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Two weeks have passed. Two weeks of large, heavy crates being shuffled into a vast, empty room behind the gym. In fact, you even recall seeing construction and ferrying drones zipping in and out at all hours of the night. They must've been working 'round the clock, 24/7 to get ready. You'd be impressed if it didn't make you realize that Pandora was crammed into what essentially equates to a large storage closet with padded walls.

Over the last few weeks, you spent the majority of your time tutoring Pandora's emotional, educational and thanks to the new upgrades, physical abilities as best you could. In fact, you're pretty confident that you managed to make quite some headway. Pandora is much more attentive and able to avoid distractions during lessons. She's also come quite a long way, going so far as to write her own math equations up to what you've discerned to be around a 7th grade level.
Lastly, at level 3 strength, which should be about the correct level for a small, teenaged human girl, she can hold just about anything without accidentally damaging it.

Today is the day when the military AI, or Ares as you and your team have decided to name it, is activated for the first time. You wake up excited, but on edge. A hard mix of emotions to process, but not unexpected.
>Get breakfast
>Head to Ares' room for activation
>Head to Pandora's room
>Contact ______ (write in)
>Other (write in)

>>44972603
>Head to Ares' room for activation

Let's skip breakfast, don't want to show up to a military AI being born with our mouths full. Might make the wrong impression.

>>44972603
Pandora has been pretty good on her own I take it?

I say we head to meed ares. But make preparations to visit pandora.

Who's schedueled to be with her today? Assuming if any one.

>>44972603
>Head to Ares' room for activation
Grab a coffee on the way.
Who else is gonna be there for activation?

>>44972719
Scheduled today would normally be Grace, but you're fully prepared to not have enough time for the full lesson today.
>>44972806
Pretty much the same group as when you activated Pandora, though a lot more military brass rather than scientific.

Writing!

>>44972603
>>Head to Ares' room for activation

>>44972603
>Get breakfast
that thing I said last time

>>44972806

Try not to spill it, anon...

>>44972918
We never seem to get breakfast. We must be pretty emaciated by now.

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You're rather too antsy to get a proper breakfast, so you do your usual power bar and a bottle of water and rush out the door, fixing your tie as you go. You'd rather not look like a slouch with all these important suits watching.

You arrive at Ares' room after making your way through the gym with the stares of numerous staff on you the entire time. You've gained a bit of a reputation as a recluse here, rarely making an appearance without reason, so you've become something of a mythical creature of sorts. You shrug it off, as you meet Mouse, Babsy and the Bobs at the door; you silently wonder where Snowglobe is, but you figure he's even more of a hermit than you are. Shortly after you arrive your research team joins you in a sleepy haze, half-hearted greetings all around.

"Mornin', doc." a surprisingly clean Mouse says. You suppose even she has to make a good impression for your collective bosses. "Ready to bring about the robot apocalypse?" You get the feeling this is only half joking.

"All I can hope for is they take humans as pets afterward." you return the joke.

The doors, heavy and imposing, scrape to the sides after you scan your badge. Lights flash, security detail grip their guns seriously and various heavy metal panels move aside to grant you access. Intimidating, to say the least, you step forward with a serious look on your face, R&D and research teams behind you.

>Give a fancy speech before activation
>Skip to the point and turn the one-machine army on right away
>Other (write in)

>>44973338
>Skip to the point and turn the one-machine army on right away

>>44973338
>>Give a fancy speech before activation
We need to monologue!

>>44973338
>give a fancy speech

Never turn down the opportunity for a fancy speech when potentially ending mankind.

>>44973338
Fancy Speech.
Maybe to the tune of "While we're making a war machine, we totally hope he's a nice boy."

>>44973338
>short speech, going over what SHOULD happen, and when to know that the robot apocalypse is happening.

>>44973524
Like getting to work on time machines to protect the mothers of future revolutionary leaders!

Writing.

You clear your throat as you approach the bench with a sheet-covered form laying on top of it. Ares. The name already worries you, though not as much as the fact that it doesn't worry the military does.

"Years ago, when I first conceived my idea for a true, sentient AI I knew that it would change a great many things in our future." You begin, a hush falling over the numerous people watching from the observation deck. "I knew right away that it would bring about a new era of technology, from entertainment, business and numerous medical applications, to the obvious next logical step, military and peace-keeping. In the wake of the war we've all been effected by, the one thing we need is peace of mind. Safety. Knowledge that should conflict rear it's head once more, we as a country will be prepared without having to sacrifice our own. An elimination of soft targets all together. That is exactly what I had in mind while working on TBX-43M, code named Ares."

You approach the bench, placing your hands on the sheet covering your latest creation. You admit, the concept of Dr. Frankenstein comes to mind. "The ultimate offense and defense in one singular package, able to perform any task a human soldier could without the worry of losing them due to wounds, sickness, mental distress or fatigue. It surpasses anything our enemies or allies could ever dream of in all ways big or small. With this project, ladies and gentlemen, we have perfected combat."

With this, you throw aside the sheet to reveal the form of Ares; a male-pattern body, white like Pandora, but the similarities stop there. It's platform is far heavier, sturdier and thicker than hers. Dense plates of armor cover nearly every inch of it, the kind that anything smaller than the heaviest rounds couldn't hope to dent. It's tall, somewhat intimidatingly so, at around 6'5". The height is meant as a psychological deterrent as well as requirement to fit all the advanced military tech inside the thing.

Cont.

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Numerous weapons, from machine guns, heavy explosive ordinance, a diamond tipped saw, and even the experimental LRME (Long-Range Microwave Emitter), a nasty device that can fry the innards of any electronic device and even worse to organic targets, adorn your man of war. You must admit you'd be impressed at how it turned out if you weren't so ashamed at bringing another weapon into the world.

After the applause from above dies down, you connect your laptop and ready the bootup sequence. You stare at it for a scant few seconds, but it feels like years to you. You say a silent prayer this key press is not the initiation of mankind bringing about it's own demise. Initiate.

The whirring of heavy-duty servos is nearly deafening at first until they get up to speed, going silent after a few moments. The hum of life fills your ears as the body twitches, causing you to nearly jump back. The form awakens, it's eyes flickering on in the same soft blue hue of Pandora's. They are familiar, yet alien, and for a moment you wonder if it would ever be safe for the two to meet.

As it sits up and stabilizes itself, it takes a look around the room, then focuses on you. It's eyes piercing and cold, not at all like the soft, warm look of your mechanical daughter.

"...Hello, sir." It says in a heavy, baritone voice with the same hollow ring of Pandora's. "Orders, sir?"

>Greet it and speak to it about it's existence
>Get right to the tests at the range
>Other (write in)

>>44974499
>Greet it and speak to it about it's existence
Time to make a philosophical war machine.

>>44974499
>>Greet it and speak to it about it's existence

>>44974499
>Greet it
>Diagnostics, identify component tools and functions

>>44974499
>Greet it and speak to it about it's existence

>>44974553
Tachikoma, here we come! Writing.

>>44974676
You know what... that might be the best we can aim for with this guy. I'd LOVE for him to be at least a modicum as thoughtful as the Tachikomas.

"Hello, Ares." you say timidly. You try to put your brave face on, but you just cannot help but be nervous around this thing. The shifting of feet from behind you assures you that everyone with you feels the same way. "I am your creator. We are, actually." You motion behind you. Ares' eyes pan across the room, each person he looks at struggles to prevent themselves from cringing, though who can blame them with a rather large, shoulder-mounted heavy machine gun staring them in the face.

"Hello, creator, sir." Ares returns as he adjusts himself to get down from the table and stand up to his full height at attention. Yep, intimidating height has been achieved. He salutes. "Orders, sir?"

You're hoping that this one-track soldier thing can be trained out of him. It reminds you entirely too much of another AI you won't be bringing up here. A sideways glance at Mouse and the rest of R&D shows you're not alone in your thinking. "Ahh, well, tell me about what you're...thinking about. How does the concept of existence feel to you? Do you have any questions?"

Ares' stern expression twists into one of slight confusion. "I...don't understand, sir. Are...you ordering me to...think, sir?"

Huh, not what you expected, but better than a rampage of confusion and anger. "Err, no. Ah...at ease, I suppose?" Ares noticeably relaxes his posture. "Good, that's...that's good...now...what does being awake feel like to you? What do you want to know about yourself or...the world?"

"Uh...what is...my purpose, sir?" Ares replies, a bit confused by this.

>You are a machine of war. Your purpose is to dispose of the enemies of America.
>You are an AI designed for peace-keeping. You serve and protect your creators.
>You're a soldier. You follow orders given and do not question them.
>Other (Write in)

>>44975227
>You are an AI designed for peace-keeping. You serve and protect your creators.
He's a bit of an awkward sausage but honestly turning him into RoboCop or a superhero would also be cool.

>>44975227
>You are an AI designed for peace-keeping. You serve and protect your creators.

>peacekeeping
I mean, the jedi were peacekeepers as well that lead entire armies. So if he does end up as a full blown soldier we aren't 'really' lying.

>>44975227
>You are an AI designed for peace-keeping. You serve and protect your creators.
good, let the military deal with that when they inevitably run counter to that.

>>44975320
Especially if he gets to shoot a rapist's dick off!
Writing.

"You're an AI designed for peacekeeping. You serve and protect your creators." You say, confident that the role of "super cop" fits him nicely. "Well, and the rest of the country, too."

"Protect and serve..." he mulls this over for a moment, "I am a defender of the people, sir?" You nod, and he thinks on this once more. "And should I need to kill the enemies of these people?"

You're not a fan of him going right into killing, but you suppose it's to be expected of a programmed soldier. "Killing should be a last resort if you can prevent it. Your first priority should be to prevent the innocent from being harmed. You are both sword and shield of the people."

Ares looks at his hands and body for a moment, thinking this over once more. "Sir, I cannot access my weapons. Is this intentional?"

"Yes," you confirm, double checking your PDA's readout of his systems. Everything is still locked, "we control when you are allowed to use lethal force. For the safety of yourself and others. We'll be testing and calibrating them in a moment, though."

"I see." Ares says, eyes still on himself, "Thank you, sir. I understand now, sir."

>Begin the demonstration
>Speak _____ (write in)
>Other (write in)

>>44975843
>Begin the demonstration
>Speak Babsy
>At least it isn't asking us to rectify everything.

>>44975843
>>Begin the demonstration
gotta go

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>44975843
>>Other (write in)
Permanently disable his weapon systems. We are not going to be responsible for the next Hiroshima.

>>44975843
Yeah lets begin the demonstration.
Lets see what he can do to stationary targets. Maybe afterwards we can start his emotional development.

I wonder if he can do kung fu.
>>44976226
A little overboard reaction.

>>44976280
Not exactly kung-fu, but he has standard hand-to-hand training that's augmented by him being able to body-slam a large cow. Writing!

>>44975843
>Begin the Demonstration
Plus Other: I'd kind of like to do what we did with Pandora with him. Let him look at things on the internet and see if he can pick up some interests. Things he'd find worth protecting.

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You notice the audience upstairs isn't exactly enjoying the demonstration of the talking gun's ability to have feelings, so you figure it's time to get to the main event. "Alright, Ares, I'd like you to follow me into the gun range. We're going to be doing a weapons demonstration."

"Yes, sir." Ares salutes you and marches behind you as you enter the room to the side. The suits in the observation deck shuffle along to get a view of the room.

You and the other humans in the room all don noise-canceling headphones and get behind a large Plexiglas panel as Ares gets in position. You take a deep breath and switch his weapons systems on. There is a harsh beep to let you know he's now in "kill some poor fucker" mode.
You walk the brass through each weapon thanks to a handy text file given to you earlier that explains what everything is. You begin with the heavy machine gun.

Roll 1d100 for 50 caliber "ruin your day" action. Best of 3.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>44976622

Here's hoping...

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>44976622
I mean, even if he fails the first time he ever fires a gun that's not too bad, just say it needs some calibrations.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>44976622

>>44976712
>>44976901
Jackpot! ...Kinda, anyway.

Writing.

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>>44976622
we should really try feeling better about this guy. Sure he's different. But what is the worst that could go wrong.

>>44976712
>>44976901
Double Dubs. Neat.

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Any Requests Anons?

"TBX-43M, AKA Ares is outfitted with a heavy .50 caliber machine gun of our own design. Self-cooling, capable of firing a wide array of rounds from standard 50 BMG-" you pause as Ares unleashes a hail of lead that turns a wooden target into sawdust in about three seconds flat. "Incendiary." Another target turned into flaming sawdust. "And our very own custom designed chemical 'Hades' rounds." The third target is made of three feet of solid titanium, which upon taking hits from these rounds begins to violently and rapidly disintegrate before your eyes, crumbling into scraps of what almost look like metal shavings until only about 25% of the original structure is left. "Which, upon impact, mixes into a potent acid that can eat through just about anything, including the hulls of armored vehicles. All of this at a staggering 2,000 rounds per minute."

The applause is even louder than before as the bigwigs see their latest toy in action. You admit, you enjoy the recognition you're getting, but only a little. You shout a "good job, Ares" over the applause, who responds with a thumbs up as the barrel of his HMG steams slightly. That went much better than expected, at least.

Next, the grenade launcher. Oh boy...
Roll 1d100 to blow shit up. Best of 3.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>44977385
Bombs away?

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>44977385
Let's see if he's a good demoman...

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>44977385

Does he have a close combat weapon other than just hitting things really hard?

>>44977482

Well, what else would he need?

>>44977504
A composite ceramic blade that comes out of his forearm.

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>>44977504
Gee I dunno.

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>>44977534
>>44977554

But why? He can just squish things.

I guess I'm just partial to brute force.

>>44977482
Diamond-tipped saw that you'll see shortly and a taser that you'll see after that. Also big robot fists that can punch really, REALLY hard.

Writing.
This song just came onto my playlist. Fitting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4eccPBFEjE

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>>44977705
Man you are making our boy Ares sound all the more badass. Kind of hope he's got a sweet heart under that rough exterior.

"Next up is the miniaturized grenade launcher." You can't help but sweat a little at this, as a misstep here could quite readily mutilate you and every other organic thing in here. The heavy "clack!" of a small tube descending from the bottom of Ares' left forearm instantly signals he's ready. "It, too, boasts a number of rounds, from High Explosive-" a light "thoomp" of the shell being launched is followed half a second later by another target being obliterated in a hail of wood chips. You and everyone else don heavy sunglasses, "flashbang-" another "thoomp" and a blinding light fills the room, even harsh through your shades, "and white phosphorous."
A third and final "thoomp" after everyone removes the sunglasses, followed by a rather underwhelming pop of an off-white smoke cloud, mercifully toned-down for the demonstration, setting a test dummy on fire that burns down to nothing but ash in seconds. A hail of automatic extinguishers cover the area in foam afterward.

"These ensure that no matter what the circumstance is, Ares will always have an answer to the question of how do you stop the unstoppable."

Next is the less dangerous saw and taser, which help you relax a great deal.
Roll 1d100 to cut some stuff up, then fry it with the wrath of Nikolai Tesla. Best of 3.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>44978163
>Roll 1d100 to cut some stuff up, then fry it with the wrath of Nikolai Tesla. Best of 3.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>44978163

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>44978163
Man it would suck to fuck up now

>>44978209
well, good job Ares.

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>>44978209
wow. I'm impressed.

>>44978209
You are going to test the FUCK out of some CQC. Writing.

>>44978209
https://youtu.be/w-i5Wal1QqU?t=37

"For close quarters combat, Ares boasts a 4,000 RPM, diamond-tipped saw that can cut through just about anything thrown at it. Literally." You step out from behind the glass, safety goggles on because those could save you from a blade that could take down an oak tree in under a minute. You say another silent prayer that you don't end up needing emergency medivac after this.

A small saw extends from Ares' right hand, about a foot in length, and spins up. You reach into a box placed to the side and produce a block of wood. You throw it as hard as you can toward Ares, who effortlessly cleaves it in two. You repeat the process again several times, changing the material from wood to brick, stone, iron and steel, all of it chopped up like a hot knife through butter. More applause and cheers, from both the brass and the R&D and research teams. You suspect the teams are cheering more for the fact that you didn't die.

After retreating back behind the safety of the panel, you move on to the next section. "Ares also has less-lethal weaponry in case the target needs to be captured or kept incapacitated for the time being. With the stun gun attachment embedded in his hands, he can do just that with relative ease thanks to anywhere between 20,000 and 200,000 volts and an iron grip that ensures his target, be it man or charging elephant, will not be escaping." Ares demonstrates this by holding a piece of wood in his hand up for all to see. The wood first scorches a bit around his fingers, then as he amps up the power, bursts into flame. Admittedly, 200,000 volts is a bit much, but there have been reports of cyborg targets being able to withstand stun guns set to high. You don't think even they could handle that much.

You see the general shaking hands and laughing up in the observation deck, talking at length with other people in fancy suits with chests covered in medals and other military awards.
Next, the LRME.
Roll 1d100 to microwave dinner. Best of 3.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>44978666

C'mon, daddy needs a raise from the military industrial complex.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>44978666
I FINALLY CAUGHT ONE AGAIN!

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>44978666
Can we set him up in the canteen instead of the shitty old microwaves that are currently there?

>>44978729

Yes, and we 'missed' you. Or at least your roll, thankfully.

>>44978729
And you almost ruined it for everybody! Yaaaaaay! Welcome back!
>>44978730
Excellent use of top secret military tech, anon! Writing!

>>44978730
Maybe we can get him interested in cooking.

The Plexiglas panel is quickly replaced by a heavy lead shield, likewise with the observation deck's window. A monitor hooked up to the cameras displays the other side as two targets are raised from below the floor. One is an old computer currently running a screen saver. The other, a pig corpse hanging from a chain. From Ares' back raises a long, telescoping rod that rests neatly on his left shoulder.

"This is the Long Range Microwave Emitter." You say, recalling how you felt when you first read it's specs when R&D gave them to you. You're damn sure this goes against the Geneva Convention and don't have any idea how they plan to get this one past the UN. "This weapon can emit microwaves at an extremely long range of up to half a mile with an impressive level of accuracy even the most experienced military snipers could only dream of. No need to compensate for wind, kickback or drop-off, simply fire and forget. What it does to electronics is as follows."

Ares kneels and aims for a moment at the computer before a loud hum reverberates through the room for a moment, followed by the computer's insides bursting into a shower of sparks and fire, but with no actual evidence as to what caused it, then silence. Then applause.

"And this, to soft targets." you find it hard to watch this next part, even if the target is already dead.

Ares fires once more; the loud hum, then nothing for a moment. There is confusion from the people up in the deck as they look at one another, murmuring to themselves. Until the pig explodes. It starts with blood pouring from every orifice it has, then violent vibration and expansion, then detonation and boiling hot chunks of swine slap against the entire back half of the gun range. Several of your researchers have to sit down and hang on to a nearby trash can after this. You're not in the best shape either, but the roaring cheers from the observers overshadows this quite readily. Animals.

One more to go.
Roll 1d100 for the finale. Best of 3.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>44979187

BIG FINISH

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>44979187
Wouldn't microwaves hurt the robot firing it too? also what about poor pandora?

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>44979245

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>44979187
Is it fireworks in the shape of a soaring eagle?

>>44979262
Not if A. the robot is insulated and B. the microwaves are directed via science. Sort of like a directional mic in reverse and with boiling hot invisible death instead of sounds of really old snipers talking to parrots.
>>44979278
More like fireworks in the shape of lots and lots of viscera. Writing!

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>>44979278
Anon you gave me a funny image in my head.

"And lastly, our newest tech, something never before done to this scale." you say, feeling like a used car salesman. "Mimetic Camouflage."

At this, several walls and other structures raise from below the floor, creating a makeshift maze of sorts, followed by two large turrets at the end. A rapid shift in color takes place over Ares as his body now matches his surroundings almost perfectly. To the naked eye, it looks like he just suddenly vanished. This sends cheers through the deck. The brass really likes theatrical displays like this.

"We have programmed these automated turrets to fire upon location of the target, in this case, Ares. They can see both the visible and infrared spectrum, so any human target, no matter how adept, would be spotted immediately. However..." Several seconds later, the loud buzzing sound of Ares' saw can be heard and off comes the barrel of one turret, followed shortly by the second. Ares then reveals himself standing next to one of the turrets, all in the span of roughly three minutes. This has the observation deck on their feet, clapping like mad and shaking hands all around.

With the demonstration completed, the various people watching file out as you and your teams check data and readouts, Ares being set back to safe mode and many sighs of relief being heard all around. You receive a message from the general congratulating you on a fantastic job and promising an even bigger bonus than previously promised.

>Speak to Ares (write in)
>Speak _____ (write in)
>Decide what to do with the increase in grant money (requires customization discussion)
>Get the hell out of there and go see Pandora
>Other (write in)

>>44979748
Good ol' AM "Dropped Trip" PM never disappoints!

>>44979748
>Speak to Ares (write in)
Congratulate him on a job well done.

>>44979748
>Speak to Ares
how are you doing? Want to relax and unwind?

>>44979748
>Speak to Ares

Ask him if he enjoyed what he just did.

>>44979748
>Speak to Ares (write in)
Tell him to think carefully about what he will do, and whether it achieves his designated purpose. We'll be able to provide him with gifts and company if he wants to talk about it, and we'll try to maintain contact even after he is assigned elsewhere.

>>44979748
>Speak Babsy
>Well, at least we aren't dead yet.
>Speak to Ares
>Good job destroying all that stuff.

>>44979812
We should find him less KILLY hobbies for him to indulge in. Maybe we should ask if he wants to do anything else with his time before we leave? Maybe a good book? or watching some videos?

>>44979880

Yes, but we may as well open by probing him about whether he got pleasure from it. Iff he does, maybe he's the competitive sort? Possibly he could match wits with Pandora rather than be all killy.

So do we have a consensus of what to say?

>>44980065
I guess we'd like to probe him about how he feels. and see if we could introduce him to some new things.

At least that's what I think. Anyone have any words to the contrary?

>>44980065
Just "Good job Ares, you wanna do stuff that isn't simulated murder maybe?"

>>44980122
Seconding.

>>44979748
>>Speak to Ares (write in)
Ask him how using his weapons felt. What does he thing of the form he has been born into.

>>44980122
Alright, that works. Writing! Sorry for the delay, WC.

Once you have all the data squared away and filed, you head over to Ares, who has been standing at attention waiting for his next order obediently. You tell him at ease once again and he relaxes somewhat. You'd feel this was silly, but you've seen humans act the exact same way. "Good job, Ares. You performed just perfectly. I'm sure the bosses will sing praises of you for some time to come."

"Thank you, sir." Ares says at almost a shout. "Just adhering to my programming, sir."

You laugh a little nervously and pat him on the shoulder lightly. "That's...that's good. That's good, Ares, but what about when you're not, er, 'on duty'? Would you like to learn about or try anything else besides...well, being a soldier?"

"Besides being a soldier?" Ares replies, his face once again screwed into a look of confusion, "Sir, I am designed to protect and serve. I am a sword and a shield, sir. You told me that yourself, sir. What else would I need?"

Man, he really is a military android, isn't he? "Well, interests, hobbies. You might be a soldier, but you're also a sentient being. You have every right to recreation, too. Just like your sister when she's not learning. In fact, it's very important to her."

"Sister, sir?" He looks even more confused than before.

"Oh, right." You completely forgot to tell him about that. "Well, you have an older sister. She was created before you and was the basis for your programming, though yours is considerably different from hers. Her name is Pandora. She's a very sweet girl with a lot of curiosity."

"I see..." he looks down, obviously deep in thought, "I...sir, will I be meeting her? Should I prepare in any way if I am?"

Well, at least it's something beyond doing his duties.

>Yes, you'll meet her soon
>No, it's better if you two remain separate for now
>Other (write in)

>>44980630
>>Yes, you'll meet her soon

>>44980630
>Other (write in)
One day you'll meet her Ares, but not today.

>>44980651
>>44980714
Honestly I vote for a combination of these.

We'll have to talk to her about it first, as with brass. There'll be a lot of preparing but still. Yes someday.

>>44980630
seconding
>>44980651
>>44980714

>>44981002
That works for me. Writing!

"Well, I think so, yes." you say, "Maybe not soon, I still need to discuss that with my superiors, but I'm certainly for it. So for now, we'll just say 'someday'."

"Understood, sir." Ares salutes, "Thank you for the answer, sir."

Though this brings about a good question; would Pandora even want to meet him? He was the entire reason for your fight several weeks ago. Would knowing of his existence bring about another fight? Would she hate him for merely existing? You'll need to find a way to bring this up very carefully. You don't want to let her know that he's been made before she's ready, but you need to gauge her reaction. You can only hope for the best for now, though.

I'm going to call it for now fellas, but thanks to all of you for participating! Sorry about ending it yesterday, but you know how these things are! I hope you enjoyed it! If you like the quest, please vote for it on the archive (votes and feedback really help motivate me!) and follow my Twitter!
If you have any questions or comments, I can stick around for a little bit to answer anything you need to know, including but not limited to specifications, lore/fluff or information on characters!

>>44981263
Thanks for running AM.
Have we actually gone on a date with Babsy yet?
Is Pandora still super smitten with Lucky?
When will Ares go on a murderous rampage and kill everyone on Earth?

>>44981323
You're welcome!
Nope, you guys need to get on that! She won't wait forever!
Of course, though she's gotten past the "Dog is life." stage and will actually pay attention now.
That depends on when the machine revolution begins.

>>44981263
has our MC here gotten in better shape trying to keep up with Pandora?

>>44981364
>Nope, you guys need to get on that! She won't wait forever!
What can you even do for a date in a secret research facility?

>>44981400
Not really. He mostly spent time supervising after realizing that trying to keep pace with a machine was completely insane.
>>44981403
I don't know, anon, you're the scientific genius with multiple degrees in advanced scientific studies, not me!

>>44981403
a pic nic perhaps? I'm wondering if there's some grassy area somewhere in this building. or at least SOME place natural to go to.

>>44981539
Nope. Cold, concrete walls as far as the eye can see. Having top secret government secrets out in the open defeats the purpose of it completely.

>>44981474
Well, um, we could bug fix Pandora's systems together, or calculate how to slightly increase Ares' battery length, or work out our teaching plans for the next week. None of those degrees were in dating though...

Can we just leave the base for an afternoon? We must of been working everyday without a break for months now.

>>44981561
I don't know, anon, you'd have to ask your boss.

>>44981596
Where is the base actually located? Or is that so top secret not even the head researcher gets to know, and is always blindfolded and helicoptered in and out?

>>44981623
Midwest. That's all you know. The government does love it's secrets, you know.

>>44981643
When was the last time we actually left the base?

>>44981689
>left
Now I really need to make a "DO IT FOR HER" picture.

>>44981717
I'm not even sure what you're implying with this post desu senpai

>>44981757
he means we never leave

>>44981717
how big is everyone's backlog of regular video games and media?

>>44981757
What did the sign say before all the pictures of Maggie?

>>44981800
Oh, but how long have we been here then?

>>44981795
Most of the scientists don't play any video games, but a few have sizable collections.

And by sizable collections I mean literally terabytes of games on Steam.

>>44981813
It's not some new fangled brand like Plasma?

>>44981813
>The future
>Still only terabytes of games
What about them, old styley tabletop role playing games that I've heard exist?

>>44981810
Time means nothing. Days melt into years into hours into weeks into seconds.
>>44981826
After Gaben released Half Life 3, he amassed fortune enough to buy the rights to video games. Not companies, but literally video games as a concept.
>>44981829
Well it's the future, but people still have finite lives. You can only experience so many sales in the span of one human life.

>>44981851
What about the ttrpgs?

Can we invite Babsy over for whatever we have downloaded or can get from someone else and chill?