The Automated King

Of the day past

Ugh, my left eye socket is swelling up. The fistfight cost me so much with no answer to hold firm. Who is he? How could he walking out there, free like a bird? Argh, I need someone to give me a cheat sheet for this.

“Hello, Regi. Are you feeling well today? Here, a plate of breakfast for you.”

Ellen and her scrub dress. On my sight, she is a lot like a grandma in homecoming party. Even if she is actually not that old, the plain uniform has brought a lot of bombs to her figure.

“Are you gonna brief me on what happened last time, Ellen? I was passed out, how come I didn’t die?”

“To tell you the truth, I am surprised to your quick recovery too, Regi. You lost so much blood on the way to the infirmary, back then.”

Oh yeah, my other qualms. She is the perfect solution to this matter, I guess, due to her merits and all.

“By the way, I am having nightmares because of this. Could you tell me of my target’s profile, Ellen?”

Hmm, She seems down by my query. They must be hard to deal with, huh.

“Please forgive me, but we can’t retrieve any scoop about that group, Regi. He is out of our database and undetectable from the bracelet, no matter how much we tried to pry on them.”

“That’s the Fishman kingdom’s henchman, then. I’ve been suspected that it might be the case.”

“Based on our database, Fishman kingdom is in perpetual hatred with us, so it’s not the exact answer to their affiliation. However, I realized that some organization might be related to them, even without sufficient proof to show it.”

“Who is it, then?”

“Do you have heard the name of Protego in your job as a manager, Regi?”

The only Protego I’ve heard about is Protegi, a protein milkshake formula for body-building. It has an immense nutrients for the muscle-man, to grow their muscle-baby in the muscle-lair.

“They wanted to avenge humanity, then? To help us?”

“Sadly, they are not interested in saving our kin. This organization is a clear opposite of us.”

“Hmm? I am afraid it’s not apparent to me at all, Ellen.”

“This group is well-known for their actions to preserve the emerging and prominent civilization of non-human kind. In other words, they won’t let us win the race.”

A competition? Does she ever notified me about it? I am being engineered to protect the rear of our kind, the weakness of our might, and our sustainability in this world. Why is it turned to be a kind of war to survive, in some ways?

“I might be perceiving this wrong, but I am certain that our job here is to protect, not to conquest. ”

“Yes, you are not mistaken. However, they perceived our subsistence on this earth as irrelevant, and no other courses available than a war of justice.”

I have a lot of question to ask for this, but I don’t really know how to re-phrase it. I have to investigate a lot about this in later time.

“How is my partner’s condition? Are they survived?”

“There are two set of news. The good and bad ones. Which one do you prefer to listen?”

“How about both? They are my mentor, Ellen.”

“Seems justifiable. The good news is, they are all survived. Bulldog has nothing except a little scratch and an acne to take care of.”

No way... those fierce battle, and Bulldog only has a small zit to cure. I’m not certain if he’s useful in a brawl, too, due to his lack of vigor to punch or something of the sort.

“Uh-uh, they are sturdy enough to handle it. For bulldog... he is a slouch, so it’s not a new information at all.”

“For the bad news, Mr. Rock has to retire. His entire organ is incapable to do hard work anymore. As for now, He is in coma and we don’t sure of when he would come to.”

I can’t believe it.... It’s tragic for him to end his career like this.

“Where is he, Ellen?”

“He is being treated beside you, on the right. You can visit him anytime, but don’t expect him to greet you and smile as a response.”

“To think that he is so cheerful on boasting his skills.... it’s unimaginable that it would come to nil.”

“In another aspect of it, he is well-accomplished of the job. He earned his rest, so let’s hope that he would awake in the near future.”

He is a decorated savior. You have earned this one long slumber, captain. I can’t wait for your revival to reality.

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Before this whole errands and trouble with the goons of Protego, Ellen had told me to look upon the archive or Mr. LORD. I wonder how much of viable information can be accessible with my ID. Well, It’s better to start from the one in my storage, right?

Allow me to nourished myself with your knowledge, oh ancient one. Hoo, such a weirdo for someone to put this on the oldie-side bag of scroll. He might be an eccentric, or just wanna be fancy on his job anyhow.

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Year 2050, a period of prosperity for Justicia. Everyone is in delight by the enormous range of delicacy, advanced medication, peak of humanistic ideas and morality. In this gigantic empire of us, not a single person left in famine, gotten sick by unknown pestilence, or even felt degraded and rejected by their neighbors due to their merit. We are living in harmony, united in magnificence of the culmination of our civilization, an utopia filled with infinite pleasure and unlimited kindness of our world.

Our next-door kingdom, Enda, is the one big-man offshore. They are also under their apex of lifetime, reigning in-par with our own monarch’s accolades. For their means of trade, they laid abundances of gems, jewels, and precious stone underneath the bowel of their mountain to the market. It floods the country with an magnificent wealth and riches, of course, and we are one of their places to attend with the bargain.

The last kingdom, our other continental counterpart, is the country prolific with various scientist and scholars. It’s called Timia, or in the humorous sense, country packed with timid personality. They are the principal source of knowledge and intellect, the one-in-focus with their outstanding brain capability. They are the inventor of our society and the council of wise and erudition. In conclusion, they are the embodiment of wisdom, standing side-by-side with our positive competence and traits.

I am Markoff Rigor, a descendant of a noble painter in Justicia. Under the tranquility of my palace, I felt something loathsome by the down bottom of my body. A sign of an ill-omen, perchance? It never dread me out as a smudge within. No threat ever incited in this new era of felicity. However, the short spasm were growing in rate of excruciating agony. In terror of the convulsing torment, I scream out of my lungs. Nobody heard my pain before it collapsed Myself in vain.

By the next-time I was awakened, My fragile body were leaned down inside the morgue. I’ve gotten countless red spot on my skins, the marks of prompted remedy from the local hospital of the city. The line of corpses on my left side were overwhelmed by similar symptoms, yet they were not as fortunate as I am to rise up like this.

I worn my cadaver as the cover of my figure, since I am being left out with no formal attire over my bare skin. A sign of qualm over my parents were transpired in a form of rapid perspiration, a clench of doubt and regret of my frail figure . However, the steam of concern were halted by a bunch of guardsman on my tail. They were cried a lot of tantrum and order to stop me for running away. However , their screech and cry couldn’t reach my ears any longer. My legs were emitted thick vapors and brought Myself capable of sprinting over the hospital’s hallway as a nice feature to escape.

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Hmmm, the story is really suspense. Is this fictional? His superhuman powers derived off the plague, a well-crafted story to me. The scroll is on the other side, too. Haha, he is totally in shortage of space.

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The long-lorn journey of My own self brought many of followers under my protection in a span of 3 months. Accidental meetup with an invisible man of the marketplace hauled my own reputation into the culmination of fame. Sadly, It also propelled the interest of the guardsman and the government’s officials. We were being cornered, detained under their sheer link of information. Each one of us were captured in silent, and nobody was knowledgeable of our individual disappearance. They employed some dogs, at times, to sniff and hound our secret location for meetings. The core of our organization can escape with ease, but no-one is invulnerable all the time.

With my image as their leader, I asked the government officials to isolate our groups in a solitary island. We don’t need to be detained, chained inside the cold-blooded jail of humans. Nobody have to work their muscles to fight and resist, and we still could be free and living by our own might. Yes, this is the independence that I could offer to my aides, my fellow combatants.

We are a newborn community. Once blasphemous and oppressed, now sovereign. A land of the enhanced is revealed, thriving in the wake of tragedy. In assurance of our withstanding endurance of the calamity, we need to rebuilt the once-domineering humanity to rule over this world. No one in our lands is in acquaintance with the decayed continent, even Myself, but we would prevail. We can overseer the entire soil with our presence once more.

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Huh, this story told me the silver line of the issues: They were under threat by the new world that they have to discover and wished to re-possess the entire continent by their presence. It’s uncertain to me, though, were they our ancestor or something? To manifest the world with humanity, did they fancied a lot of conquest with the new world? Such pathetic ambition.