Post by Jakob on Dec 7, 2009 4:20:06 GMT -4
"Just be sure to take care of yourself."
"Understood, Sir."
"Don't call me "Sir," anymore. Cardiac arrest here calls for a lack of formalities."
Jakob stood, silent. The Doctor lay on the table in the center of the lab, connected to some machine. It was beeping at an erratic pace.
"And you know what to tell others, correct?" KPG asked.
"Yeah," Jakob replied hesitantly.
"Good. I'm trusting you to pull the plug. This old body's in serious pain and this system's making it worse. I leave everything to you, knowledge, skill, and all. Don't waste it."
Jakob's emotions were locked in the back of his mind. Not that having them at the front would have made a difference anyway. Even then, a sliver of an unfamiliar feeling washed across the psychological entity in his head.
He gripped the plug and pulled it out. Sparks flew, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.
-----
A makeshift cross made of chair legs from a broken lawn chair was stuck in the ground beside the door. A steel rocking chair was set up to the right of the front door, on a fresh-looking patio. Said patio was bordered with a hedge enclosed with a thigh-high stone wall.
"Unexpected, as KPG always is." Jakob muttered, looking at the last statement from the current funds. It was charted nearly at a billion. Well over three quarters of that were leftover from the funding the Canadian Government gave KPG.
At least, that's what KPG always told Jakob.
"December 7th... 2076. Doctor "KPG" kicks bucket... twenty-three days before his... 51st birthday, I believe."
Jakob looked to the sky. It was dark, star-ridden, like fireflies stuck on a black paint-covered canvas.
The dark fly paper had no oddities... so far... It was night time. Any random attack by extraterrestrial enemies usually happens in the day. Even then, the XJ-9 always thwarts said attack.
KPG's gone now, earlier than he said he expected to live. Jakob always said that KPG needed to exercise more often.
Past few months were nothing but preparations for this situation. KPG had suffered cardiac arrest back in November. He had been hooked on that machine for over a month, giving final instructions to prepare Jakob to keep himself alive and carry out his will.
Invention of self-repair mechanisms... Slow as they may be, they can repair Jakob's required motor systems, so he could finish the job.
The integrated AI assistant had undergone serious updates to work with said repair systems. It also had the option to be able to communicate with Jakob's allies if need be.
Said need may never be.
Jakob kept on rocking... and rocking... He then noticed that the house wasn't emitting any noise. No noise at all.
Pondering on how to pass the time, Jakob did system checks on his armour suits and weapons. Everything had been fully upgraded to KPG's final versions.
Night passed. Everything was in tip-top shape. The house had been locked up as usual. Jakob was sitting at the same shooting range desk, which was positioned behind the hedge and wall, facing towards targets a long distance away.
He continued target practice with older weapons. He knew the blueprints to all of his new weapons and how to create new ammunition.
When he said everything was left to Jakob, KPG meant everything.
Jakob, while reloading the old practice sniper rifle, his gauntlets grasped around something that wasn't an extra shot. It was the cellphone where Jakob usually called KPG for information updates and the like.
The cellphone itself had also been upgraded to work like every other cellphone. Friends can call him now. Earlier it took specific frequencies to establish contact, but now it's like an ordinary custom cellphone.
Jakob finished the last magazine of the day, took apart the sniper rifle, and locked it up again. He wanted to do something else today.
"Understood, Sir."
"Don't call me "Sir," anymore. Cardiac arrest here calls for a lack of formalities."
Jakob stood, silent. The Doctor lay on the table in the center of the lab, connected to some machine. It was beeping at an erratic pace.
"And you know what to tell others, correct?" KPG asked.
"Yeah," Jakob replied hesitantly.
"Good. I'm trusting you to pull the plug. This old body's in serious pain and this system's making it worse. I leave everything to you, knowledge, skill, and all. Don't waste it."
Jakob's emotions were locked in the back of his mind. Not that having them at the front would have made a difference anyway. Even then, a sliver of an unfamiliar feeling washed across the psychological entity in his head.
He gripped the plug and pulled it out. Sparks flew, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.
-----
A makeshift cross made of chair legs from a broken lawn chair was stuck in the ground beside the door. A steel rocking chair was set up to the right of the front door, on a fresh-looking patio. Said patio was bordered with a hedge enclosed with a thigh-high stone wall.
"Unexpected, as KPG always is." Jakob muttered, looking at the last statement from the current funds. It was charted nearly at a billion. Well over three quarters of that were leftover from the funding the Canadian Government gave KPG.
At least, that's what KPG always told Jakob.
"December 7th... 2076. Doctor "KPG" kicks bucket... twenty-three days before his... 51st birthday, I believe."
Jakob looked to the sky. It was dark, star-ridden, like fireflies stuck on a black paint-covered canvas.
The dark fly paper had no oddities... so far... It was night time. Any random attack by extraterrestrial enemies usually happens in the day. Even then, the XJ-9 always thwarts said attack.
KPG's gone now, earlier than he said he expected to live. Jakob always said that KPG needed to exercise more often.
Past few months were nothing but preparations for this situation. KPG had suffered cardiac arrest back in November. He had been hooked on that machine for over a month, giving final instructions to prepare Jakob to keep himself alive and carry out his will.
Invention of self-repair mechanisms... Slow as they may be, they can repair Jakob's required motor systems, so he could finish the job.
The integrated AI assistant had undergone serious updates to work with said repair systems. It also had the option to be able to communicate with Jakob's allies if need be.
Said need may never be.
Jakob kept on rocking... and rocking... He then noticed that the house wasn't emitting any noise. No noise at all.
Pondering on how to pass the time, Jakob did system checks on his armour suits and weapons. Everything had been fully upgraded to KPG's final versions.
Night passed. Everything was in tip-top shape. The house had been locked up as usual. Jakob was sitting at the same shooting range desk, which was positioned behind the hedge and wall, facing towards targets a long distance away.
He continued target practice with older weapons. He knew the blueprints to all of his new weapons and how to create new ammunition.
When he said everything was left to Jakob, KPG meant everything.
Jakob, while reloading the old practice sniper rifle, his gauntlets grasped around something that wasn't an extra shot. It was the cellphone where Jakob usually called KPG for information updates and the like.
The cellphone itself had also been upgraded to work like every other cellphone. Friends can call him now. Earlier it took specific frequencies to establish contact, but now it's like an ordinary custom cellphone.
Jakob finished the last magazine of the day, took apart the sniper rifle, and locked it up again. He wanted to do something else today.