Accelerating Mesons and 101 other things to do on Sundays....
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Jacks sword had flown free from his hand and landed in a rock
in front of Keats. He had felt the light blast, the heat caused by
the meson beam flying as near to him as it would be possible to
survive. He pulled the sword from the rock and carried on running.
Jack floated on his front in the lake, his Int Armour on very low
power, but just enough to give him a stable air supply and keep him
alive.
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The moravecian robots ignored Jack. He was merely a diversion from
their target. THE target, the one who broke their world. They
simultaniously turned to where Keats had been a moment or two ago,
and clumsily staggerd in pursuit.
Keats shoulderbarged his way through a door. He was lost. A maze of
buildings were surrounding him, he was near one that was labbled as
R66. He shook his head, and using both hands, hauled Jacks sword
infront of his face. One thing wass ure, he had to find Jack, or what
was left of him. He heard a sound like someone quickly inhaling
through pursed lips, he instinctivly fell into a roll as a bright CPB
burnt its way through thte air next to him, follwed by the
Accelerated Meson Cannon. The Hillock next to him expanded and then
seemed to dissapear. But he could feel the radiation emitted from
this, it came off in all forms, including heat, which singed his
eyebrows. A voice rang out around them.
"You know the deal. If i ever wanted any of your insides, i will just
take them!"
Keats knew the voice only to well. It was painfull to think of it.
The Gun(TM) had gone rogue.
"Woah man! Come on, think about it, i NEEDED those parts so i could
save Amber. Why do you need my parts?"
"A little project. My friends are lonely. They wanna see daddy again!"
"You? Your their dad arnt you!"
The Voice rang out a laughter so fierceKeats cringed as he listend.
"You are weak, human, how your kind ever forged me, i have no idea.
No, i am not there maker, I need your organs so i can revive a friend
of mine. Dr Hans Moravec."
"Your crazy!"
"Im bored. Moravecians minions, kill him, but save his brain, we need
that for daddy!"
Keats, still on the floor, sprang up like a coiled spring, and darted
around the corner of the buolding. If he was right, the weapon needed
time to charge, and also hideous amounts of energy. Plus, tha shield
made the robot slow and clumsy, alos, it would be a drain, either it
had a remote power source, it was nuclear powerd, or it only had a
field time fo a couple of minutes. He hoped for the latter. He hoped
for a miracle.
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