Chapter 11: Man vs Robots

Chapter 11: Man vs Robots

The city was quiet, too quiet.

Dax was somewhat famous among French towns for its hot baths, thermal sources, and water cure industry. Most of its inhabitants worked in tourism, healthcare, or hospitality. The lAdour river and three bridges separated the historical city center from the satellite municipalities. Dax was never a busy town, but it always enjoyed a healthy level of activity.

Today, Dax was dead.

All its inhabitants had been turned to stone as far as Basil could tell. Statues filled the narrow streets. The wrecks of overturned cars blocked the central lane alongside the occasional broken watcher. Burns covered a few buildings faades and colossal footprints disfigured the pavement.

And the silence, this ominous silence

Boss, I sense something. Bugsy applied his antennae to the ground. Heavy footsteps.

I hear them too, Plato said, his ears turning in a specific direction. The bots havent left the city.

Basil gathered his breath, his axe heavy on his shoulder. How far?

Six to seven streets away, Bugsy replied. The monster is heavier than I am.

Basil glanced at the towns highest points: the twin towers of Daxs cathedral. He would have a good view of the area from up there.

Bugsy, youre too big and easy to notice, Basil said. You stay away in the citys outskirts unless you hear the sound of battle. Rosemarine, to the cathedral with me. Plato, youre stealthy enough for recon. The bots mustnt learn of our presence, do you understand?

His cat fled into the streets and Bugsy didnt argue against the order. They understood the danger ahead might prove greater than their deadly encounter with Megabug. They would stick to the plan and keep their heads down.

Basil walked to the cathedral with Rosemarine following him without a word. The classical-gothic churchs twin towers and massive stone faade cast a dark shadow on a silent plaza. Its open doors screeched with the wind.

Basil ordered Rosemarine to keep watch over the entrance and stepped inside the building. His footsteps echoed within its main hall. Faint daylight crossed through stained glass windows portraying saints and angels. The robots had broken a few of them, much to Basils fury.

Although he didnt practice much, Basil was an Orthodox Christian at heart. The profanation of a holy place, even a Catholic one, remained a crime in his eyes.

Basil steadily climbed stony stairs up to the left towers summit. He half-expected a Unity watcher to intercept him. None did. Basil doubted that the fear of God had motivated them to leave the area.

Basil reached the tower's summit without incident. Windows gave him a dizzying view of Dax; enough to see metal orbs flying in the distance, the sunlight reflecting on their bronze shells.

The watchers.

Basil took a pair of binoculars from his bag and scanned the town. He immediately detected signs of battle. Three major bridges usually separated Dax from the other shore and its smaller municipalities. One of them had crumbled into the lAdour river and the other was clogged by abandoned cars. The third, he couldnt see from his position.

Groups of watchers patrolled the rivershore and a mighty creature followed in their wake.

Basil held his breath at the sight of a living tank. Four black telescopic tentacles of whirling gears lifted an ovoid core of bronze and steel. The machines body would put an elephant to shame in terms of size and weight. Plates of metal bound by bolts shielded it from attacks, the strange symbol of the watchers painted on its back like an ominous warning. A single crystal eye two meters wide lay exposed at the creatures forefront right above a ventral cannon. The four metal claws at the end of its tentacles crushed the pavement under their weight.

The System provided Basil with a hint of the threats power.

Unity GearsmanLevel 13 [Artificial].Faction: Unity.

Nope, Basil decided after a single look at the creatures level. Nope, nope, nope, Im out, Im done, Ive peaked!

That was three levels higher than Megabug, and if that wasnt enough, a small swarm of watchers swirled above the machine. The party was outnumbered, outmatched, and outgunned.

They were also a week too late to save anybody. Basil could infer what happened from the sheer number of broken windows and petrified citizens. The watchers had fallen upon the city at night when most of the population slept.

Basil suddenly realized that the attacks on his house had given him the wrong assumption. Since he had fended off assaults easily enough, he thought everyone else would.

In truth, he had survived by avoiding the attention of deadlier monsters. If Megabug or the watchers had attacked his home before his classes gave him the power to fight back, Basil would have died. It wasnt skill that carried him so far, but luck.

Strange, the robots stick to one side of the river. Basil turned his binoculars to Daxs other shore. Satellite municipalities like Saint-Vincent-de-Paul occupied it. Why havent they crossed over?

The sight of a helicopter flying over the other shore answered his question.

Basil immediately recognized it as a Colibri Eurocopter painted white with red stripes. The light utility vehicle didnt carry weapons, but was large enough to transport up to four passengers alongside the pilot. Basil couldnt see the people inside due to the distance and the sunlight-reflecting windshield. The vehicle turned over the bridge still standing as if daring the Unity gearsman to cross it.

Of course. Basils eyes widened as he put two and two together. The military aviation school!

Basil remembered that the French land army trained future helicopter pilots in Dax with light vehicles. The noise made by their flights usually drew criticism from the civilian population. If an aircraft patrolled a shore the robots refused to invade, then it could only mean one thing.

The French army resisted the monsters!

I hope somebody picked up that phone, Basil murmured. Because I called it!

You earned 750 EXP (93 each).

Basil turned his binoculars towards his allies on the ground in sudden panic. Did the watchers detect them?

He quickly confirmed that Bugsy hadnt moved from his post. Rosemarine, however, chewed a watchers wreckage near the cathedrals entrance.

Nothing to worry about. A startled Basil looked over his shoulder, only to face Plato. The cat joined his owner with a crystal core in his mouth, before letting his catch roll on the ground. We scored a few easy kills.

Dont surprise me from behind again, Basil scolded his cat. Especially in hostile territory.

Oh, did I frighten you? Plato peeked through the window. Wait until I tell you what I saw.

Ive already noticed the level 13 Gearsman.

Which one?

Basils blood froze in his veins. Youve got to be kidding me.

Im not. Platos tone turned grim. I counted at least two. One patrolling along the river, the other guarding the arena.

The arena Basil could barely catch a glimpse of the buildings white walls from his current viewpoint. Daxs arena, originally built to host Spanish Corridas, was rarely used for anything more than concerts nowadays.

Cannot bypass [?????]s [Crafting Encryption] Perk.

Have they always been there? Basil asked Plato in confusion.

I dunno, I didnt pay attention. His cat swiped his nose with his paw. So much dust

Basil examined the books and the System immediately provided him with information.

The Missal & The BreviaryFamily: Spellbooks.Quality: C.A pair of spellbooks used by [Priests of God] to learn [Prayer] spells and angelic [Rituals]. Much ink has been spilled on how to optimize proper SP consumption.By reaching a sufficiently high Magic stat, you can learn Active Perks called Spells. Spells consume SP to work and are classified by Schools, representing their category, and Tiers, their power. You can learn spells from spellbooks and tutors if you possess the necessary classes, passive Perks, and elemental affinities.

Spells? Wait, I could do magic with prayers? Basil read the Missals instructions on how to hold the mass and a new screen appeared.

Spell: The MassSchool: Prayer.Affinity: Support.Tier: I.Cost: 10 SP.Restrictions: Only [Priests] of God with a 10+ Magic stat can cast this spell, and only in a Christian church.Buffs the Luck of all allies within the churchs confines for ten minutes. The blessing lasts even after the targets leave the churchs grounds.

Basil checked the books pages with rapturous attention. They included dozens of spells, if not more. Each liturgy, each church ritual, carried power of some kind; from healing the sick to empowering the faithful.

Much ink has been spilled on how to optimize proper SP consumption? What did that mean? And why were all church prayers linked to spells? Had they been spells from the start and didnt work because there were no Special Points or magic to fuel them?

This raised an important question: did the System give prayers tangible powers, or was their power suppressed before the System came along? In the first case, it spoke volumes about the Systems ability to reshape reality. And in the second case it implied the normal world Basil had lived in since birth was in an abnormal state.

I guess these books will have to do, Basil said. I would rather have fiery swords, but God works in mysterious ways.

By giving you two old books? Plato sneezed from the dust. You should have converted to Buddhism.

Basil forgave his cats blasphemy and registered the books in his inventory for later use. It could be a coincidence, but if prayers carried real magical power with the Systems arrival then one of them could perhaps heal petrification.

Is everything okay, Mister? Rosemarine asked upon entering the cathedrals hall. Have you eaten well?

The only food I need right now is the bread and blood of Christ, Basil half-joked. I will be the Axe of Heaven. God wills it.

What is Christ, a monster? Rosemarine pondered with childish innocence. Can I eat them?

When do we take back the Holy Land? Plato asked with a deadpan tone. Basils glare only amused him further. Too soon?

Mock me all you want, Plato, but a force greater than any strength point possesses me now. Basil pumped a fist with determination. His words boomed across the cathedrals hall like a sermon. Faith! Faith in humanity! Faith in our power to defeat the invaders! You say we should take back the Holy Land? I say we retake all the land, starting with this one

A Unity watcher suddenly entered the church through the broken window, interrupting Basils passionate speech.

When he heard the explosions, Bugsy knew his moment had come.

As ordered, the centimagma had retreated to the human hives outskirts so as not to foil the infiltration mission. He spent minutes mentally preparing himself for the epic fight that he knew would come. His tail flailed the pavement in trepidation.

The times when Bugsy would clumsily break trees and set grass on fire ended here and now. He would no longer lower his head in shame at his ineptitude. Today, he would prove his newfound strength and mighty combat prowess to the Boss.

Im proud of you, Bugsy, the Boss would say while patting him on the head, right on the sweet spot behind the antennae. I thus promote you to my new right-hand cat.

But I cannot betray Mister Plato! Bugsy would reply, because he was modest. He is like a brother to me!

You deserve to become the top pet, Bugsy, Plato would reassure him. Youve worked so hard for it!

All would fear the name of Bugsy Alphonse Venture.

I need a war cry, Bugsy thought as his tremorsense detected the party rush to his position and the rumbling steps of a colossal beast. You shall not pass too simple I have a hundred feet to kick your ass with? I am fire, I am death? Yes, yes, thats badass, thats me, thats fearsome!

Bugsy moved in the middle of a lane full of abandoned cars. As the Boss, Plato, and Rosemarine emerged from around a street corner, the centimagma raised his head with pride.

I am fire! Bugsy exhaled flames through his fangs. I am

Retreat! The Boss shouted. His breath was short, his expression one of utter panic. Tactical retreat!

Mister! Rosemarine struggled to catch up to the Boss because of her short vine-legs. Wait for me!

Huh? Bugsy asked in confusion, his momentum broken.

Run, you idiot! Plato snarled as he bolted past the centipede. Run!

A tide of metal poured out of the city after the party.

Bugsy had expected to fight a few watchers, a dozen at most. Instead a full swarm of flying orbs flew above the lane. They fired petrify-rays in all directions, the lasers failing to affect Bugsy due to the level difference.

WE COME IN PEACE! The swarm buzzed. PETRIFICATION IS TEMPORARY! SUBMIT FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!

I can take them! Bugsy tried to muster his courage. Witness me, Boss! Witness

And then the bigger machine stepped into view, a colossus of steel carried by four legs each longer than Bugsy himself. The ground trembled when it walked and its cannons gears screeched upon pointing at the centimagma.

When Bugsy read the giant machines level, the great flame of his bravery petered out.

[Agility Up]! Never before did Bugsy activate his Perk so quickly. [Agility Up]!

The System empowered his hundred legs with new speed. The Boss and Rosemarine leaped on Bugsys back as the centimagma turned around and ran away. Only Plato managed to run faster than him on his own legs.

THE UNITY IS NON-NEGOTIABLE! The giant robot broadcasted while running after the party. Fiery light built up in its cannon. THIS PLANET WILL BE PACIFIED!

De-level this, asshole! The Boss materialized the Venom Bomb in his hand and threw it at the robots. The projectile exploded into a toxic purple cloud that spread through the lane. It failed to damage the robots, but reduced their visibility. A red ray fired through the smoke and melted the pavement to Bugsys left. The blast missed him, but only barely so.

Faster, faster! Plato shouted as the giant robot rushed out of the toxic cloud.

Ive got this! Bugsy promised. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Ive got this!

Bugsy Alphonse Venture believed he would become his partys frontliner.

But in truth, he had been the getaway driver all along.