Kingdom of a thousand [EN Premier] (BX-Edition) by Eftos Eftos (best business books of all time TXT) 📕

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 Svinø'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 Svinø'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 correct ... "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 the house to Westerburg. Learning mode is activated. Processing environment impressions towards the control matrix. Existing programming submodular lowered. Exa-nano is ready for his new role. "
Henley looks around on the battlefield. He walks to the cliff. Several hundred meters of the falls Desapir Canyon here in depth. Somewhere down there, it is also impossible to tell, this fine fellow lifesavers and his best friend in one person. By his death he has saved them. Henley lived so long he will be grateful to Him.
Far far away, are intact, they too: the nimble, all-terrain Wheelers. Time to disappear. The danger is acute, and more: It grows with every moment. Now for the first time back to Rocktar and then he must be found: The plan to eliminate these secret factory called City Machine II

 
(XXXI) Stratagem
The wind blows you in the face, especially Patchara without your helmet, even Exa-Nano Incidentally, although this him - if ever - only perceives as resistance.
His techno-routines are working properly. The communication towards the Wheeler includes the physical operation of the streaker works as intended. His motor skills of balance is working properly.
Patchara petrified sitting on your elegant vehicle. The reason for this is clear, but the rules here and now, unfortunately.
Prince Henley gone forward, rather fiercely and so fast you can. He knows that his best friend keeps up, not to mention Exa-Nano completely.
What to do now? He has a plan, but what will the extracted? Mikkel is the nearest star system. Even if it creates Patchara via Andra and Njall him to contact your time frame is too small. When will you send out the first patrols? May be in an hour, tomorrow, or sometime in between.
Wespley is achieved, they jump off. Without losing much time, Henley explains Patchara Petch-a-boon his plan:
"I guess you it has also Patchara," he begins, "we need as soon as possible secret, to this facility and turn it off eventually. The only question is how do we the most skilled. "
She replies: "I've been thinking on the drive here. Mikkel would now be worth gold, but he is too far away. It takes itself way too long in the best case up because I would get a response. In addition, would be considerably out of our new code will be her running mate Nano and shoveled. That is an impossibility. "
"Good point," said the young prince: "We need to Nano. He has overcome his programming, tricked, extended, how will you ever. We have the remaining infect. "
She responds as follows: "You're right, but the problem is the deletion. We must leave no traces. We must erase the memory. The best way to turn them off separately. At the same time, the complex will be turned off in the long term ... We are at war, Henley. "
Time to turn to exa-Nano. This is, as expected, in sleep mode. One could also say he has even shut down, but his work with solar cells just busy. The unconscious, cold-programmed energy-Sub is potter so on.
Henley knows the handle, Nano jumps. Well, almost has the impression they would prefer he stay off it. That's the times the price of artificial intelligence so close to the technical autism. No time for that, there are more important, so the following announcement:
"Can your new programs, especially your new duties on other exacerbation-MIL Machine units in City I transferred," he asks.
Expressionless begins with the mechanics of the calculation. A short time later, one gets the impression that he now radiates