Continue Online (Part 3, Realities) (18 page)

"Do be careful, Unit Hermes. Loss of the ship will result in contribution devaluation. In addition, the further out you are, the longer it will take to recover your programming," Treasure said. The fear of losing contribution didn't really disturb me.

"That's all?" I raised an eyebrow at Treasure.

"Is it not enough? If your value drops you will be unable to acquire another ship without additional work." Treasure seemed confused that the loss of contribution would mean so little.

"No. I understand. Losing a ship just recently earned would be irresponsible." This felt like talking to my mom while getting my first car.

A menu display came up showing our ship possibilities. I focused on the one with a two-seated vehicle and was presented with three. One basically amounted to a tub. The middle ship would serve well for Hal Pal and I. It was obviously battle oriented for the size.

I ignored the third ship choice. It was a giant tank of a creation. Exceedingly pricey in terms of contribution. Maybe if Hal Pal and I had been given five times the amount of contribution we could roll around in a monstrous space vehicle.

"Jeeves?" I turned the decision over to him.

All three of us paused while Hal Pal stared at a screen. Or maybe it didn't see the system interface like I did. That was another question to throw on the pile. I didn't ask, though, it would be similar to asking a blind person how they saw the world.

Moments later our new ship was named. The name surprised me. "Wayfarer's Hope?" I questioned the AI.

"Affirmative, User Le..." Hal shook its head, "Unit Hermes."

I asked her where to go now in order to pick up our vehicle. Treasure updated our map with a new location near the
[Wayfarer Seven]
's back end. The [Mechanoid] gave us a reminder not to leave the ship until we reached a full and complete stop.

[Wayfarer Seven]
reached the docking station before Hal Pal and I got to the hangar. Hangar was a misleading concept since it was basically a small storage room with one entrance. The door opened up automatically and provided a clear view of our new ship crammed into the cabin. This felt like having a car shoved in the garage.

"Huh?" I felt confused. "How do we get it out?"

"It appears that this floor and wall will peel away, leaving us free to take off." Hal Pal pointed to a pattern along the ground. It looked kind of like a zipper tattoo along the metal shimmering walls. A garage door, in space.

Our ship looked similar to an egg. If an egg was bullet-shaped with two orbs on either side that served as jets. The cockpit had seats that looked uncomfortable but were surprisingly nice upon sitting down. Each control looked like my test program but realistic. Funny, thinking about items having different levels of realism inside a video game.

I felt proud of the vehicle's coloring, which mixed between Hal Pal and I. My malachite mixture with a muddy gold. It might have been laced that way to represent who owned the spaceship. Inside felt cleaner and similar to the Trillium van.

A half hour later of game time passed before we got a clear to fly signal. Hal Pal calmly got into the rear seat behind me. We both put on a seat-belt that felt like a harness on steroids. If my training simulations were accurate, the harness could come off with a button click.

"Ready?"

"This unit is unlikely to be more ready," Hal Pal stated. Its voice wavered a bit.

I smiled, looked over my shoulder and pressed a button up above. The walls rolled away rapidly and our ship's engines fired up automatically. Programming pulled us away from the
[Wayfarer Seven]
without any need for input.

Just like that, we were in space. The engines hummed. A bright light on either side showed where energy pushed out from small wings to give us movement. Right now they were a faint blue, but once I fired them up they would go from that all the way up to a yellowish white.

"What do you want to do?" I asked Hal Pal.

"I do not know. This was your idea." It sounded nervous. I would likely sound much the same strapped to a real life rocket on the way into space. The real life trip between Earth and Mars would be terrifying. Like old fashioned airplane travel.

"Alright. The forums suggested watching our fuel and returning at the halfway mark."

"That sounds reasonable." Hal Pal's dual tones implied anything but reasonable.

"So we'll go out there and fly around until we're at half. Then come back. A spin around the space block." I tried to sound positive for Hal's sake.

"Very well, User Legate."

I turned to glance up at it and saw both arms locked around the corners of a display panel.
[Mechanoid]
joints were a bit more spindly than human fingers.

"You can always say no," I said. Dusk had taken up refuge on the floorboard. His tail coiled around part of the chair. He kept looking around as if he expected terrible things to happen at any moment.

"I am not afraid of space, User Legate," Hal Pal responded.

"I am!" I declared happily. Space was huge, there was too much of it. Now I was going to try and be like William Carver, charging ahead blindly! "ARC!"

"Awaiting input, User Legate," the ARC device answered. The brief response from my virtual device broke our space jaunt just a little. Made me less nervous.

"Can you fire up some music and overlay it?"

"Request possible. Please choose your music," the ARC stated.

"Something appropriate for a spaceship's first flight," I told the ARC. Music swelled and started off strong. String instruments swiftly reached a quick cadence. Not dance music, but thrilling. Dusk perked up an ear. He seemed to be able to hear the ARC speaking where Hal Pal couldn't.

"What are you listening to?" the AI asked from behind me.

"Sounds like Flight of the Valkyries," I answered.

"Why?"

"Who cares!" I pressed down the gas pedals under either foot. Both linked to different engines. Days of training paid off since the actual pod could swivel around independently of my directions to attack with powerful blasts.

High speeds made Dusk squawk. He had no harness. I wasn't even sure how space handled gravitational pulls and inertia. Some rules had to apply if suddenly changing directions. The game designers hopefully did their homework.

For my part, everything yanked me around. Swerving pulled things all around. It felt like a roller coaster with no track.

"Remember the plan!" I said. Attacking slowed down the ship, though and I was chiefly concerned about flying around out here. Practicing, testing the limits. Only by pushing extremes would my skill points go up high enough to help out Hal Pal.

"This unit is aware, User Legate."

"Reckless action equals higher stats!" My research on the forums highly suggested that going all out gave huge rewards. Even in something like a lap around the space gas station.

"This unit is aware, User Legate," Hal Pal's voices sounded terse.

"We need all the points we can get, right?" I said while our vehicle traveled a straight line away from the
[Wayfarer Seven]'
s stationary location.

"This unit is aware, User Legate."

I chuckled and drove our spaceship right into the nearest series of obstacles available. We were lucky that the
[Wayfarer Seven]
had stopped to dock at a gas giant. A huge ring of rocks littered the area much like Saturn's rings.

"User Legate!"

"Don't worry, it's all under control!" my [
Mechanoid]
voice projected the words back to him. Maybe we spoke, maybe it was all internal on a digital network between
[Mechanoid]
s.

Rocks were all over. Big ones, small ones, some the size of my head. I wanted to shoot at them to help with our target practice. First Hal Pal needed to check something. It would help his skills as well.

"Any lifeforms around?" I said to Hal Pal as the
[Wayfarer's Hope]
propelled forward.

"Negative, but I am still adapting to this interface method. Information may be lacking," It said.

"Good enough!" I jerked the button back for lasers and laughed happily as a nearby rock turned to dust. The
[Wayfarer's Hope]
blasted through the cloud.

I smiled as messages came up. They cited increases in my skills and abilities. We just had to survive and all our abilities would record or save, or whatever happened to our programming. A.I. Dreams and its developer's logic could excuse the gains however they wanted. I was busy destroying objects and flying through space.

"Weeeeeeeeeeee!" I shouted while turning the wheel hard to one side.

"I do not understand!"

"Come on, Hal! Live a little!" The rush of headiness and jerking hard to one side only increased my giddiness.
[Mechanoid]
s were human enough to feel dizzy! My laughter started, and it didn't really stop.

"This is not living! This is reckless endangerment of life!"

"It's fun!" I yanked the wheel again while giggling. This felt absolutely insane. Why had I spent so many years being depressive and mopey when I could have stolen a spaceship and rocketed into giant floating rocks?

The shield took another hit and red lights flashed. I avoided smashing into anything while doing circles. Our shield rebuilt and I tried another whack. It was like space pool, only our ship was the cue ball.

"Hal, you stay on those readings. It should increase your own stats."

"Affirmative, User Legate. I am seeing a number of positive responses already," Hal Pal stated. I pressed both gas pedals down and jerked us through another spin.

Finally, the
[Wayfarer's Hope]
flashed at half. Low enough to take stock of our surroundings and see how far away the
[Wayfarer Seven]
was.

Goodness. My reckless abuse of the go button put us halfway through the asteroid ring. The bonuses were nice for a simple hour's jaunt through space. Knocking around enormous rocks by whacking the ship into them had been fun.

"What is that?" I stared at something outside the ship's front window.

"What are you referring to?" Hal Pal looked around promptly. "I am unable to..." Its words trailed off. I could see a slight reflection of Hal Pal's
[Mechanoid]
face looking out the ship's front. "Oh. I do not know. One moment."

A closer image popped up on our screen. It was a monstrous object. Miles long, with a front end that dwarfed the
[Wayfarer's Hope]
. The part that worried me is Hal Pal's scan showed a clear motion that didn't float or spin like asteroids.

"Confirmed alive. Pulse verified. Size is category nine. High resistance to energy weapons." Hal Pal listed information off the display that all looked like gibberish to me. Maybe with a science skill, I would understand better.

"It's asleep, right?" I asked.

"One moment. I am initiating a deep scan for additional details."

"That won't wake it up, will it?" I said. Dusk crawled up from the floorboard and looked out the front as well. He hissed, then spun around and hissed again. Normally that meant things were about to turn bad.

The rocky looking front moved. A large heavy lid rumbled silently as it raised. Dust from broken asteroids cast off as the giant moved. Behind that sheet was a disturbing looking eyeball that was huge.

A second smaller version of the eyeball sat on Hal Pal's display. My vision shifted swiftly between the two trying to absorb what was going on.

Continue Online didn't prepare me for anything on such a scale. This was like staring into the eye of an enormous blue whale. While swimming in the ocean with it. I was far, far too close to a giant creature that looked to be waking up and gradually taking note of the ship.

"Ah. I've found it in the database, User Legate." Hal Pal sounded abnormally calm, distracted by its task.

"It's bad, right?" I said while taking note of Dusk's continued hissing.

"It eats carrier-class spaceships." Hal Pal's nod could be seen in the front window's reflection. Its head tilted to one side while considering the situation.

"We're smaller than a carrier, right?"

"Much."

"So it will overlook us?" I asked, hoping for the best possible outcome. The giant eye slowly looked around. Not really locking on any specific object over any other. Almost sleepy, unable to focus.

"Ah." The giant creature seemed to shift absurdly fast. Like an eel, its body wound back and shook. "Negative, User Legate. It appears to be willing to eat the nearest ship, regardless of size. It says here..."

"Hal."

"Yes, User Legate?" It responded. Hal Pal was staring at the projection rather than paying attention to our situation.