Mecha Hitler の小説・ストーリー

"That is, before you came in and killed him." "Hitler," I replied, understanding. Of course. I knew Hitler and his Nazis had been experimenting with genetics during WWII, and many other inhumane things. It would make sense that they might be experimenting with shape shifters and vamps, too. "Of course," Drake said, with a sneer. "Hitler had the right idea. To make a super race, but not of humans." Then he laughed, and his voice grew soft and menacing. "That was just a rouse." Drake looked down at his glass. "Yes, I knew Hitler and I had his ear." Then, he crossed the room as he spoke, running his hand along the end table as he passed. "He was experimenting with vamps as well as humans, but w

Haley heard Philip's footsteps and turned to him with a smile. Philip nodded and asked, “Did you find anything about the mecha lifeforms?” Haley looked a little helpless at this question. “No, the thinking mechanism of these mecha lifeforms is quite baffling. At first, I thought it was artificial intelligence with different programs added to them, but after some checking, that’s not the case. “There seems to be an inexplicable power that took the awareness of some dead people and put them into the mecha lifeforms after some cleaning. This allows the mecha lifeforms to think independently, but we can't analyze the source of that power.”

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it. Blinking in surprise, he responded in the Rhuhi that his people used in their wolf form. He'd never heard of a human mate being able to use the silent language before. We will not be going to Valhalla this day, if I have anything to do with it, min elskede. I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win.

replied Howard. "Actually it is, to them. They revere machines, the more complicated the machine the more revered the contraption is. They will do anything to maintain it and keep it in working order. They will risk their lives to prevent others from desecrating them. On another note, if you insult the Mechanicus gravely enough they turn you into servitors. Mindless automatons. A word of warning." "Noted" Both the Colonel and Commander gave each other meaningful looks as if to say: 'this will be interesting'.

( He chimes in with Haven’s representatives staring at him with questioning looks on their faces) COMMANDER KELLER : What do you mean by that??... The messenger that came here convinced us that Adolf Hitler was at the helm of the attack heading for us and yet you are telling us that he wasn’t. I really don’t get you ARTHUR : Do not get me wrong. We did meet an undead version of Adolf Hitler at the battle but he wasn’t the one in control of things. Aren’t I right, captain?? HANNAH : What he is saying is the truth. I was the one that destroyed Adolf Hitler after all. But even after he was destroyed, the undead army still moved like nothing had happened to their leader.

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

to the beat. "It’s working!" Hailey laughed maniacally. "The 'Miller Algorithm' in their heads is trying to decode the spiritual significance of the drop! They’re stuck in a philosophical loop!" "You weaponized Buddha?" Ben stared at her, horrified and impressed. "I weaponized confusion," Hailey corrected. She tapped one final key. "Self-destruct command masked as 'Nirvana'. Execute." The remaining mech stopped. Its lights turned from red to blue. Then, with a mechanical sigh, it detonated its own power core.

Alert lines rapidly appeared across the monitor. "Large quantities of foreign metal objects detected. Unknown implanted chips and mechanical components are present within the subject. No vital signs detected. Abnormal motor activity originating from internal mechanical systems." All the medical staff in the room were stunned. They crowded around the monitors, their faces filled with disbelief. "Foreign metal objects? Chips?" one of the younger doctors muttered in shock. "The police have been investigating an illegal human AI modification organization. I heard they implant neural chips, reinforce skeletal structures, and use behavioral control systems to manipulate one's actions!"

Her lips were filled with bruises and blisters. Sitting on the peak of a skyscraper that overlooked the sea, Axel watched the scene playing out before him in amusement. It was entertaining, a kind of entertainment that excites him. Humans were very fickle creatures, the most shallow people he had ever come across. All they did was make foolish decisions, and kill each other over trifle material possessions. He had no regard or respect for them. Whenever a bad decision was made, all he did was obediently seal their fate with no questions or even a slightest attempt to change their minds. Hundred generations had already come and gone, yet nothing seemed to change among the human race. Taking h