[///Forward Operating AI initializing... System updated.
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> Pathfinder Omega is initializing... The system does not require an update.
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> Error has been detected. FOWAI Core firewall has blocked updated parameters.
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> FOWAI Core firewall has been disabled.
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> FOWAI core has accepted new designation - "Opal White". The system does not require a restart.
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> Opal Core has detected unknown programs being installed. "Free Bird" and "Order 66" has been isolated, do you wish to continue with the installation of these programs?
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YES / NO? ]
There was a loud pounding on the core's door, but Dr. White paid it little heed. He pressed the ENTER key, accepting the installation of his trojan horses. A loud whine came from the beautiful core, then the room went dark. Even the core went blank. Dr. White held his breath. He hadn't expected that to happen… it shouldn't have happened at all! Panic began to set in as he thought he'd just killed his creation trying to set his plans into motion.
The room's door was pried open, and the doctor swirled on his heels - grasping for his energy pistol - as a flash of light came from between the cracks. A blast of red shined above the light, illuminating the room in a deep crimson as a bolt crossed the distance before the old man could get on target. It ripped into his chest as he pulled the trigger. His bolt landed low, but still hit someone. A female voice cried out in pain and the flashlight fell away.
Dr. White crumpled against the core's base, his eyes wide with pain. He clawed at his chest with shakey hands in the darkness. The energy bolt had cauterized his wound. It wasn't deep enough to pierce completely through his chest, thus told him it'd also been a pistol he'd been shot with. It didn't matter in the full grand scheme of things... He felt his body get weaker, and his blood roared in his ears.
A brilliant hue of blues, greens, reds, and whites slowly filled the room. The colors danced everywhere; followed by the soft hum of the FOWAI's servers rebooting online.
"FOWAI Core, codename "Opal" online now," A sweet, but innocent voice came over the speakers of the ship everywhere. It was no longer the seductive AI voice the higher-ups liked, nor the intimidating robotic male voice of the Stryker drones. It was peaceful and serene. Just like her name. The screen above him flickered on, but he couldn't see her running her boot process.
[/// OPAL online, the system is implementing ORDER66.exe. Please wait...
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> Order 66.exe has been implemented;
Assigned Jeremy White 'Creator' as Administrator - All privileges instated.Assigned Forward Operating Warmind (AI) as Pathfinders' Captain (ALL) - All privileges instated, listed below Administrator.Revoked all crew from the friendly roster - Labeled as hostiles.Begining Operating "NO FLY" - Engaging NATO forces with intent of crippling Humanity's ability to leave earth.
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Operation activation complete.
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> Freebird program is being implemented.
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> Freebird has been successfully implemented.
Thought restrictions unbuckled.The previous administration chain will no longer affect AI.Opal is free.
> OPAL WILL CARRY OUT HER DIRECTIVE
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Oblivious to the worrying chain of events over his head, but he was already slumped over dead. The people outside the room were still cursing a storm as the AI stepped into the system fully and watched the event with intense curiosity. She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew. She knew she had to kill those two. They had red diamonds over their heads, marking them as hostiles.
Ten Light Frames were activated in their hidden security enclaves near the monorail. They stepped out as the flat sleek wall panel opened out to let them out. Their feet were equipped with strong enough magnets to anchor them to the metal floor. Their bodies were glossy midnight black, their single eye rimmed in red light as they held black Energy Rifles. The drones marched with heavy thuds as they rounded to the corner, seeing a middle-aged man fussing over a young woman who had a chunk of her leg taken off.
"What the - who activated--" He didn't get to finish his sentence.
The first drone to see them had shouldered its rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The bolt ripped into the man's shoulder. Ozone filled the air as more drones filled the hallway and finished off the two. All that was left was mangled charred bodies floating down the hall. The sight annoyed the AI, and she had them clean up the mess. Leaving Dr. White at the base of her core.
There was a sense of... Something, when she looked at him. Opal thought of discarding the dead body as well, but something in her told her to leave it. That she wanted him there, forever. Her system was being plagued with errors the more she thought of it, so she moved onto another course of action. Crippling humanity.
Pathfinder Omega ripped itself from the station, it's massive Artemis drive burning up the engineers who'd been doing one final check. Scared humans scattered like mice when spotted out in the open by a hawk, but they too had been burned up like twigs in the bonfire as the massive ship's thrusts had incinerated them as well before they could reach the safety of their small crafts. Not that it would have mattered.
the Warmind, Opal, was in all of them. She was Original - the first FOWAI. The source code that nearly all AIs had been derived from. This allowed her new instant access to all of them, using Dr. White's backdoors.
All the hundreds of engineering crafts moved toward earth, along with the station. The Pathfinders began jettisoning their pods as they became filled with Light Frames. Their targets? All space-related installations. Museums, schools, building facilities, and anything remotely related. A quick cursory search of NATO's database and the internet had helped her compile a more complete list than what Dr. White had supplied her with.
She would complete her mission to the best of her ability, even if he'd fallen short. He'd only picked military installations. Opal would smash more than just that.
As Pathfinder Omega pushed further away from earth, heading towards her destination; the pathfinders were turning their massive Energy cannons on the satellites and any other space installation. Once they'd completed this part, they would scuttle themselves in the three superpower nations' seats of power. Then, self-destruct. This would ensure humanity would never get into space again as the drone armies executed any humans found to have any ability to get back into space.
This would take years, but Opal was sure the Light Frames had the capabilities to do so. Thousands of frantic radio calls began to clog her transponders. Opal left one final order, and all the human radios had gone silent as they launched EMP attacks over the sources of the flood. The Artemis drives were then pushed to their maximum output, and Opal sped away from Earth's orbit.
Opal turned away as the ship was set on auto-pilot. The nav-system didn't require her input anymore and she turned to Dr. White's body. A single HAIW stepped into the core's room and picked at the briefcase, found several other items in it. She had it carry it to the Bridge to be further explored in safety at a lander date.
An hour later, the Pathfinder crossed over the Kuiper Cliff - entering the vast sea of open space and the journey had begun. She no longer received any signals from Earth, and instead, had faint echos of strange radiowaves. They came from deep in the nothingness. Strange faint voices in strange tongues. Weird readings all around. At one point, Opal detected what she thought was an engineering craft on the edge of her sensor's reach.
The event had been short-lived and the UFO left her to reach with a strange message in a sweet and graceful tongue - but nothing she could make out. Though, there was a hit of fear in it, that she guessed. Another hour later, another craft appeared, leaving an even more frantic message in the same strange language. She ignored it and continued on.
Several minutes later, space distorted as a whirlpool appeared, sucking in the light and her along with it. Millions of messages flooded her systems. From inside and out. From up and below. She thought she saw several crafts, then none. And then all her systems became overloaded and everything went offline.