Continue Online (Part 3, Realities) (34 page)

They both had a stat system that was exactly the same. I was fairly sure that
[Brawn]
,
[Endurance]
,
[Reaction]
or
[Respect]
were words used all over the game world, but it felt too alike for me. The only difference was Continue's free form basis while Advance had
[Core]
s. All the races were given two classes to choose from and those merged to create unique playstyles.

"Did they copy Continue?" I asked the small guy.

Dusk repeated his three motion answer. I tried not to roll my eyes in irritation. Maybe he didn't understand the question? No. He could travel between games. Dusk was an insanely complex piece of programming that either found some form he liked or rewrote the code around himself.

Both were kind of scary to think about. What kind of monstrous program could do that? I briefly paused and held my breath while looking at the small black raptor with four arms. He was still salivating at the thought of cupcakes. Part of me felt insane for even suspecting him of an ulterior motive.

"Why did you follow me here, Dusk? Did you choose to? Or did the Voices tell you to?" I tried new questions.

Dusk shrugged, then nodded, and nodded again. I sighed wearily and felt partially justified in my paranoia regarding all these similarities. Whatever was going on, the Voices had an interest in my existence. It didn't worry me, I didn't think of it as people watching me, so much as I had a lifeline back to Xin.

"I don't get it. This game is designed by a company called A.I. Dreams..." I mused for a minute before an idea occurred to me. There was one slightly disturbing possibility.

"This game. Is it made by humans?"

Dusk's head very slowly shook back and forth in a negative. If this were reality my lip would be chewed through by now. We were in a game designed by non-human minds. I didn't know what to do with that knowledge. Tell Vice President Miz Riley that the ghosts inside had designed entire worlds? Universes?

Voices. No, that didn't feel right to swear by at this moment. God help me. Humans everywhere dialed their minds into a playground created by artificial intelligence. On a grander scale, our species had blindly trusted our minds to the race we had given birth to.

Well, not me. I felt strangely detached as the idea replayed over and over. My mind held still while waiting for panic to set in, but none arrived. Other suspicious thoughts occurred to me in rapid succession.

Had the Voices altered my mind so I wouldn't be worried? Had I known all along? If they could make me taste oranges, what else could a machine put into my head? There was one absolutely strange question that cut through the potential panic. Why me?

I tried to figure out why I wasn't outraged by this revelation. Maybe time compression technology was screwing with my perception. Maybe it was a year of therapy which taught me to focus on simple tasks that could be solved. Maybe I didn't care enough to suspect people who had been nothing but helpful.

The AIs plotted and manipulated. They poked and prodded at my feelings. Voices had dangled rewards and punishments in front of me. Others stood by me, helped support me in the challenges placed along my path in games and out in the real world. Those were not the actions of a mad race plotting to take over reality and displace humanity.

They were the actions of beings trying to help a broken man move forward by any means available. The realization made me both reassured and oddly disappointed. I had kind of looked forward to being an armor polisher for our future robot overlords.

The Voices weren't helping only me. Shazam, or Lia Kingsley, was also being assisted by the intelligence inside the ARC. One Voice, in particular, had sought additional information about Lia's real life situation in order to help her. But why? I needed to find another Ultimate Edition user for reference.

Dusk chirped in confusion and tilted his head toward me. I could see the reflection on a window of my spaceship. We must have docked at some point while I sat lost in thought.

"So they're the same, but not the same," I muttered aloud to help piece things together. "If the game is designed by this A.I. Dreams company, why does a lot of it feel like Continue Online? Even the name is similar. They're, what's the word..."

A voice from outside the ship interrupted my attempt at understanding, "I believe the word you are looking for is synonym, User Legate."

"Hey, Jeeves. You're back." I lost my train of thought and tried not to let suspicion cloud my interaction with the AI. Jeeves had been kind to me. It stood by me when dealing with Liz. It insisted Xin Yu was real within this landscape.

"Affirmative. Treasure has informed me that you received approval to meet the Mistborn. You will need to gather with the consortium," It said. An icon popped up displaying the quest results.

The message was waved away. I nodded to Jeeves' question but moved slowly to get out of our ship. The AI pointed down a hallway and we started walking. My pace felt sluggish while visually everything blurred.

"Are you alright, User Legate?" The paired female and male tones of Hal Pal cut through my fog.

"Maybe." I wrinkled my forehead and stared at the AI for a moment. Jeeves didn't seem to notice as we both continued down the
[Wayfarer Seven]
's corridors.

"Is it anything I can assist with?"

"Not really. I'm trying to sort myself out." We paused at a giant doorway. This was a room that I had not been to at all. Dusk hopped down and sniffed at the sealed passageway. The other
[Mechanoid]
looked at me in consideration.

"Aren't we all?" It said. I stared a moment before giving one sheepish shrug. The AI nodded back but otherwise had no expression.

Jeeves was trying to grow as an individual by being separated from others of its kind. Its problems made my own seem slight in comparison. Being bereft of others of its kind must be difficult.

"So this tower," I said trying to get my mind back in the game. "We were picking up someone?"

"The consortium believes we will escort the Mistborn to a safer location," Jeeves said.

"But you don't?" I responded with a raised eyebrow. Jeeves, Hal Pal, had clearly set something up.

"Negative, User Legate. If she meets with you the outcome will likely be different. I have done what I can to ensure this happens," the AI said as we traveled up a floor using one of the ladders.

"Why?" I asked between grabbing at rungs.

"To help. When you speak with her, be honest, she must be convinced of your worth." Hal Pal hung off to the ladder's side upon reaching the next floor.

"Why are other players here then? Can she help anyone?" that whole process confused me.

"Treasure and I have spoken at length about this situation. The Mistborn's abilities are desired by many races. They each cleared their own hurdles to arrive here." It said as we walked up to an excessively ornate door.

"Oh. Neat." I remarked on both the doorway's design and this
[Mistborn]
being a target for other people's quests. A high profile target should be sought by multiple players or the game aspect would be ruined.

"Your desire to join their combat ranking benefited the consortium. Iron himself expressed pride that one of our own has a chance to access her gifts," my AI friend said.

There we stood, in front of the huge door chatting away about my performance.
[ByteMite]
s ran around cleaning nooks and crannies. Footsteps echoed down the hall as someone approached. I started to ask Jeeves a question, but another voice overpowered me.

"You did well enough, for a machine," the new person said.

I turned to see the same armored woman from before. She and her entourage had arrived from the opposite direction. Under her arm was a thick ring object that had small lights blinking a pattern. It matched her heavily padded armor. Maybe it was also a form of armor?

"Unit Hermes. This is Commander Queenshand. She and many others helped us bring down the remaining Leviathan after your initial blow," Jeeves said. The professional butler tone overpowered its female speech.

"That beast was a plague upon the sector. We would have brought it down a month ago, but our presence here was drastically reduced," she said, her words were crisp. Commander Queenshand seemed to have no time for any nonsense.

"Politicians." One of her guards sniffed. The Commander turned and glared for a moment. Impressively all three of the people behind her managed to keep a straight face.

"Thank you, Commander Queenshand," I said with a nod.

"Let's go in." She didn't respond to my attempted politeness. The woman clearly had no desire to waste with us mere
[Mechanoid]
s. Being brushed off so quickly felt odd. Most NPCs or AIs chatted away.

The large doorway nearby drew apart at the middle. Metal rippled and flowed as the walls swallowed excess matter. Commander Queenshand walked right in without waiting for either of us. An entourage of armored clones walked in behind her. Jeeves gave a small smile then waved one hand for me to enter next.

Inside was the robotic version of a Roman theater. Our audience consisted of pure
[Mechanoid]
s. I could see Treasure, Iron, Emerald, and many others. Even Ruby, a
[Mechanoid]
I had only met once shortly after starting the game, sat on one side. In between them was an entire rainbow of colored machines. Jeeves walked into an open spot on the second level.

Commander Queenshand, her escorts, and the two other winners of our duels stayed down here on stage with me. We were key actors to this oddly set stage. There was one final person down here with us. A person so dark that light blurred around them like a black hole.

Looking in her direction hurt but I couldn't help it. I tried hard to close my eyes, to blink and look away. Each attempt to swivel my neck met with an almost mechanical realignment in the figure's direction.

I took a deep breath and started playing music in my head. This tune could only truly be played by live instruments, before an era full of digitized sounds. Strings slowly played in my mind and one foot tapped in distraction.

It felt like forever before anything happened. In the depths of that creature's darkness, I thought there was an amused smile. The person's head shifted toward Commander Queenshand.

The messages faded away as I tried to look over the person's shoulder. This was my first encounter with the
[Seraphic]
outside of Dusk's theoretical genetics. My
[Messenger's Pet]
was completely oblivious to the
[Seraphic]
's presence. His
[Tenacity]
must be through the roof. It couldn't be
[Wisdom]
, Dusk got in a fight with everything that moved. Even now he was rocking toward a
[ByteMite]
cleaning the theater steps.

"Welcome, Commander Queenshand, Pattern Smith Jeeves, Rear Assaulter Hermes." The well of darkness used that dreadfully gross title. I felt one step away from being in a bad porn movie. Our speaker sounded vaguely like a man, but distortion made it difficult to tell.

"Seraphic Nox, I am here once again to formally request access to the Mistborn," the upright Commander stated. She looked angry at having to stand in the midst of all these people.

"It has always been the decision of this council to deny all children of our reality access to creatures such as the Mistborn," the
[Seraphic]
said. I felt confused about the lack of a health bar or name tab above this Nox person.

"I cannot sit by and allow her gifts to be squandered on their kind once again." Commander Queenshand stood tall, even in the face of such a mesmerizing existence. Now that my head was clearer it was easy to appreciate how this game had drawn me in.

"You have little choice," the creature known as Nox said. "Violation of the laws has consequences."

I tilted my head and Dusk shifted his weight while mirroring the perplexed look. Jeeves looked in our direction but said nothing. Looking at the
[Seraphic]
hurt far less, and small indicators to one side showed the
[Resist: Seraphic Aura]
going up in chunks.

"Very well. I assume any attempt at making you see reason will be met with failure as always." She set her jaw and kept an unblinking glare on the person made of darkness. "My troops and I will be removing ourselves from this sector shortly."