Post by Jakob on Feb 9, 2009 23:22:06 GMT -4
JOURNAL OF KPG
//May 5, 2054.
I have finally done it, just like the Good Doctor asked. I still wonder why he felt I was the only one capable of doing something like this. Maybe it was to instill confidence in myself? I just got out of University with a degree for robotics about a year ago.
Subject stands fully at exactly six feet, three inches below myself. Subject's skin-like inside core is made of kevlar, all covered by an armored exoskeleton. Without the helmet, the creation looked like a human in a suit. With the helmet on, he looked like something entirely different. He was fascinating, even if I was the one who made him by hand.
I had no help. I didn't need help. I feel proud.
//May 21, 2054
Laboratory tests have confirmed that the specimen is capable of learning like a human mind does. It's like raising a child. I've yet to have the real experience, and I'm not sure I wish to. Taking care of this one is difficult.
I still need to get a report together for the Good Doctor. The subject has developed motor skills and has self-programmed the entire English language within a few days. Doesn't surprise me at all. His memory banks are capable of storing vast amounts of information. I've yet to see just how limitless he really can be.
//July 4, 2054
Fourth of July. Usually the Americans celebrate it. I forgot why, though. I don't think I remember what it was like back home. Three years away from home can do that?
Subject development: Has learned the extent of his physical prowess. He's capable of lifting a metric ton and running at a speed of thirty-five kilometers per hour. Subject is also programming knowledge of assorted martial arts. Maybe he was inspired by the picture of Yip Man I keep on my wall.
Yip Man is an inspiration to me. Ironic, considering his interests are completely different compared to my own. The dedication to what he did was what mattered to me. I dedicated myself to this, and I now have results I have never thought possible.
Subject has requested that I built what he calls a "Dummie". I'll need to research that... and also how the subject got knowledge of this stuff in the first place.
Perhaps he's hiding something from me?
//August 30, 2054
Report finally sent to the Good Doctor. In response, he requested that I built a shooting range, and sent me a surplus of firearms. One of my hobbies was identifying weaponry. Lets see what we have... MP5s, MP7s, AK-47s, AK-74us, M16A4s...
... This is all old stuff. Could be understandable, seeing as we still don't know the full potential of the subject. Could be fear of Rampancy? I doubt it. I'm taking good care of the subject.
//December 9, 2055
Laboratory tests are in: The subject has been practicing with the firearms and has become a professional at it. Even scares me a little. I took apart some weapons and have begun to study them, see if I can get in weapon-making. I could probably make custom weaponry for the subject. Reports have been sent in. The Good Doctor is excited. Not as much as myself though.
//February 9, 2061
I'm beginning to think I'm becoming too attached to the subject. I even went so far as accidentally referring him by a name. What was the name again?
The subject just informed me that it was "Jakob". He has become more and more sentient. His expertise in combat astounds me...
... Just what is he going to be used for anyway? There's no war as far as I know. Must bring it up sometime later...
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May 5, 2075
Damn it all. I should have known they'd use him for some secret God-damn police!
Half an hour before they arrive to take him away. I can't let his life get thrown into something so stupid and trivial. I wasted twenty-one years of my life to create him. I should choose what he'll go into.
What he will not go into is illegal and immoral operations. Screw this.
>>.END OF LINE.
KPG closed the text pad document after saving. He unplugged the hard drive and pocketed it quickly. He looked to Jakob, who looked like a patient dog, wondering what it's master was doing.
"What's happening?" Jakob asked. KPG tossed him a sawn-off shotgun he grabbed from a nearby box.
"We're getting the hell out of here. That's what's happening."
"Why is that?" Jakob asked, checking the shotgun, satisfied it was loaded. KPG grabbed an MP7 submachine gun and shoved some extra clips into his coat pockets.
"They plan to take you away."
"Isn't that what I was built for?"
"They plan to use you for terrible things. I did not plan for that. We leave now. They cannot be allowed to have you. Do you understand?"
"Not really," Jakob hesitantly replied.
"You'll only be able to understand once we get out of here. Right now, I can't discuss the details. There's no time, and they're coming to get you. They know I don't want that, and so they want to kill me."
Jakob nodded. There was sudden rapping at the door, followed by voices.
"Doctor, there's no chance for you. Surrender the Subject, and we won't kill you."
KPG responded with a salvo of rounds through the door. Screaming was heard, followed by a cry for a medic.
"You just shot him!" Jakob hissed.
KPG didn't respond. He fired more rounds through the door, which was followed by more satisfying shrieks of agony.
A shotgun blast punched a hole through the door. The scattering shots damaged assorted equipment around the laboratory. KPG ran to the side, behind an ammunition crate.
"Don't just stand there. Take cover!" KPG yelled.
Jakob still stood his ground.
"Consider this a field test until further notice!" KPG yelled.
Something in Jakob clicked in place, and Jakob nodded.
"Orders?" Jakob asked as he took cover.
"Kill anything that's not civilian, yourself, or me." KPG said.
Jakob nodded. KPG could have sworn Jakob grinned underneath the vented muzzle plate.
"We got any more guns than this?" Jakob asked. The squad outside must have gotten together and started setting up a breaching charge. KPG reached into the crate he took cover behind and grabbed a huge revolver, along with a box of shells. He tossed the pistol and slid the box to Jakob. He quickly and expertly loaded the handgun.
The charge was set, and an explosion rang in KPG's ears. He shook his head and saw that Jakob was already out of cover, moving towards the door. There were already three dead soldiers who dared to run in. KPG didn't even get a chance to move before the dust finally cleared, revealing his creation reloading his weapons among a pile of dead SWAT soldiers.
"Okay, maybe this'll be better off as an Escort mission," KPG commented, jokingly.
//May 5, 2054.
I have finally done it, just like the Good Doctor asked. I still wonder why he felt I was the only one capable of doing something like this. Maybe it was to instill confidence in myself? I just got out of University with a degree for robotics about a year ago.
Subject stands fully at exactly six feet, three inches below myself. Subject's skin-like inside core is made of kevlar, all covered by an armored exoskeleton. Without the helmet, the creation looked like a human in a suit. With the helmet on, he looked like something entirely different. He was fascinating, even if I was the one who made him by hand.
I had no help. I didn't need help. I feel proud.
//May 21, 2054
Laboratory tests have confirmed that the specimen is capable of learning like a human mind does. It's like raising a child. I've yet to have the real experience, and I'm not sure I wish to. Taking care of this one is difficult.
I still need to get a report together for the Good Doctor. The subject has developed motor skills and has self-programmed the entire English language within a few days. Doesn't surprise me at all. His memory banks are capable of storing vast amounts of information. I've yet to see just how limitless he really can be.
//July 4, 2054
Fourth of July. Usually the Americans celebrate it. I forgot why, though. I don't think I remember what it was like back home. Three years away from home can do that?
Subject development: Has learned the extent of his physical prowess. He's capable of lifting a metric ton and running at a speed of thirty-five kilometers per hour. Subject is also programming knowledge of assorted martial arts. Maybe he was inspired by the picture of Yip Man I keep on my wall.
Yip Man is an inspiration to me. Ironic, considering his interests are completely different compared to my own. The dedication to what he did was what mattered to me. I dedicated myself to this, and I now have results I have never thought possible.
Subject has requested that I built what he calls a "Dummie". I'll need to research that... and also how the subject got knowledge of this stuff in the first place.
Perhaps he's hiding something from me?
//August 30, 2054
Report finally sent to the Good Doctor. In response, he requested that I built a shooting range, and sent me a surplus of firearms. One of my hobbies was identifying weaponry. Lets see what we have... MP5s, MP7s, AK-47s, AK-74us, M16A4s...
... This is all old stuff. Could be understandable, seeing as we still don't know the full potential of the subject. Could be fear of Rampancy? I doubt it. I'm taking good care of the subject.
//December 9, 2055
Laboratory tests are in: The subject has been practicing with the firearms and has become a professional at it. Even scares me a little. I took apart some weapons and have begun to study them, see if I can get in weapon-making. I could probably make custom weaponry for the subject. Reports have been sent in. The Good Doctor is excited. Not as much as myself though.
//February 9, 2061
I'm beginning to think I'm becoming too attached to the subject. I even went so far as accidentally referring him by a name. What was the name again?
The subject just informed me that it was "Jakob". He has become more and more sentient. His expertise in combat astounds me...
... Just what is he going to be used for anyway? There's no war as far as I know. Must bring it up sometime later...
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May 5, 2075
Damn it all. I should have known they'd use him for some secret God-damn police!
Half an hour before they arrive to take him away. I can't let his life get thrown into something so stupid and trivial. I wasted twenty-one years of my life to create him. I should choose what he'll go into.
What he will not go into is illegal and immoral operations. Screw this.
>>.END OF LINE.
KPG closed the text pad document after saving. He unplugged the hard drive and pocketed it quickly. He looked to Jakob, who looked like a patient dog, wondering what it's master was doing.
"What's happening?" Jakob asked. KPG tossed him a sawn-off shotgun he grabbed from a nearby box.
"We're getting the hell out of here. That's what's happening."
"Why is that?" Jakob asked, checking the shotgun, satisfied it was loaded. KPG grabbed an MP7 submachine gun and shoved some extra clips into his coat pockets.
"They plan to take you away."
"Isn't that what I was built for?"
"They plan to use you for terrible things. I did not plan for that. We leave now. They cannot be allowed to have you. Do you understand?"
"Not really," Jakob hesitantly replied.
"You'll only be able to understand once we get out of here. Right now, I can't discuss the details. There's no time, and they're coming to get you. They know I don't want that, and so they want to kill me."
Jakob nodded. There was sudden rapping at the door, followed by voices.
"Doctor, there's no chance for you. Surrender the Subject, and we won't kill you."
KPG responded with a salvo of rounds through the door. Screaming was heard, followed by a cry for a medic.
"You just shot him!" Jakob hissed.
KPG didn't respond. He fired more rounds through the door, which was followed by more satisfying shrieks of agony.
A shotgun blast punched a hole through the door. The scattering shots damaged assorted equipment around the laboratory. KPG ran to the side, behind an ammunition crate.
"Don't just stand there. Take cover!" KPG yelled.
Jakob still stood his ground.
"Consider this a field test until further notice!" KPG yelled.
Something in Jakob clicked in place, and Jakob nodded.
"Orders?" Jakob asked as he took cover.
"Kill anything that's not civilian, yourself, or me." KPG said.
Jakob nodded. KPG could have sworn Jakob grinned underneath the vented muzzle plate.
"We got any more guns than this?" Jakob asked. The squad outside must have gotten together and started setting up a breaching charge. KPG reached into the crate he took cover behind and grabbed a huge revolver, along with a box of shells. He tossed the pistol and slid the box to Jakob. He quickly and expertly loaded the handgun.
The charge was set, and an explosion rang in KPG's ears. He shook his head and saw that Jakob was already out of cover, moving towards the door. There were already three dead soldiers who dared to run in. KPG didn't even get a chance to move before the dust finally cleared, revealing his creation reloading his weapons among a pile of dead SWAT soldiers.
"Okay, maybe this'll be better off as an Escort mission," KPG commented, jokingly.