Admiral Wolf: Archangel Project. Book Eight by C. Gockel

Author:C. Gockel
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-10-20T05:00:00+00:00

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WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

GALACTIC REPUBLIC: SYSTEM 5 NEW GRANDE

The RussianDoll smiled at 6T9, winked, and then her eyes went wide, and she gaped. “You’re Android General 1!”

“Wait a minute!” Michael said. “You’re not planning on using sex ‘bots as your Plan B?”

“These are sex ‘bots?” Falade asked.

The obliviousness of the question momentarily took 6T9 offline. The same must have happened to Michael because his eyebrows jumped, and his jaw dropped. He and 6T9 slowly turned to the Luddecceans. Davies was flushing neck to hairline behind his visor and had forgotten to be terrified of the cats threading between his ankles. Falade was smiling and waving at RussianDoll. Lang just looked annoyed and angry; 6T9 suspected if his helmet came off, his ears would be pressed flat against his head.

RussianDoll purred, “We’re very lifelike.”

“Yes, ma’am!” said Falade.

Smiling tightly, 6T9 responded to Michael, “It was always my Plan A.”

Forgetting the Luddeccean naïveté, Michael turned back to 6T9. “They can’t kill!”

“No, but they can proposition, annoyingly and repeatedly. Thousands of them at a time.” The factory had hundreds of thousands of sex ‘bots that had yet to be activated.

“They’ll be mowed down,” Michael protested.

6T9 gaped at Michael, processing that objection. His idealism extended to machines, or at least sex ‘bots. 6T9 glanced at RussianDoll; she was blowing a kiss to the Luddecceans, no hint of understanding on her face.

Attention returning to Michael, 6T9 said, “The Dark will use the children it infects to infect unsuspecting adults. But that isn’t the worst of it. It will slaughter the babies and toddlers. They aren’t useful, and it considers them parasites.” He knew all this from Alexis and his own time on the pirates’ planet.

Michael’s shoulders fell. 6T9 was dimly aware that the cats’ meows had increased in volume.

Michael lifted his hands toward the inactivated dolls and whispered, “You don’t consider them children? They’re your own kind.”

6T9 gazed at the inactivated dolls. “They aren’t my kind. Mentally, they are all … carbon copies of each other.” They were carbon copies of who he used to be. They wouldn’t start changing until they were activated, and then, yes, they would be mowed down. “And without Q-comms, they’ll never be me.” He touched his side where Eliza’s ashes and his access key were hidden. “With Q-comms, they won’t be me, either.”

“Their self-preservation protocols will kick in,” Michael said with more force.

“Not if I turn their masochism settings to high and make meeting phaser fire head on and dismemberment the pinnacle of their existence,” 6T9 replied.

“You can do that?” Davies whispered. A kitten had somehow managed to crawl onto his shoulder. He seemed to have been in the process of dislodging it, but his hand dropped.

“Some people have strange fetishes. It’s a rarely known setting in most ‘bots,” 6T9 said with a sigh.

“Rooooaaarrrrrr!” shrieked the Illustrious Mao. Over the ether, she snipped, “Servants, I think you are forgetting the immediate goal!”

Lang, 6T9, and Michael looked down at the cat. She was sitting primly with her tail around her front paws.

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