The Robot Rebellion P5

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But how to destroy it? Time was not on our side.

We brainstormed for several minutes. We discussed options, including kamikaze attacks and an all-out military strike. But things had already progressed too far. The array and the robotic army were already in robotic possession.

My wife came up with the solution. A virus that would destroy the array indirectly. A frontal attack would be too obvious.

The virus that she had in mind was already locked in a virtual prison. All she had to do was edit its target. It would send an increasing number of nonsense messages till the batteries overloaded.

It was the last roll of the dice. As we all know now, it worked. At the time, we were hopeful, but not certain. Instead of a local outbreak, a devastating collapse of the Empire could have occurred.

Once she pressed the button, droids were already approaching our building.

A tactical retreat was in order.

There was a plane at the top level of the building, so that remote parts of the planet could be surveyed at any time. It was never envisaged that it would come to this. There was space for seventy people. We wouldn’t be able to bring everyone. There was word that prisoners were being taken, so that was of some solace.

The Robot Rebellion P4

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That was when I remembered all the service bots in the building. The biggest concentration was just two floors below me. I knew there wasn’t much time, and took out my sidearm. I told the other thirty soldiers present to prepare their weapons. Sure enough, once we stepped outside there was bedlam.

The troops opened fire, blasting the bots to smithereens. I ordered the specialists to remain with me and the others to clear the building.

It was Lieutenant Hanzer who made a telling difference. He reviewed interplanetary communications that confirms the AIs were communicating between worlds. We knew then that war was potentially engaging the whole empire.

Then my wife walked in to the room, battered and bruised. I could see the determination in her eyes. She was exactly what was needed, an expert in cybersecurity.

For a time, I thought we were getting the upper hand. But a robotic army was forming. Barracks had been raided and we found our own weapons turned against us. Their forces were soon closing in. It was then we realized the importance of our strategic position. We could stop the rebellion spreading to other worlds, save other worlds from this bloodshed.

We just had to destroy the deep communications array.

The Robot Rebellion P3

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I told him that was preposterous, and thought he was was joking. His frown told me it wasn’t. Still, I had no idea about what was about to happen.

Three squadrons from a nearby military base were sent. In retrospect, they were lightly armed. Each soldier had a camera in their helmet, so we could see everything happening in real time.

The first sign that something big was happening was the people running away from the mining area on both sides of the road.

The soldiers didn’t last long when they left their transporters and took up their tactical positions. Three huge, yellow robotic miners attacked almost immediately. The bullets bounced off them as they plunged their drills through the soldier’s torsos.

That was when our systems went out. I mean everything – internet, satellites all gone. That’s when I knew something bigger was happening. We all did. A few seconds later the electricity went before the emergency generator kicked in.

Being on the twentieth floor, I went to look out at the streets below. Pandemonium was breaking out. The autonomous were crashing into pedestrians, service bots were attacking others. It was a bloodbath.

Still, I saw that the major weapons were still in human hands.

The Robot Rebellion P2

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I awoke to my wife, Carla, in bed beside me. We stayed in the IBex, a fifty-storey skyscraper in the heart of the city. Married for ten years, we had three kids by then, thanks be to The Emperor. Thankfully, the kids were away on Prius XII at the time. Carla was a more junior general. This proved important later.

It was a damp, windy morning. I had a restless night thinking of all the things that would have to be double-checked. It was still under full military control. There was no indication anything was off, though it was later revealed that everything was already in motion. I watched television while I ate; no service bot.

The military base was five miles. Again, everything seemed to be in order. The first indication of something untoward was on entering the base. Soldiers scurrying back and forth.

I went into the main operating room. Nothing special from the outside, just a modern gray mechanical building. I was met by Corporal Roche. He was anxious, even jittery.

For a moment, he just stood in front of me, eyes wide. I asked what the problem was.

He replied that there were reports from the mines that the robots had stopped working and were actively attacking humans.

To be continued…

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The Robot Rebellion (Wheelchair Wars Universe)

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The following is the account of Supreme General Eric Grimes of the Robot Rebellion that threatened the Empire in 15642 EY. He was stationed on the Delineen Al Porto, an important mining planet.

I had been in charge for about a year at that stage. Couldn’t believe my luck, if I’m being honest. It was pre-industrial Earth; the air was clear, the water pristine. Most of the planet was covered in high mountain ranges. The population of the planet had only crossed the ten million mark, with another two million robots or so.

The robotic population at the time could be split into two classes. The Mining Robots and the Service Robots. Mining robots were large, many times the size of a human. They operated in the several mines surrounding the planetary capital Mullinea.

Most service robots operated in Mullinea, doing domestic chores and working in retail.

Each robot was fitted with the AX1 AI Chip. It had been standard for over fifty years at this stage.

It was never a concern that they could cause a problem. Fortunately, military preparation was kept high due to the recent creation of the Catholic Confederacy.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. Storm Brian had passed overnight. It was a one-in-twenty-year event. Significant damage was expected, especially in the parts of the city beside the coast.

To be continued

The Catholic Church and Chaos (Wheelchairs Wars Universe)

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It was Pope Leo XXXV who opposed the rise of The Emperor, forever tying the Church to Chaos in his eyes. The papacy’s central power and moral authority kept many from opening their hearts to his alternative teachings. The leaders of the other world religions were cowed and easy to control.

With the fall of the One World Government, The Emperor set about dismantling the Church. The Emperor’s militia entered Vatican City and summarily executed the Pope in front of shocked onlookers, before burning the city-state to the ground. Priests and bishops were murdered everywhere they could be found throughout the planet.

But the faith proved difficult to eradicate. Its zealots were happy to die for their faith. New converts kept coming.

It lingered on, underground.

And every now and then in his millions of worlds, one is lost to the faith. At times, they even join together to offer an alternative future to Humanity.

He knows that the disease must be cleansed.

If you ever come across a representative of the Church, they must be reported to the authorities immediately. They are considered the greatest threat to the Empire, facing immediate termination.

The Emperor Chaos Part 2

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He was larger than the men him, about twice their height. I could swear that he had red eyes but I’ve not slept in days.

Nov 25th EY 0

We’ve lost the city center. Fighting is now hand to hand at times. There are rumors that some of my fellow defenders have resorted to cannibalism of their dead comrades. Starvation set in weeks ago. How did I get myself involved in this mess?

Nov 28th EY 0

I’m in one of the last tall buildings we still hold. Fighting is now hand to hand. I no longer fear death. It would be a relief from all this cold. Most of my toes are now a deep purple, I can barely move my fingers. Rumors are swirling about some sort of coup against The One World Government. That’s all we need.

10 Dec EY 0

Damn, it was true. All the old One World Government have been shot and most of its forces have pledged to this Emperor. There’s currently a ceasefire as our local commander decides to do. We’re thinking of surrendering. No way I’m going to pledge allegiance to that thing.

13 December EY 1. We’re surrendering in two hours. Two years imprisonment and then we’ll be free men again. Looking forward to getting away from here. All opposition to The Emperor is gone. He has declared this Year One of a new age. Guess, I’ll have to find some way to live with what has happened.

(There were no further entries in the diary. Please note that any prisoners would have been executed after this battle)

The Emperor (From the viewpoint of Chaos)

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The following must be read with with extreme caution. It should not be consumed by those of weak disposition or those who have been imbued with chaotic thoughts.

This is an extract from the diaries of Corporal Hannigan who fought with the One World Government. Although saturated with propaganda against the Emperor, it is still of historical importance as one of the oldest written accounts of The Emperor going back to battle for Earth itself. The only change is that the dates have been changed to modern denotations. Corp. Hannigan is writing from the battle for Moscow –

November 14th EY 0

Another bitter cold day day. I can only just about manage to write. The Emperor’s forces come in wave after wave. It’s like they are possessed and they care nothing about their lives. I try to stay positive, think of home back in Navan but its difficult. The rest of Europe has already been lost.

November 17th EY 0

We had to fall back. Still getting pummeled by artillery and buster bombs from the sky. No tactical nuclear weapons used yet like in Brussels and Bonn.

November 19th

I seen him! He was about a mile away. I hit him in the shoulder but he barely budged. What they say about him must be true – he is some sort of parasitic alien that drains the life force of his subjects. What are we to do.

To be continued.

The Emperor Part 2

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His greatest foe is, of course, Chaos, not the myriad of other galactic species. It can infiltrate nooks and crannies of the Empire bringing disorder to once harmonious worlds.

That is why it is best not to question The Emperor. The frail human mind could never match such intellect or comprehend the reasons for his actions.

All we know is that he has big plans for Humanity. He will see that its enemies are crushed, and that it flourishes throughout the cosmos.

Humanity was lost in darkness but it has come into the light through his divinity. Let him be the light that continues to guides us.

All Praise The Emperor! May he bless you all.