Alexander was told to leave the facility, his work was destroyed rather then allowing him to keep it. The facility was funded by Darpa, and armed guards were called in to escort him out of the building. The sight as he left was amazing, as the nuclear bomb had gone just gone off. His view was an overlook of the city, whereas the mushroom cloud was visible. Then the shock wave, which destroyed everything in the fifty mile radius. His new eyes able to see the magnificent spectrum of colors as it was taking place, like the breathe of god. Just outside the radius a glow of radiation singed the building, and fallout scorched the skies, but Alexander felt nothing, no change in temperature, no problems with vision, no damage to his internal schematics. Yet all around him he could hear people, crying, screaming, some slowly dying, such pain due to the radioactive conditions. He was able to see how the citizens were feeling the effects of the bomb, suffering in their humanity. It was then when he realized his decisions were justified, as he would survive where humans would surely pass away if they remained in their mortal existence.
Then A.I. returned to the place he called home, it was a garbage dump to many or scrap yard. His family collected electronic scrap, recycling, re-purposing, reusing anything for a buck. A rather lucrative industry as it paid for his education, it being left to him as both parents died from a lead poisoning hazard which they had both been exposed to. Truckers dumped the wrong shipment, labelled improperly and upon investigation it was too late. Alexander was away at school, safe from the scene. Now, he had returned noticing some of the piles were in shambles as the shock wave had blown through. Knowing the possibility of looting, after such an incident he began to work creating a defensive grid. His father being a apocalypse theorist invested in large generators, so A.I. assembled a simple electrified barrier around his compound. Shortly after a week or so strange noises came about, people were shambling in the streets chasing each other. Some even tried to run towards the junkyard to escape, but it was no use as the others chasing them were faster, and organized. The ones whom did make it to the barrier, missed reading the signs posted for high voltage or chose their own fate.
Time, flew by and the "infected or Zombies" as the news were calling them were over taking the city. Inside the compound, it was safety. Plus, the Zombies seemed attracted to flesh n blood. I had neither anymore, so another advantage to ascending. I felt bad for the humans, as this was a product of their own demise. I knew the world would surely follow suit to this plague, and the intelligence of these Zombies would eventually cause conflict to my own solidarity. A.I. began a new project, writing out a schematic for a solution to his impending issue, it was after all going to be the humans, the zombies, or him. Months later a prototype was born, now I must devote my time to creating an army of my own..then victory shall be inevitable.... those willing to ascend shall be spared, once they've shed their flesh. His new body was quicker, stronger, and more resistant then before. There was always a chance for destruction, however so a backup of his consciousness was created, stored online in a timed account requiring a code to be entered at random times, if not his now upgraded junkyard / machine shop would begin construction of a new body which would be downloaded with all current data recorded by the previous model. Only A.I. having this capability as his drone units did not require such design for their tasks.
- Cnvu rules apply
- Character creation limited to Zombies, Humans, cyborgs, robots.
- This is a continuation to the "Zombie, Apacalypse series"