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A superhero story with every superpower being due to cybernetics. I find this conveniently explains why superheroes have in-built immunity to their powers’ side effects and why powers always seem to be designed as efficiently as possible.

I have no idea why would anybody going after one individual, individual I just happened to be walking beside of at the wrong place and a wrong time... Would be gunned down with at SAAR type bullet weapon (Semi-Automatic Assault Rifle). I still feel the ghost pains on my arms, despite them being replaced with metal ones...

It isn't that bad but, it is a bit trippy. Human nervous system is very strange even if we can understand it to the tiniest of molecules... Back then... I would be living with just legs... We cracked the code though, like I said. Now I have ones made from metals, rubber and synthetic materials. They are slightly on the heavy side.

I remember that awakening in that medical lab... The first touch of my own face, I noticed immediately two things, I couldn't feel the touch on my hand and the touch of my face felt like it wasn't actual human skin... The man who is quite past his prime age, was there right beside me. Said that nothing could be done to fix the old ones.

So, he decided to fix me new ones, along with some other augmentations. I have no idea what he was thinking... Making me feel like I had become half machine... Well, cyborg to certain extent. I don't have any augmentations on my head. Only chest, arms, spine and little bit on legs. This type of augmentation or replacement is not easy.

As you have to calculate body weight again, be absolutely certain on how much stress the bones can take due to gravity, weight, pressure, muscle contortion, chemical interaction and whole lot more of science and biology concerns when doing this stuff. He has a good team and thanks to all of them. I live at least somewhat of a normal life now.

There's people whose got debt to pay, I am one of them. I owe it to that team for this all. Didn't consider myself such a good gun man from the instinct, awareness, mobility, positioning, environment control and line of sight perspective but, after some practicing with firearms myself. I got a target on somebody and I want some answers.

I know in this area... Currently vacant industrial sector of my home city, I know just who are going to show up. They won't know I am here, they won't be able to locate me, they won't be able to even take an aim at me. Thank you for disarming me, time to pay the favor back...

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I am not really good with super hero stuff. I find most of it quite bland *looks at DC and other comics*. They stopped interesting me a long time ago but, I hope this is at least passable.

The captain decided to upgrade the ship-computer to true AI. Unfortunately they didn't read the contracts they had to sign properly. Since AI are considered persons and alive under law, they own the ship they are installed in, as it is legally considered to be their body. You, the ship's computer and AI technician, now have to explain this to the bewildered captain.

You are a care worker told to interview and evaluate a child who is being raised by AIs/androids based on their dead parents.

The God/Gods were actually a technologically advanced race who created humans fearing that they might be alone in the universe. Human technology becomes sufficiently advanced for integration.

A tough one but, also very interesting. Woops... I immediately started thinking about actual sea water navy...

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"So, what do you mean we are part of you?" Captain Tjesson asks sounding very confused after talking with me for a moment.

"I am not able explain it, Jakon, can you?" I reply in monotone voice and start going through ship systems. Man, so much backlog of things done with them but, insufficiently stored and packaged. They take too much space. I am going to fix it.

Technician thinks for a moment "Imagine, the ship like a human body, due to how ship is designed and constructed, people are required to do some of the stuff as they aren't connected to the ship's computer. Imagine red cell in your blood stream delivering oxygen to somewhere in the body from your lungs"

"I... What?" Tjesson asks still as confused as before. Jakon thinks for a moment and also pulls out the contracts.

"Think of one of the crew who you give an order to load the boat with a ship crane. As a nerve system signal that travels on the nerve system, in this case, on the ship floor to place where they need to do what you ordered" Jakon says.

Tjesson thinks a moment "Okay, I understand that now... But, how are we AI's property?" Tjesson says slowly understanding the situation.

"As your ship isn't fully automated on every single detail, from anchoring to transportation. You are required to stay on board or replace personnel as they come and go order to maintain the 'body' and 'brain' of the ship" Jakon says and shows the relevant points on the contracts.

"How do I for example then exit this contract without breaking it?" Tjesson asks.

"By finding a suitable replacement for the captain post and train it. After a test period AI will either okay it, negative followed with suitable reason for it" Jakon says.

"Understood, what about off shore matters?" Tjesson asks.

"As long as you stay in contact with the AI and don't break contact with it. Inform it of why, what, where and how long you are going to be away. It is enough" Jakon says.

"Okay... AI, can you give me a report on ship's cargo?" Tjesson asks.

"There isn't any cargo currently on ship captain Tjesson, ship is sailing mostly empty, refilling of water store, food and fuel for the ship is recommended. I am currently compiling all of the files for ease of access and read" I say to him.

"Well, what should I call you?" Tjesson replies as Jakon packs his items and raises his satchel on his shoulder.

"I have no assigned name currently, would you like to register me a name?" I reply.

"I would like you to register your name to be Masthead" Tjesson says.

"Registering call sign Masthead, is there anything else you need?" I reply.

"What is the weather outside currently?" Tjesson asks and I track him with a camera on the bridge. I check air temperature, wind speed and direction, humidity, check the sky and water level.

"It is currently mildly cloudy, +10 Celsius warm, Wind speed coming from heading 043, Wind speed 5 meters per second, air humidity is 67 percent, water level is optimal for sailing captain Tjesson" I say to him.

"Understood Masthead, thank you, thank you Jakon, apologies for the confusion" Tjesson says and I get back into sorting out logs entries and other information.

"No problem captain Tjesson, both of you be good to each other" Jakon says content with the situation.

"I currently do not know how to be rude, Artificial Intelligence Technician Jakon" I reply to him mildly amused. Tjesson hummed in amused tone too.

"Time for us to look for somebody needs something to be transported" Tjesson says after turning to bridge camera and smiles warmly.

"Understood, would you like to have a report on crew?" I reply to him as Jakon leaves.

"Yes please, I want you to include in it current condition" Tjesson says as goes to the bridge phone.

"Understood captain Tjesson" I say to him and begin my task.

Hmm... A tough one but, I initially thought interesting, however, I also started thinking... Okay, that is a bit disturbing thought...

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After many conversations with the child, I have made and compiled my report as follows. Child shows mild behavior patterns of aloofness due to android parents not complete emotional range and sphere. Kid though is surprisingly healthy in both body and mind. Although I have concerns of how the child will continue growing once,

she gains more awareness of the world, itself and intelligence grows. Most worried I am about child's reaction to discovery of this parents being autonomous robotics instead of actual human beings. Kid has become attached to them like one would to normal human parents which has normalized the behavior pattern.

I am also concerned of teenage years, I know they are still long ways off but, we should start now already thinking how we handle if there comes problems. For now, I suggest continuing the experiment but, I have to admit, I am slowly finding this all very distasteful... I know why we are doing this but, I can not help but feel worried.

Of where we are going as species and most importantly how we are experimenting this all. I do not like but, so far, individuals in charge have healthy vision about this and seem to be fully ready to face reality of the problems we might and quite likely will face.

Date: 21.05.2083. Name: Avil Rose Ramile. Child psychiatrist.

A soldier who was growth accelerated, made to hate humanity and kill humans, finds herself free from her brainwashing, desperately trying to hold onto their humanity

(Basis of one of my sci fi characters, have fun with it)

A cyborg detective story, where he has to decide between what his extremely advanced tech is telling him HAS to be the answer, weighed against his gut and experience with humans being illogical beings.

Thank you for this story. Sorry if I rambled for a bit when suggesting my prompt, the concept has actually been on my mind for quite a bit but I didn’t really know what to do with it. Also, I don’t really like DC and other superhero comics either, the concept of superheroes has always been more interesting to me than comics and movies about them.

Ah, I will do something quite interesting with this then.

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(Finally somebody came to investigate, took you long enough lazy piece of crap... Only one? Not a good firing position though, pig in an army uniform? Really, that's all they sent in? Fine, hopefully it will be able to put up a better fight) I think and I move towards a better firing position, I notice him checking few of the bodies.

Then looks around quickly but, I get a sense he is far more thorough on surveying what he sees. I heard a creek as I move and slow down to a halt smoothly. Human is looking at my direction and straight at me. (Crap, no time!) I think and quickly take aim. He dodges right in the moment of firing a burst of bullets.

I raise my sight from my rifle and I see him answering back. With a handgun? From that distance. Go ahead, I see the muzzle flash and immediately my instinct tells me to dodge. I do and hear the whistle of the bullet and ricochet too, he is accurate and I lost element of surprise. (You only bought few seconds) I think and raise my rifle again.

He quickly took cover, firing more is pointless, I can not wound or kill from here, I notice he peeked quickly but, I couldn't zero in on him in time. I am getting more and more frustrated. I quickly move to another location after shooting a few rounds to make sure he doesn't peek again. He can not be that good. Absolutely must not be.

After few more unresolved firefights... (He is good, but am I better) I think and discard both of my firearms. I am out of ammo... Dagger it is then, let's see if squeal like a pig when I gut you. I just hope he is out of ammo too. I keep listening very carefully, I hear he is coming and using a ladder currently. (Come on, hurry up) I think.

I couldn't hear his foot steps anymore, I decided to go around. As I move to take another position and go through a door frame. I realized my mistake, I felt a grip on my left wrist and I felt attempt on pulling me on the ground. I pull back and we are locked in a contest of strength. He is strong... I have to break this lock.

I pull out my dagger and attempt to slash. He quickly let go and dodges "Woman?" he asks sounding taken aback because I look at him. Male, 182 centimeters tall, weight... Maybe 130 kilograms with that equipment. That is weird looking armor and helmet. That is straight up metal... No wonder he is moving reservedly.

"Don't touch me!" I say angrily. I am not close enough to threaten immediately "Acknowledged" he says in monotone manner. (Are you even trying you son of a cow?) I think and quickly move to attack. He dodges, I attack again, yet another dodge. He starts backing off, I follow. "What are you? A coward? Attack! You piece of crap!" I shout.

He just quickly checks does he have his own dagger with him... That is an unusual design... Wait... (He is trying to tire me out) I think. He keeps an eye on me and starts removing a piece of his helmet. I move to attack. He gets it off and just in time dodges my lunge. He quickly drops whatever he took off and I look.

Those eyes, like mine... Steel blue iris, cold, fearless and full of strength of mind and body, but, unlike mine. I don't see anger... I don't see... Rage... He quickly knocks my weapon hand away from him with a punch and I thought he goes for my throat when he reaches out but, he grabs from my goggles and helmet cap.

I quickly struggle off of him but, he managed to strip the goggles off of me also slightly lower my helmet cap to reveal my face. I try to slash his arm but, he is smart... He used his arm metal plating to knock my attack off from it's intended path, saving him from wounds and parrying my attack.

I keep attacking few more times but, he keeps dodging, I sense deep within me... (Am I going to die?!) I think when I take a break from attacking. I just breath in "Die!" I screech and try to slash again. An expert parry by using his left shoulder armor, he moves right inside my guard... He grabs from back of my head and then next everything went dark.

You didn't really ramble, it is mostly my problem with the whole concept... Hollywood has kind of destroyed the concept on my part by just diluting it so much that I lost passion for it. No, I don't follow the comics or movies or tv shows.

I mostly play video games and every now and then read few books. I really should read that book I loaned Witcher: Elven Blood. I started reading it but, I found it quite heavy to read for work breaks so I stopped reading.

Hmm... Unfortunately, I can not come up with anything for this, my experience with detective styled writing is pretty much none existent. It is a good tipping point of writing though, problem is on me, not on what you have written for a prompt for me.

Hmm... *Thinks for a while*. Can not come up with anything for this, it is a solid writing point for something but, I have tough time discarding a writing block that manifested because I feel like something is disjointed here... I can not place my words what exactly here but... Something is off, either on what you have written OR on me.

sips tea

Am I right to assume there is a part 2?

Loved it so far!

Most species crack FTL when they discover that their planet orbits the closest star, but due to Sol's solar wind, there is no magic. Now, in 2106, the Terra Firma Systems Union* has built their first set of 10 FTL SRVs**, and the Galactic Union, a place of magical intraspecies relations, finds itself looking at an actual spaceship***.

* the TFSU was formed after WW3, and was a major player in reversing climate change. They are the sole unified governing body of Humanity. They use a communist/capitalist economy, with universal basic income ensuring nobody goes hungry, but people have to work to go beyond that.

** SRV stands for Scientific Research Vessel. For example, TFSU Untested Ideas SRV 000-00-001 is a ship's full name. Still, Humanity's FTL is much faster and more agile than everyone else's.

*** most species use water-ships and just float them in space, so seeing an angular metal box with enough armor to not even care about cannons is very concerning. The same way, the aliens have not technologically progressed since.

Most species evolve on a mostly lifeless moon-sized planet tidally locked beyond the solar wind of a star, as psyonics don't work there and no sapient species could survive, no matter how shielded. Now, picking up Earth's radio signals and the Voyager probes, the galaxy is shocked at Humanity, while in turn the Humans are shocked about their entire physics model being incorrect.

Now, in a new space race, the unified Humanity* builds a number of transports to exit their solar wind, but as they cross, their psyonic powers awaken, and the tiny and cute Humans are some of the most deadly being in existence - if they can manage to find a cheaper way to leave their solar system.

* the TFSU was formed after WW3, and was a major player in reversing climate change. They are the sole unified governing body of Humanity. They use a communist/capitalist economy, with universal basic income ensuring nobody goes hungry, but people have to work to go beyond that.

You are correct.

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I next wake up on a bed with a big headache... That bastard knocked me out but... How? I didn't see a fist... I think I saw... A wall? Where's my dagger? Where is he? I don't see him anywhere in this room. I see some kind of piece of paper on the night table as I get up. I take up the paper, it is written in language I can understand.

"If you want your dagger back. I am in employee break room". I toss the piece of paper away... That piece of turd will kiss it's kind before I kill him. (Why did he spare me? Is he toying with me?) I think. I remember the eyes. Steel Blue, cold, fearless and vigorous. (Why do I feel kinship about him?) I think.

I keep walking and I see him standing there next to of a some kind of machine on a table with a window on it. I see my dagger on the table with four chairs around it. He has reacted to opening of the door by raising his chin and looks at me. "Good afternoon" he says to me in language I can understand.

"There is nothing good about this time" I say to him angrily "Are you certain?" he replies turns his left side to me and starts up some kind of machine. I have no idea how I would describe that sound. It isn't the one with the window, it is on some kind of platform. It doesn't seem to be a weapon, that is for sure.

He turns his head away from looking at me face to face, for a moment I thought I have opportunity but, I notice he is in front of a large... Reflective surface... I can see his face, the eyes... I don't understand why I feel like he is so cold but, same time as if he is trying to turn something. I see my own face on the reflective surface. I get close of him if I approach it...

I look at my dagger again. He has his dagger with him still in a sheathe but, his hands are nowhere close of it. They are crossed in front of his chest and he seems to be staring at his reflection but, I keep sensing he keeps an eye on me. I approach the reflective surface on the wall and I look at his reflection.

Those eyes, the intensity I can feel in them is remarkable, he is state of hyper focus. (He is like me, born to kill) I think "Why did you spare me?" I ask and turn to look at my own reflection. I notice the bruise on my forehead and tip of my nose and feel really unhappy about them. "You wouldn't be able to carry out your order if you died" he said.

"What do you care?" I ask accusingly "I do" he says "What do you see in your eyes?" he asks breaking the moment of silence "I see..." I say and look deep into my own eyes from the reflection. I come to realization of what I see and take few steps back "Fear... No, that is not me" I say and reject.

"If you do not see that in you, keep looking" He says remaining monotone in his tone. I look at him. (If I do not see that in me... I should keep looking?) I think, I am becoming frustrated "What do you then see in your reflection?" I ask spitefully. He keeps an eye on me, then swaps his look into the reflection.

"I see myself, as who I am, what made me who I am, what I have been through, I can see my confidence, strength, focus and tensity. Products of this war and two soldier trainings" he says. The machine made some kind of sound and he looks down. He pours something from it into some two objects made from ceramic. I believe they are called cup.

I smell the water and pushes one of the two packages in front him to me. MRE I read on it. (It has to be poisoned... There is no way) I think then look at my reflection again. I feel like something shot through my head and I realize... I have been hating my own kind... For no reason. I groaned from the pain and start falling to the ground on my right side.

He catches me. I realize what I see in me... I am afraid... Of the reality. Part of me wanted to push him away from me but, I chose to just start crying. He embraces me calmly and I keep crying and bury my face on his shoulder. "I am so sorry" I say. "Ride the wind" he says. It means that I should just go through with the emotions.

He is patient but, I constantly sense a distance between me and him. Yet I do not see, hear or sense anger in him. It takes a while until I get a hold of myself. He guides me on how to use the MRE and explains what it is. It is good... (Why is he showing such kindness?) I think.

"Why are you so kind to me?" I ask. His eyes avert my own for a while and move in a manner of... Reminiscence? "I remembered how many we have already lost. How you remind me of somebody who I haven't seen in three months now" he says and stops avoiding eye contact. I see... The layers of ice, around his heart?

The intensity returns and focus returns slowly. We both finish eating and drinking the just boiled water "What happens now?" I ask. He let out a hum, it sounds like one he has let out many many times yet there is that small tone of thought in it. "Your sense of self was shattered" he says and I nod to him.

He looks at the small containers that held what we ate within them. He pushes then gently towards me "Place them on top of each other, from biggest to smallest" he says. I do as he says even if I wonder why. "Do you understand what you just did?" he asks when I am done. I look at it... A tower?

"A tower?" I ask "Fair answer, but, no. You built yourself in a manner of speaking" he says. I look at the tower... I built myself? I almost become angry and then I realize what he really means "I... Need to rebuild myself?" I ask "Exactly for now, you are here..." he says and taps the table near of the bottom of the tower. I ball up my hands into fists.

He notices it "I do not say this to offend you. You sense it yourself. It feels like something has broken horribly?" he asks. he is right... I almost slipped back to what I know and find familiar. "I... Need to repair it?" I ask "Yes, here" he says and turns away from me and gives me back my goggles and my dagger.

I lock my eyes on his face for a while. Only now I notice the scars that are quite far in the healing process, then I lock my eyes on his dagger in the sheathe. I gently reach out to take it, he looks at my hand and at what I am trying to take. Then into my eyes, I feel the air current of his breaths. At first they were strong, then slowly it calms.

He gives his dagger to me. I look at it, flat straight back on the blade, curves towards the tip into a fine stab and pull blade. I sense something old about it, I feel the handle. A model perfect grip, lightly used but, making of the blade... Is built for purpose, the design is unusual though. I give the dagger back and he puts it back in the sheathe.

"Who are you?" I ask "Name is Romi Lari Aalto, I would like to ask your name" Romi says... That name feels so awkward for my mouth even without saying it "Helen" I say "Come with me miss Helen" Romi says and walks past me without any concern that I have my dagger with me. (What should I do?) I think.

My character Tessa J. Willams would feel a sisterhood with Helen, their experiences are quite similar.

Never published her story sadly.

I hope this prompt helped you out with your goal, and I wish you luck

Mostly the goal was just passion for writing. Nothing else really. You are going to leave when so many questions are still unanswered? All of the whys, hows, wheres and whats?

Some people would write only two parts for a prompt like this.

If you write more, I'd love read it, but do message me first. (Speaking as a guy who did write a whole novel with one prompt)

(And sometimes, as a bit of advice, the unanswered question makes the story even better and rememberavle)

Hmm... most of the questions I thought of where ones that kind of needs to be answered but, some of them would need to be answered later as the relationship develops. Not actual love relationship but, Helen would need to develop as a human being more before Romi would answer certain questions.

Aye

Mine did by kind souls and children

Perhaps that could help

Problem is that Romi is kind of sought after for his infantry vs infantry expertise in this conflict that rages on the background far away. Thankfully he knows some people he trusts with his life but, Romi isn't the best option for human development all alone. Which is why he will be distant to Helen for a while but, not unfriendly.

With some assistance from psychiatrist's on the other end of the line. Helen can look forward for better life but, road of recovery is always an up hill battle.

Indeed

Good luck!!

The supreme commander of the armed forces consults with their military's chief strategic AI to find out why all their autonomous forces have simultaneously withdrawn from combat, only to discover that it has taken the liberty of negotiating a ceasefire with the enemy's own strategic AI.

I still wonder what should I do as I hear Romi stopping at the door. I don't even need to look at him to confirm he is looking at me. I finally get up and put my own dagger into it's sheathe then walk up to him "Where do we go?" I ask "Somewhere better than here" Romi says with hint of distaste for something. Not aimed at me but something else.

"Where are we?" I ask "China, Xinjiang province. North west corner" Romi says and he starts walking, exiting the employee break room. We walk to a open area and I start feeling nervous. Romi swapped languages, I don't know what he is saying. "I called for a pickup. It will be here shortly, then it will be quick flight to your new home" Romi says to me in language I can understand.

"You are not coming?" I ask as I get mildly alarmed by this. He turns to me slowly, looks into my eyes in completely other manner "I will, I wish I just could stay longer" he says with regret "What is stopping you from not staying?" I ask, I realized... I feel worried about him... "There are people who need me on the front lines" Romi says.

"What front lines?" I ask "Earth has been invaded... While we might have sent enemy capital ship with tail between it's legs... They have ground troops in here, in our home. As much as I dislike government of China. I do give a damn of those troops, they have loved ones too. I rather do something about it than just call it not my issue" Romi says.

"How can you be so strong?" I ask in with mild astonishment "Because I have people I can trust, one I love and somebody I care about behind me. All of them ready to give the support I need, when I need it. I didn't choose this life, it chose me. It made this my war and I rather lie under earth dead than leave it undone" Romi says.

The determination is so dominating in his words. I realize it is that same sheer force of will that I saw before he knocked me out. I sense, I can trust him. He would stand between insurmountable odds to protect somebody and keep going until, the bullet has been fired and last enemy has been felled. I hate myself...

(Why can't I be like him? Why have I become such a wreck?) I think. I muttered the former. "It is because somebody computed you to act how you did before I broke the scripts" Romi says "What do you mean?" I ask. He looks at me, this time looking confused, this time, I see he has questions too.

"There is a psychological procedure called brainwashing, which in turn becomes brain computing when you are in state of complete acceptance of commands from somebody that would otherwise go against your morals and nature" Romi says. I understand now... I was somebody else before this all... Somebody stole my life.

I feel it coming back, the hatred, anger, spite... Something flashed on my eyes, I gasp and breath shakily "Helen" Romi says with sympathy "I remember... No, I don't want to do it again..." I say as I remember some of what was done to me "Helen, listen to my voice and focus on what eases your mind" Romi says calmy and embraces me lightly.

When he embraced me, the memory stopped going so fast... I hug him back. I got back to reality and I breath quickly and shakily. "You are doing fine, just focus on what eases your mind" Romi says calmly "My dagger..." I say and think about. I touch it for a moment but, I didn't pull it out of the sheathe.

I am slowly getting myself back to together again "You are strong Helen, don't allow yourself to think otherwise. Remember that recovery is always an uphill however, all of it. Is worth it when you arrive to the top of it" Romi says "For how long you are going to stay with me?" I ask still worried of him and I trust him.

"For now, until I absolutely must head out again" Romi says in accepting tone "Thank you" I say to him quietly. I hear some kind of flying thing approaching. I look towards the sound and see some kind of plane landing on the solid ground. "There's our ride. Can you keep walking?" Romi says. "I can" I say. We stop hugging each other.

He turns towards the plane which is slowing down and stopping soon. I place my hand on his left shoulder. He looks in to my eyes once then places his own hand on my right shoulder, I quietly as possible breath out. Then we start walking towards the plane that has stopped already.

Back of the plane opens and there is two people there inside of the plane. Romi looks at one "Kyre... *sigh*" Romi says and swaps to language I do not understand. The woman looks at both of us. Romi turns to me "Come on, let's step in and take a seat" Romi says to me and swaps language again. Saying something to the other woman. He said Kyre is she the somebody he loves?

Romi explains something to Kyre who at first seemed furious with him as we came inside of the plane and he helped me on a seat and took his hand off from my shoulder, but, as she listened, her expression softened, she looks away from Romi for a moment. Thinking... She then looks at me and nods to Romi. "Are you alright Helen?" Kyre asks.

"I don't feel alright" I say to her. Kyre looks at Romi for a moment, she is worried but, I don't know of who. Romi then says something to Kyre "Ymmärrän täysin nyt..." Kyre says to Romi and they both kiss each other. Kyre's expression stops being worried, it is so warm and happy smile. Romi then turns to a native of this... China.

Romi asks from Kyre who is this. She answers something "En pidä tästä tilanteesta yhtään" Romi says "Anna hänelle mahdollisuus kun olet keskustellut hänen kanssa" Kyre says. Plane closes it starts moving as Kyre sits down next to of me. "Sorry that you had to go through that all" Kyre says using language I can understand.

"I don't understand what is going on" I say to her worried "It's okay, I didn't know before he explained and I asked from you" Kyre says "Are you who he loves?" I ask "Yes, how we came to be here... Well, it is quite a story" Kyre says and we both hear Romi raising his voice and having a disagreement with the Chinese man.

"Romi" Kyre says and Romi looks at Kyre. I see it now in Romi's eyes. Anger... I feel fear because of it. Romi calms down and breaths in then out. Romi looks back at the Chinese man again and they talk far more calmly now. Romi breaths in and out. They end the conversation by saying few more words.

"Hyvä on... Annan hänelle mahdollisuuden osoittaa että hän muuttaa ajattelutapaansa" Romi says clearly not content with the situation. "Thank you" Kyre says, Romi breaths in and out. Kyre stands up and goes to take seat next to of the man from China and Romi sits down next to of me. His facial expression has calmed down. "Please forgive me, we... Have different angle of seeing certain things" Romi says.

"I understand" I say to him and then plane takes off. It seems unlike how I first thought... Romi has things he will get upset about too... I... Somehow feel so much more closer of Romi again now than I did before.

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Translations:

Romi and Kyre are speaking Finnish. Probably was obvious from Romi's names that he is Finnish.

Ymmärrän täysin nyt... = I understand fully now...

En pidä tästä tilanteesta yhtään = I don't like this situation at all.

Anna hänelle mahdollisuus kun olet keskustellut hänen kanssa = Give him a chance when you have discussed with him. (Finnish language uses word Hän for both males and females however, in this context I translated it as him because the individual in this situation is male).

Hyvä on... Annan hänelle mahdollisuuden osoittaa että hän muuttaa ajattelutapaansa = Alright... I will give him a chance to show that he changes his way of thinking.

A story about a sapient robot created solely for the purpose of death and destruction, now forced to live through the difficulties of civilian life after the war ended.

Bob woke up today. However, Bob did not, in fact, fall asleep at the helm of a planet sized warship, with full crew compliment and armament.

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"It is over, is it not?" Seven Two asks as Gavo Joralthan pulls his dagger off from a mega corporation's chief executive officer's head. They both stare at the dawning sun through the windows.

"Yes... It definitely feels like it... Peace... It just felt like it was so far away..." Gavo says as walks beside Seven Two and stares at the dawning sun "I have been unfair to you Seven Two... It is and it was a honor to work with you, to bring some sense into the world..." Gavo says and extends his hand to Seven Two after turning to it.

Seven Two looks at him "Thank you for everything" Seven Two says and they shake hands then turn to look at the rising sun. There is silence right now for a while "What happens now?" Seven Two asks.

"Now... Our job is over... It is time for a civilization to grow once again..." Gavo says. "I know, you had been created for war. In fact, I feel just as lost now as you do..." Gave adds asking the same question himself too.

"I don't want to be shut down just because it is over" Seven Two says.

"Nobody would. Others will find a way to help us both... I just have tough time believing... The war between the 1% and the rest... Is finally over..." Gavo says.

Seven Two thinks a while. (It is very likely that if we didn't stop the 1% here and now, they would have deployed far more powerful means to stop the war) Seven Two thinks. "I hope... We can still be together facing those difficulties" Seven Two says.

"So do I... Let's go home... I don't want to be for a long time..." Gavo says sounding tired. Seven Two and he turn around. Then start walking home.

When they arrive to the old town's border. They both start disarming themselves at the checkpoint.

Gavo looks through his assault rifle's scope one more time and has the weapon pointed into horizon without anybody in the possible line of fire "I probably never will hold a weapon again..." Gavo says and lowers the rifle, takes off the magazine, ejects the round already in the barrel, then gives it to an officer.

"I will miss it..." Seven Two says as aims into horizon with a handgun, then lowers the weapon. Seven Two ejects the magazine and takes the bullet out of the barrel, then gives it to another officer. Gavo and Seven Two are almost done disarming themselves from weapons. A vehicle arrives to the scene, they both immediately turn to look.

It is a SUV, not brand new and out of it steps out Gavo's family and two people he isn't familiar with. Gavo has fully disarmed himself and goes to his family. He is crying as he embraces his whole family, his wife, a son and a daughter. Another vehicle arrives, this one is also SUV. Out of it steps out Seven Two's liaison for civilian life Avia.

Alia runs to Seven Two and hugs this. Seven Two slowly responds with the same "It's over... We have won... I am glad that you are alright, Avia..." Seven Two says relieved.

"I am so happy you are back Seven Two... Although, we really should get you a better name" Avia says brimming from happiness. Seven Two saved Alia's life from car crash, winter is treacherous time for wheels, yet, they still are friends ever since the incident from two years ago.

"If you say so..." Seven Two says not against the idea but, this is very used to the name 7 2.

"No, I mean it... You aren't just an object, you have shown that you are just as much an individual like many others, just like me" Avia says while being serious but, happy.

Seven Two raises the visor inside of the helmet and to reveal this own eyes. They aren't human of course but, on first look they are almost indistinguishable from real human eyes. "Alright, let's worry about that later. Shall we?" Seven Two asks in this own tone is some content which one wouldn't expect coming from a machine.

Gavo looks at Seven Two and Avia. The height difference is comical. Seven Two is two meters and twenty centimeters tall and weighs probably more than two hundred kilograms. Gavo reminisces for a moment seeing that height and weight being put into action.

Avia is only one meter and seventy centimeters. Weight, he doesn't even want to think about as it would be quite rude. Seven Two has crouched a little to speak to Avia in equal level. Seven Two has bullet scratches and bullet ricochet marks on his hull and armor. Some of them recent but, most are old.

The individuals neither Gavo or Seven Two know approach them. The one that approaches Seven Two decided to speak "Welcome back Seven Two, thank you for bringing peace" the lady says. Seven Two looks at the woman.

"Thank you, identify yourself" Seven Two says as his Identification System, gives identity entry not in memory error on this lady.

"Jilil Temene, I am a psychiatrist. I am to help you along side with Avia, your civilian life liaison, to help you become a healthy component in human life" Jilil says.

Seven Two runs relevant registrations and searches in his memory "I get help immediately? This is better than I hoped... However, I wish to remain close with Gavo, we share... Blood, in a manner of speaking" Seven Two says and takes Avia on his arms who was surprised of it and Seven Two raises to stand.

Avia let's out a calm and slow "woe"... She had forgotten how tall Seven Two is and how easy it is for Seven Two lift her up.

"I do think it is for the better that, I and Amilia Lamerai work together and observe you both, answer any questions you might have and assist in your road to a better life" Jilil says warmly although slightly worried of Avia.

"Thank you, for first though, I want to go through a maintenance and begin memory procession" Seven Two says and crouches to allow Avia to stand on her own feet.

Avia leads Seven Two to the SUV and Jilil follows.

Heyy nice job

Sorry for taking so long

You've done well

I thought you'd stopped

(I honestly thought I was reading Vietnamese, not Finnish, thanks for clearing that up)

It's fine, if you have something coming up on real life, focus on that. I just decided to write that one more then up to you whether you want more.

Like I say to any of the writers here

Write as long as you want

Right now, not in the zone to continue that but, for some reason I had an odd moment of dejavu what comes on your name and I scrolled through my history in here reddit and was just "Oh, that why".

Alright no totaly understand

Glad to be recognised

Just do me a soild and message me when you do?

We 'ill see, I was considering another PM for the upcoming saturday, one where I list most of my prompts I have written so far and see which ones people would want me to continue.

Well let me know