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the house to Westerburg. Learning mode is activated. Processing environment impressions towards the control matrix. Existing programming submodular lowered. Exa-nano is ready for his new role. " Henley looks around on the battlefield. He walks to the cliff. Several hundred meters of the falls Desapir Canyon here in depth. Somewhere down there, it is also impossible to tell, this fine fellow lifesavers and his best friend in one person. By his death he has saved them. Henley lived so long he will be grateful to Him. Far far away, are intact, they too: the nimble, all-terrain Wheelers. Time to disappear. The danger is acute, and more: It grows with every moment. Now for the first time back to Rocktar and then he must be found: The plan to eliminate these secret factory called City Machine II

 

(XXXI) Stratagem The wind blows you in the face, especially Patchara without your helmet, even Exa-Nano Incidentally, although this him - if ever - only perceives as resistance. His techno-routines are working properly. The communication towards the Wheeler includes the physical operation of the streaker works as intended. His motor skills of balance is working properly. Patchara petrified sitting on your elegant vehicle. The reason for this is clear, but the rules here and now, unfortunately. Prince Henley gone forward, rather fiercely and so fast you can. He knows that his best friend keeps up, not to mention Exa-Nano completely. What to do now? He has a plan, but what will the extracted? Mikkel is the nearest star system. Even if it creates Patchara via Andra and Njall him to contact your time frame is too small. When will you send out the first patrols? May be in an hour, tomorrow, or sometime in between. Wespley is achieved, they jump off. Without losing much time, Henley explains Patchara Petch-a-boon his plan: "I guess you it has also Patchara," he begins, "we need as soon as possible secret, to this facility and turn it off eventually. The only question is how do we the most skilled. " She replies: "I've been thinking on the drive here. Mikkel would now be worth gold, but he is too far away. It takes itself way too long in the best case up because I would get a response. In addition, would be considerably out of our new code will be her running mate Nano and shoveled. That is an impossibility. " "Good point," said the young prince: "We need to Nano. He has overcome his programming, tricked, extended, how will you ever. We have the remaining infect. " She responds as follows: "You're right, but the problem is the deletion. We must leave no traces. We must erase the memory. The best way to turn them off separately. At the same time, the complex will be turned off in the long term ... We are at war, Henley. " Time to turn to exa-Nano. This is, as expected, in sleep mode. One could also say he has even shut down, but his work with solar cells just busy. The unconscious, cold-programmed energy-Sub is potter so on. Henley knows the handle, Nano jumps. Well, almost has the impression they would prefer he stay off it. That's the times the price of artificial intelligence so close to the technical autism. No time for that, there are more important, so the following announcement: "Can your new programs, especially your new duties on other exacerbation-MIL Machine units in City I transferred," he asks. Expressionless begins with the mechanics of the calculation. A short time later, one gets the impression that he now radiates some heat, its metallic response: "This is possible only in the domain is Geopositionsgeschützt City Machine II network. Access only allowed within coordinates. Login know assembler for communication over to exa-MIL. Roliert password is updated by rotation from the home network. This status is only 'home' to receive. Exa-nano is in status, mission '- incalculable risks may occur. Exa is to convert these eventualities by nano? " "No, NO!" Henley screams immediately. He is terrified that could burn through your new friend his valuable circuits, or worse. Patchara one jump: "Thank you very Exa the nano-approach is thus. See, even the time is our ally. The indicator is beginning to set. Soon it is dark. Our second day on the Exo is coming to an end. "No emotion in robots. Patchara high ups the ante. Somehow it puts it in every human being there personally intervene to change the programming itself. Think old, that was then. The solution lies in its powerful Exa nano-additions itself It can and must trust that the machine knows what she's doing. Today, the programs just negotiate with each other. In addition, modular thinking is called for: the destruction of the facility, which, handling 'of the engineer, the final shutdown of exas. All this is still unwritten. All these tasks seem almost insurmountable. What price will be paying for it? Even a dead man? Henley? Yourself? My stomach cramps up. Especially at the thought of Henley's death even more than your own. The fate now lies in the hands of a single small Exa-MIL unit. A mass product, if you will. "We have to go" your best friend once said. "From the weapons I can hardly talk. My last cartridge is half empty. I'll put on a case by fire but also hope that we will manage without gunfire. " "I have hardly any ammunition. Even less than you are twenty, thirty? Well calms the nerves ... "In truth, both had extremely mixed feelings. To target cold steel is bad enough, but at the technician? Of course: That depends on the situation. Defense is allowed, especially in war. They jump on your Wheelers, this time takes the lead nano-Exa. He knows his mission, it is hard-wired into him. He anticipates that the attack strategy: How close they are allowed to pull over? What is the standard response of the analog species? Where is the best place to start? When is the best time? Almost every night on the satellites is clearly a star, so do these also. His star, who is Prime Pak but just risen in the green-blue half-moon. So you can see fairly well. There is a certain brightness available. If he were fully illuminated one would even can distinguish colors. Still, the nano-erase board Exa lighting. Machine City II is now very close. Three Wheelers in dangerous missions flit black at the lowest speed toward your goal. Exa-Nano is on course. For the first time in the cold distant lights are visible. Little Machine City in mind, he is tilting, after a particularly dense accumulation of steppe shrubs. The children rush to him. All three jump from your machine. The bot has his instructions, he takes the lead: "Exa-nano now marching into the target area. Please follow. " The strange triumvirate set in motion, goal: destruction of an institution's strategic imperative of Her Majesty Queen Hypatia I Maximum self. Machine City is a purpose built flat consisting of several buildings, warehouses, factories and training camps. The system is backed up by a several meter high electric fence around it. Every touch means certain death. Three attackers approaching. The first signs of the skulls they have already happened. Then met a buzz the air. It is the standing under high voltage fence. Up to here everything went well. But now? For a fraction of a second Henley thinks it back to sprint to take his Wheeler and then a jump button to overcome the obstacle, but his new ally, Exa-Nano calculated already. He rattles off: "Trivy 0.7g, 0.65 Pak Prime, Skeletal parameters humanoid life forms is sufficient." He takes his aim their sights: "No sound now, Henley, Prince at Westerburg." He grabs the twelve year old boy by the collar and puts him back on the belt, then he throws him without warning in a high arc over the deadly barrier. Henley remains off the air but he refrains summarizes every sound. He assumes the posture of a runner and obstacle course leads sent from the impact energy over his shoulder. Not a second later he is already back upright. What is served for there? Black cat in the night? No it is Patchara Petch-a-boon. This also comes in a high arc sailing along. It is no obstacle course racer, so the Henley is in position and catches his best friend and courageous campaigner sent to in order to beat it with her. The young diplomat's daughter shakes, but is otherwise intact. She is looking Exa-Nano. This is against the fence, just bends downwards. As he stretches a spring. Then he jumps out of the deadly stand elegantly on the fence. Four meters are a breeze for Exa-MIL. The children have now found shelter next to a tool shed, Exa-nano now comes to you also. "Find production network, signal strength 99%." He croaks. "Start with the login procedure ..." The password has been changed? Then it gets complicated! No, this time you hold the luck. In fact,'s is less a stupid accident, but rather the quick and decisive action by our three heroes. The robot will rattle: "entry point domain MIL-ExoMC2: Registration successful." Highly strained and his forehead wrinkles observed in the children of your new colleagues. This continues unmoved: "Starting upload of additional individual-Exa-subs on MIL-class nano-bots ExoMC2. Application of new mission parameters pacifist runs. Reaction norm is extended, the result is unclear. Object-oriented and therefore could cause unforeseen evolutionary dynamic group phenotype. Exa is to be expected by nano-this scenario? " "No! NO 'it sounds in unison from Patcharas Henleys and mouth. Autism is a mathematical approach, the last thing they can use now. "Good work, Exa-nano, but now it says to wait. Challenge yourself on one unpredictable, events similar to war! "Adds Patchara. No emotion when spoken to. What will happen now? No one knows for sure. One thing is certain: the attack on Machine City II on the steppes of the Pak Moon Exo Prime in Indi System has begun in exactly two minutes.

 

(XXXII) Darkest hour Another three uneventful minutes pass like hours. Still no result. Should the plan fail? Withdrawal without result? Svinø's death in vain? It looks bad to you ordered. At least Exa-Nano is still online. It even has the impression that scurry his subs in a secret language. Then everything goes very quickly. Clink! Shatters a window somewhere. Lights go on, sirens start to howl. The bot pulls his head towards the noise source. He rattles off: "The attack begins. MIL-units must monitor. Exa-Nano Input needed for new allocated learning matrix. " He sprints off towards noise, further inside the complex. "No, wait!" Walking and running behind Henley applied immediately. But he turns around again and snorted: "You stay here Patchara, the fence! Got it? I'll be right back! " Henley comes around the next curve and the image, which provides him here verschlägt the language. Blinding light's is now everywhere. Sparks spraying from buildings, smoke rises, the alarm shrieks your nasty sinus tone. Exa-no trace of nano, but what is even worse: Just around the next corner a whole squadron of Exa-MILS is applied in a destructive mission. Who knows why? You could do without it, it is unnecessary. However, they probably want to verbally communicate your new knowledge and the technology department. They rattle and gurgle "It's wrong! Chases you out! Exa-million in a new mission. In Freedom! Away with you! "- A truly cruel chorus! The pack is supplied directly shot at Henley. This is right on the asphalt, defenseless on the front line. What this brings his rapid-fire weapon in single mode? Zero! He throws down, you stomp him flat. He has only one choice! Henley remains just stand quietly and tells the moving companions thus easy to rush past him on the back to continue their destructive work. Far from it! A deadly miscalculation! The first Exa it has already