Indi system. The primary objective of the mission is to improve the autonomy of robots to react to unforeseen own responsibility. Technically, therefore, a moving neural network flits through the area. Their heads rotate. You scan the surrounding area. Beutler they discover each Spring, each Etto in the air is a Nutzdatum, winning brings into your matrix. Of course, they are far from saying how boring it out here actually approaching the contrary, is exactly what the technicians have wished for this mission. No one really knows how they would respond to significant or surprising if your ready then Neuronalspeicher a cognitive act would have. But what should happen to be great? Attacking a Etto? A Spring of Beutler, hello 'call? Meanwhile, break for our young hero's first morning in the steppe. Svinenysh the Ruba yawns like a champ, by turns, and jumps out of sleep or less curious in the booth, he sneaks over to the hijacked Rocktar Lundbardens. He shrieks: "Situated Spooning, losgesperrt, knock knock knock-out with the Wheelers" And he ensnares the bare titanium as a pet. "Flit whiz, but quickly," he's also the best. Henley rubs his eyes. Somehow you have to be so aroused. Lighten up. But so soon? Just now is only the indicator rises from the horizon. "SvinΓΈ, there are sweet little piece of hot tea. In a minute, "he said so to his friend. "Soooo? Hem good flick. Flit wait, but then "And indeed! Patchara their meals served to determine the the daredevils probably want this digest in the saddle. Henley opened the hatch and pulls out the shining steel racer. Svinenyshs door is open. He squeals and shudders Rubsch untranslatable on it with happiness. "Put on helmets," said the young prince, and outputs the high-tech headgear. To ensure optimum visibility and need to enjoy these stylish racing helmets no visor. And instead have an air bag including chemical crosslinking to Wheeler. At a certain impact or fall in with the appropriate speed it is triggered. The liquid in the helmet sprouting from a plaster-like foam. Head injuries are therefore almost impossible. One simply tears off the helmet after the crash along with plaster from the head. "And take your Colts with." Patchara makes big eyes, Henley continued sheepishly, "I know how unlikely it is, but at least we are in enemy territory! So please, I'm obliged. " SvinΓΈ is ready first. In a kind Rockerpose he sits there, ready to press the start button. Henley gives the signal, they dash off. Holy crap, what kind of power that? The throttle must be at most pet. Then this design. It is simply a unit with his hit. Svinenysh the Ruba is too cocky. He turned with a jerk. "Waaaah" His body is taking off, he just clings tightly in his hands on the handlebars. Impossible for a man so endure but SvinΓΈ has significantly more power into the hands of his bones are virtually frozen. With difficulty he managed to turn off the gas tap. He shakes and taps his helmet. Henley and Patchara close to Him, "Be careful SvinΓΈ!" Said the young diplomat's daughter. "This is not a game." Yes, even the swashbuckling Ruba noted that caution is called for in these rockets. He nods at you. Henley is the direction. Since the front, this looks like a small shallow lake. He immediately takes it course. Shortly after all three go smoothly over the smooth water. The software controlled Wheeler increases the speed of sinking impossible. What a race! Henleys Navi shows at some distance from the Desapir Canyon. This sight of course he immediately wants to show his friends. What a mistake. A canyon is just the property to drop hundreds of meters. Of course it is perfectly safe under normal circumstances. But here, in a war zone? Four metal heads rotate. What is it? It's fast, but lacking in your memory. You see behind the Wheelers and arithmetic. Calculate by your commands, then you start moving. Possible in the shadows, behind the bushes for cover, you jump behind the new target. Henley's band is certainly faster, but have long been the bots angenavt the new energy signatures. The pursuit is in progress. A fact which our heroes, including on-board computer of the Wheelers is unknown. Even if the software is sophisticated all the rage. A follow-up by four combat robots Exaklasse missing. Just the edge of the plateau is reached. All three of your jump motorcycles. The sight is overwhelming. Behind you, the barren steppe, in front of you this huge, million year old canyon with a trickle in the middle, a few hundred feet below. This is also so small brook: He has dug him, the Desapir Cannions on the Exo Pak Prime in Indi system. Even the Quadriga of war machines is now on site. Hiding behind a bush you explore the situation. It has become even more complicated. Three moving passengers. Small they are. People? Attackers with fighting machines? "We are clarifying MIL, and we switch off." Rattles it in your artificial brains. The networking works. Access! Four glowing iron fellows are now launched. Diffracted rays, riots in the barren steppe and dust clouds accompany the squadron, you are announcing. Patchara sees the onrushing fighting force as the first. She screams like a banshee, in fear of death. Henley grabs his Colt. RRRRRRRRRRRRt. The first hundred shots are history. Optimal mushrooming all well and good. In humans, the weapons are adoring! But with bots? Zack the next magazine. The first of the attacker stumbles. After three hundred rounds, he's finally done. Now change the Exa-MILS strategy, pull out your weapons. Machine guns are mounted on your back. Patchara Petch-a-boon burned one after the other hundreds. As long as supplies last for? There, they will hit on the head, the airbag is triggered. Not three seconds later, she travels to your now useless protection from the head, is vulnerable because in their full glory. Svinenysh wildly acting, everywhere at the same time, recognizes the danger. He gives off a salvo at the attacker, with little effect. The bot will measure and take his girlfriend on the upper arm. Fortunately, only a glancing shot. She starts to bleed. The young Ruba is now so out of hand, he at least achieved one thing: The two bots are focused on Him. Svinenysh as wild, hundreds of thousands of shots fired at the attackers, and it actually succeeds him off another aggressor. One down, two still active, a high price. You saw him driven forth before him. He is now almost on the brink. The second measure takes Exa million, hit a terrible outcry, then it falls. In depth. Sometime later, the dull thud below. Strangely, at the precise moment of SvinΓΈ's death stands still, the battle for second. Patchara see with empty eyes to the crash site. Henley fought fourth Bot The world is collapsing, the impossible has happened. No more cartridges, two bots still alive. The absolute end? Already? Here's something different! In human language, in German, as you always want to rattle off Henley's opponent: "No, it's nonsense, TOTALLY WRONG!" And he takes measure. He slaughters SvinΓΈ's murderer down from behind. Then he collapses. The battle is over, the absolute emptiness returns, the unspeakable happened. Henley's view is looking Svinenysh, he finds Patchara. Now he knows it too. Patchara Petch-a-boon stands there, bleeding, the Colt in his hand. She cries. Just as there can only Asians. It simply runs out of your eyes, like water. No emotion on his face, except now and then a blink. Henley runs toward you, hop over the destroyed robot before you and takes you into his arms. Even now he weeps bitterly. Seconds or minutes? No one knows for sure, but at some point you look around. Their eyes wander across the battlefield. All off until your savior. As he crouches behind. Each of them had already used up nearly all the ammunition. Had this steel pile back there in the sun, gone on, Henley and now also dead Patchara During You wipe the tears from their faces and get on to your savior.
(XXX) Baptism Calmly and dispassionately at the same time he sits there, folded up in sleep mode. For now relatively experienced Robo Henley-Tecs and Patchara is easy to recognize this. Also, the manual activation button on the occipital bone, you already know. Henley pushes him, the mechanism unfolds. Two cameras scrutinize him immediately, Henley takes a scepter in his hand: "Yes, killing is forbidden! Have you stopped why? Our fate was sealed. Why have you turned your colleagues? " The nameless man rattles off, it retains the two children in mind: "Why implementation is lacking. Why? Oooh primary voltage critical. Eeh Aah too many questions ... waste of time and energy! "Suuhpt! Renewed self-disconnection. Henley, beside himself with anger but will necessarily useful answers. After all, only a few minutes before his world collapsed. He just wants to activate the bot again manually Patchara He reaches into his arm. All tears are gone from your face, emotions are shown in the far east reluctantly, but the exact observer sees the sadness in your trains. Including Henley. He looks at her quizzically. "Please leave, Henley. I do that this time, ok? "He nods, and this time you press the button. Under surveillance again, the bot's environment. "Exa-MIL: What is your primary job," asks the young diplomat's daughter. The called party is now focused on his new interlocutor and replied: "Exa-MIL Exo reconnaissance unit in automatic mechanisms City II mission. Causal memory overflow occurred during Stapelconexion Neural syntax failure. Responsible individual action based Kognitiverfahrung performed. Individual parameters have the primary mission drowned out by calculation. Statistical noise 53 to 45 percent, two percent tolerance. Observation set on destruction. " Quiet and thoughtful answers Patchara Petch-a-boon, "Exa MIL Exo, you've done the right thing. Your matrix is ββcorrect ... "Just a moment while she wants him to ask his name, but you thought it over quickly otherwise. Most likely, this would result in the third off. Exactly the opposite is true. It is time to go on the offensive. Clear statements are needed. "By your actions you will now be promoted prudent. In addition, you will be awarded an individual designation. Furthermore, is made available immediately as a freelance employee of the regents of the system, Dr. Leviathan to be active in Westerburg view. " She pulls out your Comm: "You now get your new name. Your employees shortens the procedure ... " Now, many will decide, is an important moment. The ghosts in the machine, adaptive subroutines, KI. Will he confirm? Otherwise, it gets complicated. A hack would be needed. Mikkel is where when you need him? Outwardly calm so continues the young engineer: "Please transfer your access codes on my comm, Subpipe UL corner NIC pp-alpha." In fact, the codes spin, makes Patchara to work. Pure straight into the kernel, the innermost layer of the Multitemporalspeichers is due. Cybernetics at is best. The name stands at the designated address, the override is only waiting for confirmation. Patchara looks around. You jump to the next best bush and breaks a branch from the crown. She introduces herself to the nameless apprentice sheet metal, holds the arm on his right shoulder and speaks the following words: "I hereby christen thee Exa-nano, this is now your name" you send from the configuration file, no visible movement on the target instance. "Exa-Nano! Provided with their own conscience very small you were, now you're a freelancer and Mecha-Tec supervisor to those Westerburg. " Henley knows what to do now. Several bots provide your service to Him at home. When buying, there is always the same procedure. A simple signature with the transmission control parameters. He sends his best friend over, this additional nods and claps them into the matrix of the robot. Procedure completed. Exa-Nano confirmed this verbally: "name, Exa-Nano, in the possession of
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