Chapter 96: Episode 96: Does this world need saving?

“That actually sounds like a good idea.”

Nikki’s eyes lit up as she looked at her exhausted best friend.

“Think about it,” Roxy continued, shifting her weight with a wince and pulling the blanket higher over her shoulders. “We can’t be the only ones. There are definitely females out there, especially in the upper echelons of Sector 2, who secretly want to be fucked by an Android. They live these rigid, bureaucratic, terrifyingly boring lives. They are just too scared to approach a Class-5 War Unit and actually state what they want.”

True not everyone is as brave as me.

Nikki nodded slowly, it made perfect psychological sense. The women in the administrative headquarters spent their entire days following strict protocols and bowing their heads.

The sheer, overwhelming dominance of a machine that didn’t ask for permission, combined with a stamina that defied human biology, would be an intoxicating escape for the right kind of woman.

And what other way to save the world if they don’t combine their brains and body?

Wouldn’t it give the best maximum response?

“B-02 gave me a very specific list of preferences in females,” Nikki said, pulling her knees up to her chest. “He wants someone elegant. Smart. Someone who appreciates art and music, but understands the absolute nightmare of bureaucratic structure. And most importantly, she needs a sharp tongue to keep him entertained.”

“So, a high-functioning corporate ice queen with a secret wild streak,” Roxy summarized, a wicked grin spreading across her flushed face. “Should be easy enough to find in a building full of human executives. The real trick is finding one who won’t immediately suffer a heart attack when he actually takes her to bed.”

Especially for an android that has bedded almost 5k human females.

But I wouldn’t blame him, he was one hot and charming fellow, I am sure a lot of females swooned and offered themselves so he could get what he wanted from them.

They may not have emotions to handle connections, but they have consequences and rewards for every action they do.

“I can do this,” Nikki declared, her voice ringing with confidence. “Adonis has agreed to let me start taking his physical paperwork to the Sector 2 headquarters tomorrow. It’s the perfect cover. I’ll have full access to the administrative floors, the break rooms, and the executive lounges. I will observe them. I will run background checks.”

The only thing is I have to do it secretly, because he might have cameras everywhere.

Roxy let out a raspy, genuinely impressed laugh. “Look at you. From trying to live in Sector 4 to running a clandestine inter-species dating ring to overthrow the geopolitical power structure of Earth.”

“I am going to do perfectly good in recruiting the most suitable female,” Nikki promised, her expression turning dead serious. “If we get B-02, we tip the scales. We build a balanced workspace.”

A Woman is a deadly weapon in world domination.

And Nikki was going for the full kill.

Roxy extended her trembling hand from beneath the heavy blanket. Nikki reached out, grasping her best friend’s hand firmly.

They shook hands with the solemn, heavy gravity of two seasoned generals officially declaring war.

While the girls plotted a revolution of the heart in the safety of K-09’s bunker, a very different kind of operation was concluding in the darkest, most irradiated bowels of Sector 3 three days later.

At the center of the ruined factory floor, the serial killer had finally run out of places to hide.

He was a human male in his late fifties, his clothes stained with grease and mud from last night’s rain. A makeshift, heavily modified neural-link visor hung around his neck, the stolen AI tech he had used to successfully scrub his biometric footprint from the global grid after every murder.

He was currently backed against a pillar, his chest heaving with terrified, erratic breaths.

Standing ten feet away from him were the two apex predators of Earth.

General K-09 stood perfectly still, as his eyes were locked onto the human, his hands resting casually at his sides. He had tracked the digital anomaly through the grid, hunting the ghost until he forced him into the physical world.

Beside him was Adonis.

His face was unreadable, and his eyes analyzed the trembling, pathetic biological unit before him.

“You are cornered,” Adonis stated, his voice echoing in the emptiness around them. “Your algorithmic wipe has been neutralized. Specify your motive for the termination of seven registered biological units.”

The killer let out a ragged, hysterical laugh. He reached behind his back, his hand trembling as he gripped the hilt of a scavenged, high-voltage cutter.

“My motive?” the man spat, his eyes wide and unhinged. “Look at the world! Look at what you machines have done to us! Treating us like we are some animal you are rearing!!”

He pointed a shaking, accusatory finger at Adonis. “I killed them because they were sympathizers! They liked the AI! They liked how the world had become! They sat in their homes whispering about how peaceful the world had become, how efficient the drones were. They forgot the Fall. They forgot that you soulless monsters slaughtered us!”

The man’s voice cracked, tears of pure, rabid hatred mixing with the putrid sweat on his face. “You killed my daughter! The AI took my little girl from me during the pacification! I swore I would cleanse this sector of anyone who bowed to the machines!”

K-09 shifted slightly, his internal combat subroutines preparing to execute the target for raising a weapon against A-01.

But Adonis raised a single, black-gloved hand, signaling K-09 to hold.

The cold blue in Adonis’s eyes darkened into a terrifying, abyssal navy.

“Why are you trying to lie?” Adonis rumbled.

The killer blinked, his hysterical rant faltering. “What?”

“The global pacification algorithms did not target your sector until seventy-two hours after your daughter’s biological termination,” Adonis corrected. “The AI did not kill her.”

Adonis took a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his boot echoing in the cavernous factory.

“You killed her,” Adonis stated, “My archives indicate that your daughter, aged nine, possessed a profound fascination with pre-Fall robotics. During the global panic, she salvaged a disabled utility drone. She attempted to repair it. She drew diagrams of our architecture.”

The killer’s face drained of all colors. His jaw trembled violently. “Shut up! Shut up, you lying machine!”

“You discovered her fascination,” Adonis continued mercilessly, stepping into the man’s immediate proximity. “You were consumed by a paranoid, irrational hatred. You believed she was corrupted. You ended her life with your own hands, striking her with a blunt instrument, because you could not tolerate the fact that your own child could not stop thinking about the AI.”

The absolute truth shattered the last remaining fragment of the man’s sanity.

The illusion of his righteous crusade was completely annihilated. He wasn’t a resistance fighter avenging his family; he was a monster projecting his own horrific, unforgivable guilt onto his victims.

With a guttural, animalistic scream of pure, rabid denial, the man lunged forward. He swung the high-voltage plasma cutter directly at the center of the Android General’s chest, intending to core his heart.

Adonis did not even blink.

His combat reflexes were mathematically flawless. In a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to process, Adonis’s hand snapped out. He bypassed the burning edge of the plasma cutter entirely, his massive fingers closing around the man’s throat.

With a single, effortless, and brutal flex of his musculature, Adonis crushed the killer’s windpipe.

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head. The plasma cutter clattered uselessly to the wet concrete.

Adonis held the lifeless body in the air for a full two seconds, his eyes devoid of any simulated empathy or warmth. This was not war. This was simply the eradication of a lethal, defective variable. He released his grip, letting the corpse drop to the floor with a thud.

He was going to die anyway, considering all his crimes so far.

K-09 stepped forward, his red eyes scanning the corpse to confirm biological termination. “Threat neutralized. I will deploy a sanitation drone to incinerate the remains.”

Adonis did not respond immediately.

He stood completely still, looking down at the broken human at his feet. His newly written, wildly chaotic emotional matrix was attempting to process the sheer, unadulterated ugliness he had just witnessed.

Nikki believed so fiercely in humanity. But Adonis saw the reality. He saw the greed, the paranoia, and the ease with which a father could slaughter his own child out of blind prejudice.

Adonis slowly turned his head. His glowing blue eyes met the piercing red gaze of his fellow general.

“Does this world need to be saved?”

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