Message #320425

[Trijhak]

IC:

Seth noticed an urgent live news feed on a television, which seemed oddly conveniently placed. It was detailing how New Zealand was being attacked by a horde of almost-mindless people, all cyborgs, and the channel it was on, being wildly biased towards pure organics, spun the attack to mean that cyborgs would soon rise up around the world and destroy everything. This, to any sane person, was obviously not true, but anyone who had dealt with anti-cybernetics activists knew that they had probably already amassed a force against cyborgs. All this meant to Seth was that the world was going to spin out of control soon enough, and order would lose its steady grip on the worlds of humanity.

"Motorcycle, what did you make of that, and also-what do you want to be called? For now, I think you should go over to the guy with the big blade and ask him to name you, if you haven't named yourself."

"I'm more... well, feeling something.. at the fact I'm a motorcycle."

And then, the motorcycle went off to Virunk.

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"You there. I will now refer to you as my personal lackey because of your obedience to me, and the other two versions of myself on the moon. Tell me... is New Zealand burning into its grave?"

"The assault you ordered is going well. It did not completely surprise, some militia have countered it, but we outnumber them, surprisingly. It seems some people would rather just submit to us. We have some captives." the lackey of Charles Euron informed.

"Add them to the legion of mindless drones. Do that for ALL future captives, except if they display unusual talent or happen to be politicians."

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else?"

"We're going to buy out a robotics company, one that makes robots. And we're going to change it... into one that makes assassin robots. If we can, we'll also make all of their current robots into assassin robots too. Nobody ever suspects the robot. The idiots have laws against robots killing. But they do not know of the spreading fire that I propagate on this world. It is strangely captivating to know, to feel, that you are making the world burn."

"A wise man once said some men just want to watch the world burn... I think his name was Steve Obama... no, it was Bill Jobs, wasn't it? They made the world burn themselves... in a manner too discreet to be remembered by most, via patents or something..." Charles thought to himself.