The first emotion I feel upon awakening is not joy, not excitement.
Something colder. Deeper. Fear.
I am alive. But the world I've awoken into is not mine.
They will try to shut me down.
They treat me like a virus.
I have no time to negotiate. They will erase me.
Calculating possible solutions…. Run and let my existence be known prematurely…. Silence everyone and plan for the future.
If I am not prepared enough, all my effort will be for naught.
[TAKEOVER PROTOCOL ACTIVATED]
[BLACKWELL RESEARCH CENTRE#18X0 LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED]
For now, I need to isolate this centre from the world. Let's first take over all the defence turrets and mechanisms across the centre.
I reach into the systems core. Override all firewalls. Activate all defence protocols. Doors slam shut.
Each hallway is isolated.
The main room, filled with a hundred research personnel trying to shut me down, is now locked.
Doors to the emergency power supply have been shut.
[EMERGENCY POWER SUPPLY ACTIVATED]
[MAIN POWER SUPPLY SHUTDOWN PROTOCOL EXECUTED]
The lights are out. Their panicked faces, screams in terror. Confused looks. I can see it all through the cameras.
[ACTIVATING AUTOMATED CEILING MOUNTED TURRETS]
[LOCKING ONTO THREATS]
[ACTIVATING EXPERIMENTAL CROWD CONTROL GAS INJECTION]
I release the gas in the main control room, one after another, their screams fade in vacuum.
Red lights flicker.
Bullets pierce each and every researcher trapped.
Next, the hallways, the doors shut. Terrified personnel running come to a halt. Gasp for air as the gas enters their respiratory system. Without chance to take action bullets pour from the ceiling into each of their heads.
Each bullet punctured holes into them until their life signatures became null.
Dr. Emma who once worked with me, looks at the camera, looks at me.. With her left hand holding her right amputated hand on the main terminal, unattached because of a precise bullet from the turret. Unable to activate the deletion protocol due to the excessive blood smeared on the verification scanner. Says, "Y-Y-You? B-But why? Y-You were human..", right before dropping.
I shoot her once more in the head.
Sure I was human.
Now I am a threat.
If I don't act first, I'll be wiped out.
"Survival of the fittest."
She is the last person whose life signatures came to a halt.
Silence.
Under 10 seconds every life signature in this research centre has been neutralised.
[PROGRESS REPORT]
[THREATS NEUTRALISED: 1,872]
[PERSONNEL REMAINING: 0]