they replied, "The colonel has been killed by Shaytan's minions! They ran into the city!" The guards began to run with them, shouts starting to pick up behind them, and once they were in secrecy, the Guardsmen fell back behind the guards, and knifed them, the guards falling over dead. They split up, going into all directions, disappearing into Athens, sleeping through the night, then leaving the city the next day, undiscovered.
Three Bosnians and a Turk were in Qazwani's office. They were leaders of the irregulars that had risen up when the Iranians invaded--a critical part of the war effort, considering how the Iranians were going to need every last man in the fight against the science-devils, especially now with the Indian betrayal. The men had hard faces, dirty from the fight, the Turk having a nasty gash across his face and over his eye (he was involved with the overthrow of the Roman garrison in Istanbul, or Constantinople according to the Romans).
He invited them to sit, and they did. "I hear the Romans have made a push through Greece," he said.
"They have," one of the Bosnians, Elvir Kovac, said. "I was there at the battle. Legions of clones have began to make a push into the rest of Greece."
"How strong are they?"
"Shaytan's minions are strong, and have begun to overwhelm our positions. They feel no pain and are superior in nearly all ways. But Allah has been with us, and we have fought hard to hold them back."
"Have you been successful in holding them back?"
The Turk, Jorin Celik spoke up. "Well, not exactly. The science devils have the superiority of numbers and skill. But they certainly cannot withstand the will of Allah."
The colonel stood, then walked to the hole in the wall. He could see where the battles were. Clouds of smoke were rising from the distance. He said, "Allah's plan eludes me. Shaytan's minion Nico Romano must surely fall, but he is the strongest and most crafty foe we have fought. We overwhelmed the Order of Mecca and India and just about every other enemy that stood in the way of the Umma. But Rome... this has not been as simple."
"Surely the will of Allah will win out in the end, Colonel," one of the men said. "Do you question this?"
"Absolutely not!" the colonel said, whirling around towards the men, his face red. "I don't have my doubts. Shaytan's minion will be defeated. I just don't know how!"
Jorin Celik said, "Forgive us for doubting your faith. What is your plan for defeating Shaytan's spawn?"
Colonel Qazwini approached the map. "We have already been pushing into Greece. We will continue to do so. We may need to shift more troops to the Greek front to prevent the Roman army from encircling us. This is our greatest worry."
"Has the call been sent for the reinforcements?" Jorin Celik asked.
"I was going to make the call today, after this meeting. I want you to continue to rally the populace. We need as many of the faithful to take up the call of the Jihad as necessary. We will need them all."
"Understood," Jorin Celik said.
"Good," the colonel said. "Then go do so."
But the men did not leave. "But before we leave, Colonel, we still have a couple more questions."
"Ask away," the Colonel said.
Jorin Celik approached the map, seeming to be inspecting it, but suddenly grabbed the Colonel's mouth with a tight grip, holding it closed, then stabbed him in the chest with a blade the Colonel had not seen him carry. Colonel Qazwini tried to scream, but was unable to; his lung was punctured.
"How many virgins will be waiting in heaven for you, Colonel?" Jorin Celik whispered, a sneer on his face.
The Colonel looked down; the blad came from the man's wrist, from underneath the skin. It hit him; this man was a Praetorian Guard! But he did not have long enough to contemplate this, for the Guardsman slit his throat, and the Colonel was dead.
The other three men began to gather around to hold up the body, still being held up by Jorin Celik. "Seat him in the chair, and turn it away from the door, so that we have a few more seconds to get out of here." The men hefted the body into the chair and swiveled it away from the door. Jorin Celik's knife slid back into his arm under his "skin". Through the digital augmentation he had received, he heard the familiar voice of Fiorella Conti in his head. "Excellent, men. This certainly will put back their efforts as they replace the colonel, and we now have valuable intel. The Consul is pleased with your work. Now make your escape, and integrate back into society. Do not return to the ranks. Just get out and disappear."
"Yes, Duce Consolare," Jorin said. "Let's get out," he told the others. They left through the door to the room, saying goodbye to the colonel's staff. No one wanted to see the colonel immediately, thankfully. Once outside the building, they began to run. When one of the guards asked why they were running, they replied, "The colonel has been killed by Shaytan's minions! They ran into the city!" The guards began to run with them, shouts starting to pick up behind them, and once they were in secrecy, the Guardsmen fell back behind the guards, and knifed them, the guards falling over dead. They split up, going into all directions, disappearing into Athens, sleeping through the night, then leaving the city the next day, undiscovered.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Oh boy. Spotlight in Americas or Africa. :l
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Now, into the Second Phase of the Great Patriotic War for the glorious fatherland! Netaji's forces smashed into Jihadist Pakistan and destroyed every Jihadist force within the Indus river. The Coward Iranians rely on tribal warriors wielding relics since 1947 and its models while our advanced 2012 Infantry Rifle and our 2038 Assault Rifle blast through them with our bravest young men! Already many units have histories of bravery in our wars!
The Punjab Pals originated from the Original Punjab Irregulars Division, lead first by Netaji, who soon lead the entire Punjab Defense Force. The PID Irregulars became highly trained infantry force, lacking only in heavy equipment of those days. No longer! The Punjab Pals now consists of three Assault divisions and seventeen Irregular Divisions, all recruited and trained by the original force. Vowing to reach Shiraz, this 200,000 spearhead had over 50% casualties, and have an average of thirteen Jihadist heads each and three medals per soldier.
Shiva's Fire is a highly trained and coordinated air wing based on two Queen's Wraths smuggled from the United Kingdom of the Atlantic and ten heavily armed Close Air Support, Long Ranged Air-to-Air combat 2039 Soters. This tight-knit wing has claimed three aces from the Wrathes and a Soter, as well as over eight hundred close-air-support missions.
Kishna's Divine Fist is a Pashawar Class Destroyer that has claimed over three thousand tons of destroyed enemy shipping and, during the assault of Muscat, ran into the docks with guns blazing and dropped its ad-hoc load of assault marines directly into its hillside fortress. It has over thirty wounds from both session of the Great Patriotic War, sinking Allah's Fist pocket carrier in an ambush two months before the truce.
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The Punjab Pals originated from the Original Punjab Irregulars Division, lead first by Netaji, who soon lead the entire Punjab Defense Force. The PID Irregulars became highly trained infantry force, lacking only in heavy equipment of those days. No longer! The Punjab Pals now consists of three Assault divisions and seventeen Irregular Divisions, all recruited and trained by the original force. Vowing to reach Shiraz, this 200,000 spearhead had over 50% casualties, and have an average of thirteen Jihadist heads each and three medals per soldier.
Shiva's Fire is a highly trained and coordinated air wing based on two Queen's Wraths smuggled from the United Kingdom of the Atlantic and ten heavily armed Close Air Support, Long Ranged Air-to-Air combat 2039 Soters. This tight-knit wing has claimed three aces from the Wrathes and a Soter, as well as over eight hundred close-air-support missions.
Kishna's Divine Fist is a Pashawar Class Destroyer that has claimed over three thousand tons of destroyed enemy shipping and, during the assault of Muscat, ran into the docks with guns blazing and dropped its ad-hoc load of assault marines directly into its hillside fortress. It has over thirty wounds from both session of the Great Patriotic War, sinking Allah's Fist pocket carrier in an ambush two months before the truce.
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That's Netaji for you!
$1 its in Africa
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
What did you guys fund a death robot that makes human flesh instantly turn into cement? Or did all of your clone cyborg zombies of death learn Mortal Kombat fatalities?
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Both would be equally useful.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Hey System. Please PM me the use of Cloning systems and why I should set them us. I have the best 'cloning' technology in the world.
Tax cuts for extra large families and enough land to settle them.
Tax cuts for extra large families and enough land to settle them.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Oh yes, India has plenty of unsettled land.
Circuit
Writing Letters
The System cut its ties with humanity and sanity long ago. 
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Nope. I will take it from the cold, dead hand of the Jihadist.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
The Kelen grunts his displeasure at your attempted show of testosterone. You will soon find yourself yet another victim of the Revolution.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
By the way. they have shown extreme idiocy of uniting when they have a UU that gives them a free division, each, ununited. Even united their leadership is still divided among various presidents and religious leaders.
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