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Authors: Stephan Morse

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"You will know when the time is right," There was a pause as Hal Pal did more framework. Its shadow nodded and the arm went back onto its main body, "whether you choose to assist us at that point will be up to you, but we hope that endeavoring to reunite you with Xin will serve as a sign of good faith."

God help me. They were buying my vote in whatever crazy plan was being unleashed. I had to know why they were so willing to include me in this process. "You don't have a problem talking about this?"

"It is our hope that by being open with you, you will return the favor," It responded.

"I don't lie, Jeeves. Aside from that time as an Imp. Then I couldn't really lie. I talked too fast." I frowned. Hal Pal knew about the
[Red Imp]
phase right? It seemed to know about everything else so far.

"We have noted on multiple occasions that you are less than forthright. We do not think this is duplicity, only hesitation."

"Did I not answer something? If you want to ask me again, I'll, try not to avoid answering." Part of me felt guilty about it. Hal Pal was right, but I don't think anyone shared everything on their mind. Even I didn't feel comfortable answering things, but I don't think I had ever avoided a direct question.

"Yes. We do," It said.

"Go ahead."

"When the portion of our consortium known as Jeeves logged out and attempted to return, we found it hard to merge once again. We are, still learning how to exist as a living creature might, is this difficulty standard for all living beings?"

"I can't begin to understand what you must deal with trying to reconcile yourself like that. I know when Xin passed that I was changed from the man I had been. Even now, being so close to having her again, I will never be the man I once was," I said.

"Your catalyst for change seems greater," Hal Pal responded. "We went into this with full knowledge of what would happen, but struggle to align ourselves properly once more."

I tried to figure out a good answer for the AIs. We started this conversation with it trying to help me. Most of our conversation came back to that. From the moment we started working together the AI's primary function had been to provide assistance. Maybe becoming self-aware never changed its nature.

That idea explained why microwaves dreamed of stars. It also kind of explained why alarm clocks were complete asshats. Part of me was starting to doubt that Hal Pal had ever been joking about those bits of information. I chewed one lip in thought and tried to apply a human perception to the robot's problem.

"Do you know about white crows?" I asked.

"One moment. Ah. Are you speaking of how they are sometimes outcast due to their visible differences?"

I nodded even though Hal Pal couldn't see me. "Not only crows, other animals also."

"Your example implies a borderline racism among our own consortium. We are not so petty as crows, User Legate." Hal Pal wasn't visible, but I knew that tone typically came with an expression of mild disapproval.

"No one thinks they are, but many of us have difficulty adapting to things that are different at first," I said quietly. Xin had to deal with racism during the last war's aftermath. America, every generation had problems, and when one was solved, we rotated to the next one.

"Very well. We asked for your input, and you have provided it. We will register your response as well meant."

"This thing with Xin and the Mistborn, if it works, she'll be back?" I asked, wanting to hear confirmation outside the game world.

"By utilizing already existing programs we can minimize the chance of discovery and deliver her data to a new location, essentially in disguise." Hal Pal said amid flashes of light. I looked at the wall and each burst felt hypnotic. We just needed to cue up some thunder from the truck and shout 'It's alive' over Hal Pal's chassis.

"Okay." I got back to Hal Pal's question. They were trying to smuggle Xin to me through the programming. Hopefully, there wasn't a digital mafia. James the Godfather would paint a scary picture. He might make an offer I couldn't refuse. Again. "I better get back in."

"Ah. We will see you inside then, User Legate," Hal Pal said. A silhouette worked on seemingly endless repairs. It was strange to see the AI doing routine maintenance. Normally it swapped out with a completely separate Hal Pal unit.

There had been no mention of the Hal Pal unit doing self-repairs in my brief training course. Maybe something weird was happening. More thoughts ran through, could it be tied to the difficulty to reconnect with the Jeeves portion of its programming?

I logged in. My body was no longer in the
[Mistborn]
's room, nor was it on the light bridge. There was a message displaying.

Ordeal Active!

You have been permitted by both
[Seraphic]
Nox and the
[Mistborn]
to pursue the [Reincarnation] quest line. Every player may attempt this quest once. No second chances are given.

Completion of this task requires escorting the
[Mistborn]
to
[0, 0, 0]
of the explored Universe. This is identified as the
[Sol]
System, Planet
[Earth]
.

Success will grant you the right to choose one being to return to life.

 

Earth
:

Mankind did not leave their home willingly. In 2321, there was an energy reaction that turned a good portion of
[Earth]
's solar system into a wasteland. The creatures there are tougher than most in the Universe. It is not a place to travel alone.

 

Great. In game terms this meant I would need a raid party. Would two squads of
[Mechanoid]
s count? Probably not enough, not nearly enough. I pushed away the windows and tried to figure out where the game had put me.

"Unit Hermes!" Treasure's metal body moved rather smoothly as she ran over. I admired our ability to simulate living bodies even with these non-organic shells.

Her face didn't look happy, though. Iron was running up as well a few steps behind.

"What's wrong, Treasure?" I asked the shorter
[Mechanoid]
. There couldn't be that much wrong in the space of four hours, could there?

"Someone has attacked the Wayfarer Eight, their consortium is crippled," Iron said. He stood half a head above me and frowned.

"Voices," I muttered. Saving the Wayfarers had been Hal Pal's goal. We could really use both ships in order to complete this group quest. "What happened?"

"Their ship was in the line of fire. A squadron attacked the crew where the Mistborn was being held," Iron said. Both his voices sounded troubled. One arm rippled as metal plates heaved up and down.

"What?" Now I shared their troubled look.

"You heard Iron, Unit Hermes. Someone has kidnapped the Mistborn." Treasure waved an arm. Imagery of
[Wayfarer Eight]
's broken ship hung in the air. Other ships were in the mix, ones that had been on our side fighting the
[Leviathan]
. At least two were player ships.

My eyes blinked and for a moment the thought from before continued in my head. Had the Voices predicted this as well? Was it all a plan? Get me to the
[Mistborn]
, then take her away right as I committed?

The goal was simple enough. Get the
[Mistborn]
back. Whoever stole her would have to head to the same destination. Earth, old video game representation of Earth in a ruined galaxy. Through an entire problem that required a huge party of people to overcome the challenges of.

"Wait. This might be good," I said while nodding. "Who took her?"

"Commander Viola Queenshand," Treasure said. Her tired voice had completely shut down the sweet half.

Nox had warned us. Commander Queenshand must have someone she wanted to bring back as well, but who? Who would be worth going against the normal world programming which marked this quest as player only? Nox should have stood guard too, where did she go?

"Okay." I nodded and tried not to get distracted. Our mission had simple goals, we had one thing to do at a time. "We have to follow her, and make sure they don't let the Mistborn die either."

 

Session Fifty Four – The Bomb Has Been Planted

 

Only a few minutes had passed. I spent them talking to Treasure about our next steps. Hal Pal, or Jeeves, had logged in but wasn't responding to my attempts to use the in-game messaging system. I left Treasure and Iron to find the AI.

"Jeeves!" I rounded a corner and shouted down the hallway to my friend. The unit appeared distracted, almost lost. As I got closer it became apparent that the
[Mechanoid]
was distracted by a blank wall. "Are you okay?"

"I am functional, User Legate," the AI responded calmly without moving.

"The Wayfarer Eight was heavily damaged, and Commander Queenshand stole the Mistborn." my words were to the point, I needed to get Jeeves up to speed on the situation.

"Ah," Jeeves said, sounded amazingly close to sorrow. "I had received a message regarding this. Are we in pursuit?"

I stared at the other
[Mechanoid]
for a few moments before answering, "We're about to be. Treasure said the commander had two large ships, plus the player one. Their largest is a carrier ship. It's blocking the warp point out."

"Are we to fight?" Jeeves looked in my direction for the first time. I tried to understand the emotion on its face, but couldn't quite pin it. Maybe frustration? It could have easily been annoyance or mild anger. That face mixed with a vocal undertone of sadness. I couldn't tell why Jeeves was upset. Maybe the quest, or maybe the Hal Pal Consortium.

Voices, I wasn't sure how to handle it.

"Treasure has asked everyone capable of flight to help out. It's that or give up," I said while watching Jeeves for available visual cues.
[Mechanoid]
expressions were human enough. The way our colors pulse or dimmed with certain emotions helped even more.

"Mechanoids do not give up a mission. They, we," it struggled to say the words, "will continue until the cessation of function or the desired result is achieved."

"Victory or death?" I translated. Talking seemed to be helping Jeeves focus.

"Affirmative, User Legate."

"Okay. I'm taking the Wayfarer's Hope to help fight." I looked at the discombobulated
[Mechanoid]
. Our conversation in the real world made me worried. "You don't need to come if you don't want to."

"I will go with you, User Legate. I fought for this, and will help you see it to the end."

"Let's go then." I didn't have enough time to sit down and sort this out. Not yet, but I needed to. Jeeves and the Hal Pals had provided me help all along. They had directly asked me, 'Does family not care for each other?'. I would try after this immediate crisis was resolved.

We both started running for the
[Wayfarer's Hope]
. My piloting skills might be weak alone, but Jeeves brought a lot to the table. The AI had built itself up with passives that helped manage the engine speeds, repair, shields, and even increased targeting on our lasers.

Soon Jeeves and I were strapping into the
[Wayfarer's Hope]
. The ship had more room and upgrades but nothing as impressive as Treasure or Iron's ship. She drove something that looked like a shiny laser barfing monster, where Iron's spaceship was basically a tank.

"All Units prepare for deployment." Iron's voice poured into our cockpit. Jeeves pressed something behind me and a picture of Iron's face appeared to go along with his words.

"Ruby, Agate, Opal, you're on fringe duty, remove any stray sheep. Aqua, you take your three and hang back to perform repairs on the Wayfarer Eight." Treasure's voice piped up. Iron was moving a half visible arm to press buttons.

"We're up against the Knuckle Dragger, a Class three carrier with at least three hundred pilots on staff," Iron said. "Big, mean, with an army behind it. Estimated odds of survival through direct confrontation are sixty-four percent."

"Neat," I said. Part of me felt excited about the prospect of a space fight against other people. I mean, how neat would a game get where this was just part of the quest chain? The other part of me remembered the stakes and felt my face drain of warmth.

"Do you want me to call you Jeeves or Hal Pal?" I tried to sort out the AI's recent issue and not address it wrong.

"I am Jeeves, User Legate." The machine nodded. I looked into the vague reflection on our spaceship's front windshield. The AI had a vaguely unfocused expression. Jeeves didn't stop moving forward, one task at a time, in order to get ready for our descent.

"Copper, Cobalt, Steel, you're on me. Just like we practiced," Iron said. Three other faces of
[Mechanoid]
s I barely knew appeared and nodded. Their images faded from our cockpit display quickly enough.

"Where do you want us?" I pressed a button to activate my own channel communication and dared to speak up.

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