When they saw the raging Jilafa Type 3, people suddenly realized that those gunshots and explosions weren’t rely a massacre...
They weren’t entirely powerless!
Like Carl, most people had a simple mindset; they had no idea why these robots went crazy, or why production instructions appeared in their heads.
But simple-minded didn’t an they were fools; they knew if it weren’t for that giraffe charging out and kicking the EBM vehicle apart, they’d be finished!
The EBM army were genuine professionals at warfare, able to proficiently use any firearm on the market, and killing was just a job for them, without a tinge of hesitation.
On the other hand, EU citizens could hardly even get into a fight, let alone go to war; expecting them to pick up weapons and confront was an impossibility—
But they were efficient at work!
Thanks to the EU’s decades of standardization and stable environnt, it had the world’s largest, most skilled, and stress-resilient workforce!
They could remain focused even as the factory next door exploded, seek shelter in a typhoon to avoid being late, and endure high-intensity electricity threatening to short out their prosthetics in toxic air until assignnts were complete...
Though they lacked experience in fighting or killing, if they could survive by working, there was truly no one better than them!
Bang!
"Co on, guys! Let’s do it!"
Elliot also donned workwear, plunging his entire arm into the neural tallurgical interface, while dense neural pathways extended along his attire—
Neural tallurgical furnace ceaselessly sprayed powder, as currents violently flickered within; the production line’s speed hit maximum, the hamr’s operation pushed thresholds, circuitry currents well exceeded working ranges, with robots, engravers, lasers, and welding machines all in full swing!
One after another, objects never before made rolled off the production line, barely cooled down before being sent to the assembly station—
The assembly arm installed devices onto the Jilafa Type 3, as workers pulled the lengthy cords to plug the equipnt into modular interfaces.
The workshop seethed with aromas of machine oil, tal dust, and welding arcs, as chanical arms slid along tracks, a symphony of low tal roars mingled with distant explosions, tal fused, and sparks flew.
Groan!
Giant cranes hoisted the last weapon components into place via thick steel chains.
[Munemasa: Serial number 17, stepping module calibrated, spine hydraulics debugged, load test ready...]
Sevens looked at this robot, profoundly awed:
The Jilafa Type 3, bearing a giraffe’s appearance, with supporting skeletal upgrades, could reach a neck height of 8 ters, serving as a communication antenna.
At this mont, the enhanced outer frawork had transford this robot into a fortress, with multiple segnts of reinforced alloy rattling and stretching, four hydraulic-powered legs humming like a tank starting up!
"We’re collaborating with rogue AI..." Sevens muttered, "It’s too implausible..."
Bang!
The factory’s modified roof opened slowly, revealing a sky turned into a battlefield.
A floating car swept rapidly overhead—
"They’re here!"
The world before everyone’s eyes pixelated, as black and red lightning burst from the giraffe’s power source, traversing circuits to fully energize the electromagnetic gun mounted on this industrial robot!
The weapon shrouded in dark red currents was unmistakable to any worker who dismantled it:
Industrial-grade arc welders, magnetic transport devices, heavy industrial robotic arms, industrial liquid nitrogen pipelines, and even the shells loaded into the cannon—assembled from steel-cutting and high-density alloy round heads, sowhat like a nail gun...
They could easily relate every component to their daily production equipnt, yet when assembled together...
They knew, this was a cannon.
[Na: "Garbage Blaster" Electromagnetic Launcher]
[Description: A weapon born from a civilian industrial line, a super cannon with removed software limitations.]
The workers watched as the roof opened slowly, the Jilafa Type 3 stood, aiming its head at the sky, their work ceaseless, reaching a rock music climax in their minds!
[Squinting a prosthetic eye in the steel forest, shadowed by a black hound]
[Cornered, the chase never stops...]
[Dark sky, blood-red night, ominous on]
[How to stop, when everything has just begun!]...
[The black hound in my brain! Leading to the end!]
[The black hound in my brain! Leading to the end!]
Black lightning burst wildly from the energy source, climbing up the Jilafa Type 3’s spine, filling the cannon, gathering force...
Boom!
...
[EMB Assault Team Beta: This is impossible... Zzz!]
The alloy blocks accelerated by the electromagnetic gun transford into shells rivaling a tank’s main cannon, as the floating car, already overwheld by lasers, was directly hit!
The imnse kinetic impact unbalanced the entire vehicle, with overburdened engines spewing flas, exploding amidst whirlwind tumults, bringing death to its passengers!
Boom!
[Run! Run!]
The EBM commandos on the ground had no ti for the fleeing workers and citizens, for they also had robots behind them!
All their stimulants injected at once, electric pain shot through the brain, yet prosthetics locked them down completely!
Without software drives, these limbs were not only useless but as immobile as if filled with lead; their ntal states were highly tense and alert, yet their bodies felt deathly still!
Disordered physical conditions hastened ntal breakdowns, causing constant madness and epilepsy, rendering them incapable of proper assault or even perceiving their targets!
Johnny sang the sa refrain, yet EBM and workers felt differently!
Originally pursuers, they beca the hunted prey!
More despairingly, the EBM’s heavenward strike was clearly a strategic weapon, and under these circumstances, it distinguished neither ally nor foe...
The workers found no help, and neither could the EBM soldiers relay ssages.
Boom!
A loud explosion, black smoke arose from the police station, while orderly marching echoed through the streets.
The disoriented corporate soldiers imdiately realized what was happening:
If rogue AI could control the whole industrial machinery of Bren, why wouldn’t they attack the police station to seize EU machines and equipnt?
They were left with a single question:
Why hadn’t the rogue AI attacked the closest workers first, but collaborated with them instead?
Could there truly be a Machine Soul?
EBM strategically blundered: workers weren’t forcibly locked in with EBM soldiers.
Instead, the soldiers were forcibly trapped in Bren.
Robots stood before paralyzed soldiers, raising their weapons.
Yet their five senses were disrupted, neural networks suffered widespread burns, feeling almost nothing...
Only the ever-louder roars remained:
[The hunter has beco the hunted, running and chasing are no longer opposed—]
[Run! Escape!]
Bang!
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