Dressed in her brownish coat, Dey Arithmetic walked alone into the ruins of the Northern side. She buried her hands in her pocket, fidgeting the unloaded miniature handguns inside. However, as soon as she spotted two of her colleges she stopped her dangerous play and ran towards them.

“Oh god, what happened?!” Dey cried as she noticed that one of the policemen had his hand covered in thick bandages but blood still leaked out from under, soaking the bandages. The other policeman, who lend a shoulder to the wounded policeman said to Dey, “are you also in the force?”

“Yes, Sergeant Dey Arithmetic here,” Dey replied and took out a small bottle from her pocket, “uncover the bandages, this will do a better job at stopping blood.”

“How convenient,” the policeman said and took off the bandages on his college, “I told you not to touch those weird disks?”

Dey stared at the long clean cut across the policeman’s palm for a second but quickly covered it with a quick-drying spray which instantly mixed with the blood and formed a large ‘cot’.

“Okay, where did you find those…things?” Dey asked quickly.

“Just walk straight, and you’ll know what I mean,” said the policeman, “my boy and I were just doing our normal patrol, and we saw some metal disks, my pal tried to pick one up, but the edge was damn sharp, almost cut his hand in two.”

“Thanks,” Dey rushed towards the spot, “take him to the hospital quickly!”

After a short run, Dey stopped in her tracks. On the ground, were shiny metal plates with different diameters. Instead of approaching the plates, she picked a brick from the ground and tossed at the plates.

“Oh!” Dey gasped as the brick was instantly sliced in half in midair. As it turned out, there was a plate facing perpendicular to Dey but it was so thin that it was barely visible, “those policemen were sure very lucky.” She pulled out one of her pistols, loaded standard police shot into it and aimed at the plate that was at an angle to the ground.

Bam! Tin!

The nine-millimetre bullet bounced off the plate like it was a rubber ball.

“Interesting,” Dey lowered her weapon, “what are these made for? At this thickness and distance, even titanium should be dented by the bullet.

Dey looked around and found two metal pipes, she picked them up and used them as a pair of gigantic chopsticks. After making sure that no plates were sticking out in front of her, she picked up the sharp plate with her chopsticks and placed it carefully onto a wood plank.

“Well,” Dey looked down at the plate, “time to move to safety without slicing myself in half.”

Before she left the scene with her sample, Dey sealed the areas with the police tape carried in her pocket.

“That was a quite a failure,” CAST munched a whole stack of grass in its mouth. The sheep’s wool had transformed dramatically since its creation: it became a rainbow sheep. Every five-second, the colour of its wool changes. Red, blue, yellow, grey, amber…

“I didn’t expect her to realise the wave nature of the Hetzer so soon,” CAST laid down, “way too soon. The Hetzer didn’t even have time to delete her.”

System:__User:___%&*!#$__has__entered__//

“That’s not good news,” CAST said to itself as the water surrounding it started to wiggle into a word like shapes.

Request progress report.

“Oh no,” CAST spit out its grass.

How long do you still need?

“Ummm…” CAST shook with fear, “may I request an ability to upgrade…”

Really?! That means the surprise element is long gone, isn’t it?

“…”

Fine! As long as you don’t leave any evidence, meaning you MUST delete all record holder, I’ll grant you greater ability access to level 21.

“Thank you, master,” said CAST.

Just get the job done, or I’ll restart you. By the way, there is an emergency: a rescue team entering soon. Thus, I’ll increase your access to level 30.

“So why do you call me in again, have you finally made up your mind?” Tann looked annoyedly at Loci, who was organizing the wiring of MARY.

“Almost,” Loci replied painfully as his fingers got stuck in some rubber bands, “I just want to hear some of your thoughts…”

“Simple,” Tann took out dice and rolled on the table, “if you want her to have ‘free’ state of mind, then I’ll simply create a random number generator that will determine her personality, of course, RANDOMLY! However, if you want her to be your slave or something, tell me what kind of person you want and I’ll try to mimic that as much as possible.”

“That’s what troubling me the most,” Loci finally escaped from the rubber band and he went aside to adjust the different fluid contains located on the wall, “what do you think?”

“I seriously don’t care,” Tann replied, “I just care about how I am going to be paid.”

“Hmmm…” Loci dropped his work and thought, “what do you want?”

“How long do you need to build a turret?” Tann asked.

Loci took out a notebook that recorded his schedule, “the one with the minigun took me around a week, but McCro was there to help me, so I’ll say if I want to build one by myself, it will probably take around a week and four days.”

“That’s not good,” Tann said quietly, and drew out her shotgun, “fine, can you take a look at this?”

Loci almost jumped upon seeing the weapon, but he quickly calmed down, “It’s a NOVA, gosh, what have you done to it?”

“Just did a bit of shooting lately,” Tann said, “ okay, hear me out, do you think if you can modify a shotgun?”

“In terms of what,” Loci got himself a mop and cleaned the gun for Tann.

Tann showed the sheets of polarizing filters and passed it to Loci together with a shotgun shot, “Well, do you think if there is a way to shoot these out from this shotgun?”

“If I am correct,” Loci noticed the colour on the shell, “this is a slug shot. So my best is to attach the film onto the slug, but this might cause the film to deform…”

“That’s not a problem,” said Tann (she could just increase the durability of the films), “but how many can you make in a night?”

“If I can use my robot arm, then I’ll say around a hundred,” Loci passed the items back to Tann, “but I’ll need you to provide me with the films and shells.”

“That will be great,” Tann replied.

Loci wrote down his new task in the notebook, and turned back to his project, “so what’s your suggestion?”

“I told you already,” Tann snapped, “it is simply your decision, but if you are not going to build the rest of her body then I do not suggest giving her a random personality.”

“You are correct,” said Loci sadly, “but if I do build her body, it must be perfect.”

Tann came closer to Loci’s project and looked at the humanoid’s head, “I have a suggestion: what if you ask her what kind of body she wants?”