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04/22/09(Wed)17:54 No.4362662>>4357617 Actually, I think that's a pretty good representation of the mk3 bolo. One of the earliest models. In the story it's described as a turretless truncated pyramid covered in weapon ports. Used for infantry support for american troops in some south american jungle. The thing had a very primitive AI that followed whatever it's human operators had told it. It's actually a neat story in a 2018 near future infantry battle armors, advanced jeeps, and a very literal minded thinking tank. http://www.webscription.net/chapters/0671721844/0671721844.htm?blurb --- The technician's voice was shaky with unshed tears. "Unless the Glorios have a 150-ton tank, it's happening anyway," she said.
They were a kilometer beyond the Glorio outposts in the draw. The river ran to their left, circling in a wide arch around Firebase Villa. Water jetted in smooth arcs to either bank as the Mark III climbed through the rapids. In the shallow pools beyond the wave from the treads was more like a pulsing. Then the tank stopped, not a hundred meters from the UATVs' position.
"Vinatelli," Martins breathed. "You beautiful little geek!"
The tank remained silent. Another rocket sailed in, a globe of reddish fire trough the sky.
"What are you waiting for?" Martins cursed.
"I have no orders, Lieutenant," the newbie's voice said. "Last mission parameters accomplished."
Something dead and cold trailed fingers up Martin's spine. He's gone over the edge, she thought. Aloud, she snapped: "Fight, Vinatelli, for Christ's sake. Fight!"
"Fight whom, Lieutenant?"
"The Glorios. The people who're attacking the firebase, for fuck's sake. Open fire."
"Acknowledged, Lieutenant."
The night came apart in a dazzle of fire. |