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POWER.ON.//
SYSTEM.REBOOT
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>RUNDIAG.
DIAGNOSTICS CHECK IN PROCESS
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ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL
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CORE AI.GAIA CONNECTED

GOOD AFTERNOON SERGEANT EMERY

The sergeant stirred in his temporary sleeping quarters, awoken to something that still shocks him as much as it did a week ago. The metallic, computerised voice that shook him from his slumber had been given a female tone, probably an attempt to make it seem more human. Although as far as Alex knew, he seemed to be one of very few in the military who had been implanted with an AI. He was still learning the basics of what was going on. "He-hello... Gaia." The words were still hesitant in leaving his lips, even a week hadn't been enough time for him to get accustomed to talking to, well, himself. Although most didn't find it odd because the news being spread around that he had an AI, he still found it hard to grasp. Speaking of grasp...

The blonde sat up, the sheets on his bed falling to reveal his bandages, and essentially, his chest that seemed to be missing nearly half of it's human form, replaced by metal. He swung his legs over the side, and brought his arms up before him to observe. They were almost skeletal, made of the same metallic substance. The doctor, Dr. Backofen, had informed him that the mechanics would make them more human-like once he got the basics of how to use them again, something about his arms needing to be observed incase he unintentionally broke something. It was still freaky. He couldn't even imagine what it would have looked like if he had real arms, unless he looked at someone elses. MY EMPATHY PROCESSOR TELLS ME YOU ARE NOT FEELING AT EASE, SERGEANT. SHALL I NOTIFY DOCTOR BACKOFEN? Gaia chimed in, doing 'her' job as programmed. "Um, no... No, I will be fine. I just... Have to get used to this.. I just need a few seconds."

And those few seconds had passed. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO NOTIFY THE DOCTOR NOW? "Very funny, Gaia..." It took the AI a moment or two to respond, seemingly unsure of the statement. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, SERGEANT. I HAD NOT TOLD A JOKE. Maybe her socialogical processor needed to be tweaked. "It was a figure of speech. Don't worry about it." AS YOU WISH, SERGEANT. Alex simply closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He was starting to really hate talking to something that didn't even call him by his first name. Lifting himself of the bed and onto the cold floor, his bare feet gingerly touched the surface before becoming accustomed to the temperature in the medical wing. "Please don't call me that... I barely know who I am at the moment, the least you could do is call me by my name and not my... rank." The man murmered to his invisible companion, he must look crazy to other personnel right now.

I APOLOGISE FOR THE MISTAKE. IT IS CURRENTLY LUNCH BREAK, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DIRECT YOU TO THE MESS HALL, ALEX? Much better. "Apology accepted, thankyou Gaia." Alex stated as he looked to his side. Hanging up next to his bed were a set of clothes, and pinned to them was a piece of paper with his name on it in big letters. On the floor were his boots, and on the bedside table were his dog tags and two white pills. He was told that the pills were to condition him to the artificial organs inside of him so that his body wouldn't try and reject them. His stomach, one of his real organs, grumbled, grabbing his attention. "You know what, I am hungry. Where do I go to get to the mess hall again?"

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The sergeant stepped into the mess hall, almost overwhelmed by the entirety of it once again. It was huge. There was so much going on too, so much noise. He was no longer dressed in simply scrub pants. Now he had his BDU pants, boots and tank top. Trying to take in the activity, his concentration was broken by Gaia chiming in again. IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER, ALEX, THE LINE FOR FOOD IS TO YOUR LEFT. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but decided against it. There was no point starting an argument with something that only he could hear. "Thankyou." He murmured, making his way to the line. Over the past week, Alex came to realise that the food here was bad, and it didn't seem like it was going to get any better. However, he was hungry, and anything even remotely edible would do for now. It's not like fruit, vegetables and what seemed to be some sort of protein substance, would make him sick. Well, maybe the protein stuff. It was like porridge, yet disgusting.

As soon as he got his tray of food, he walked over to a random table and sat. He looked at the tray and just dug in, his hunger was starting to aggravate him slightly. In fact, he was probably eating about twice as much as what he was advised due to the medication he was currently on. As he stopped to swallow another bit of his food, he looked up, noticing that he was sitting across from someone. Somehow, due to his incredible luck, it was Dr. Zeidorzha Backofen. The man that had specifically told him not to eat too much. He didn't seem like a very cheerful fellow either...

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Osiris tried to steady the mirror against the turbulent swaying of the helicopter or rather helicopter craft. Trying to pin on a bar in an ever changing environment was proving to be challenging but keeping the mirror straight was nearly impossible. He always hated the dress uniform always so constricting. It was a snug fit everything from the full collar that completely wrapped around his neck to the belt he wore around his stomach made it very uncomfortable. At least it was flashy, solid black with silver trim around the shoulders and wrists.To top it all off he had at least five pins on his chest ranging everywhere from combat diving to military free-fall and a special forces insignia on his shoulder. It sure did draw some major attention and made the girls go crazy so it is worth being uncomfortable.
The troop bay was large enough to hold 12 people in full combat armor but at the moment there was just two people and two large crates of combat equipment. Osiris and Antony, the sergeant was his same age but he was a operator to the core. Leading people wasn't his forte but he was one hell of an support operator. He was sitting in the same uniform as Osiris but had silver stripes going down both arms signifying rank. " What are we doing here Lieutenant? Where have we been reassigned too?" he said looking into a manilla folder that held there new orders. " Something about needing officers at this location....and to set up a new team" Osiris said looking out the porthole style window. " I brought you here as an advisor......and besides how would I stay in shape without you there". Osiris chuckled as he got up and walked to the front of the craft which was swaying even more violently then before. He stuck his head in the cockpit making sure to brace himself on the door way without getting his uniform dirty. "How close are we?" he asked the pilot who looked back at the door " We are here now...we land in 30 seconds" the pilot yelled back. Osiris nodded and walked back to into the bay and motioned towards Antony to get ready.
The craft violently lurched backward and quickly leveled out to drop altitude. As the back ramp opened Osiris made sure his uniform was in order before stepping out onto the ramp. Two men met him at the entrance and offered a quick salute before going to grab their combat equipment. They strode across the tarmac and into the main building or what they thought was the main building. Osiris sighed inwardly at the situation he was in. That main building turned out to be the Mess Hall and he just walked right into the middle of it. Osiris hated it when everyone snapped to attention when he walked into a room because he hated drawing attention to himself. There was only one problem with this, he already had all of that unwanted attention. He was in his dress uniform walking through a Mess Hall and from looking at the patrons this wasn't a normal occurrence. Osiris had only one thing to do then. He quickly pulled the manila folder up to his neck hopefully covering the gold bars pinned to his collar. With a sigh of relief he walked to the nearest table full of people who looked like mechanics. "Excuse me for a second" he said to to get their attention still covering his rank with the folder " Can one of you point me in the direction of Receiving?" he said with a slight smile.

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Trying to swallow the mouthful of food sitting on his tongue when the doctor greeted him, Sergeant Emery coughed to clear his throat before he spoke back. "H-hello Doctor Backofen." He seemed a little nervous, unlike usual when he used to annoy Backofen quite easily, although that man was irritated by many for his own reasons. "I'm feeling okay. My stomach is a bit sore and I was pretty dizzy when I woke up, but that's about it." Of course, he hadn't really thought the question through. Had he known what the doctor had actually meant, he might have given a different answer. Although, even if he had known what Zeidorzha wanted to know, he wouldn't know what the correct answer was.

Sure, he knew that he had plugs stuck in his head, but he was still learning what they were actually for. While this was going through his mind, Gaia chimed in once again. However, this time it was different. Instead of speaking in his head, he could actually hear her as if she was standing next to him. "THE SERGEANTS VITALS ARE ALL SATISFACTORY, AND HIS IMPLANTS ARE RUNNING EFFICIENTLY AND EFFECTIVELY, DOCTOR. I AM G-414, OR GAIA, AS MY CREATORS NAMED ME, AFTER THE MOTHER OF THE GREEK GODS." As soon as Alex heard his AI, he started looking around his body for where her voice was coming from. "How are you talking to him?" He asked as he checked his arms. "THERE IS A SPEAKER INBUILT IN YOUR CHEST PIECE, ALEX. THE TECHNICIANS HAD IT INSTALLED SO I MAY COMMUNICATE WITH INDIVIDUALS IN YOUR IMMEDIATE VISCINITY." Pulling up his top to check his chest, he ran his fingers over the metal to find that there were several small holes where the speaker was located.

"I HAVE TRIED TO CONVINCE SERGEANT EMERY TO LOOK AT HIS FILES, BUT HE HAS NOT BEEN VERY COOPERATIVE. INSTEAD HE HAS BEEN MORE INTERESTED IN THE OPERATIONS OF THE FACILITY. HE HAS ASSURED ME THAT HE WILL EXAMINE HIS MEDICAL FILES WHEN HE TRAVELS BACK TO HIS QUARTERS." This conversation was all fine and dandy, but Alex was getting irritated with the fact that Gaia could have spoken to him through the speaker instead of letting him sound crazy but didn't tell him. "So you've been talking to me inside my head when you could have saved me from looking like I was nuts and used the speaker?"

"OF COURSE, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN INEFFICIENT HAD I NOT DONE SO." Alex sighed again, he just wasn't winning with this AI of his.

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