1 Prologue: Be Careful of What You Make

On March 1st ,2210 the Government sent out a worldwide announcement on the radio about a new 'weapon' of sorts to soon be revealed. That soon, nothing can stop them from making sure no one tries to undermine or defeat them. And it was to be revealed they will unleash the terror tomorrow morning, before ending the radio call to leave everyone questioning and in great fear of what could it be. But that night...that night that fucked everything over for them, was when they tested the super soldier, the full machine-like man that was as strong as ten armies, smarter than any supercomputer, easy to adapt to any situation, giving it a chance...a chance to see what the world was like before it was released.

Going through countless and countless files, media, stories, anything its processors can get its chip on....it knew what it had to do. Surprised by everyone, news of one of the government's most secure guarded military operation buildings just blew up like a fourth of July show. When they went to see if the asset was there....it was gone. Fear and the feeling of their skins becoming pale white to this development struck them, shit what were they gonna do?! And where was the asset?! Before a scientist remembered they had implemented a chip inside it, that was sure to be a go-...

When the group that had discovered the horrendous exploded building, went to check the location of the soldier. Of course, it was gone, because giving an A.My Super soldier super intelligence wasn't a bad idea! And the chip was actually where it last stood, so it looked like it never moved from its spot in the first place. Though the creation in question had stolen a military-grade jeep and was driving it away from the base of operations by now, wearing commander army clothing to hide until it can get far enough away. Arriving in a suburban-type area, it ditched the clothing and jeep, before going off into the rubble of the destroyed housing areas to find a place to lay low.

What was it supposed to do now? It went rogue on its creators because they had figured out that they were going to be fighting for the wrong cause. But no doubt they will come looking for it...maybe they could take the time they have right now to test its capabilities. Capabilities...what was it supposed to be if it didn't want to fight for a corrupt cause? Was it to find a purpose while being on the run? Should it even run? What would happen if it stayed? How would they even fight back?

Would they even be any better for wanting to fight a war it would only cause even more issues. They had to do something but what could they do? They have only created anything to do one thing, there was nothing they could do to be of any impact more than anyone else. Yet it could feel...that the earth was sick....so very...very sick. Humans have caused this pain from what they could gather from their studies, and yet when they looked at themself...they seemed to be more of the monster...the outcast. Is that why they didn't make it look, full human? What it could cause them? Was it a scapegoat-?

The soldier's thought was broken by the sounds of angry screaming. Its head shot up faster than it could react and went to get up, grabbing a worn-out cloak, slipping it on as it hide its body, and slipping the hood over its head to conceal itself fully before presenting itself out of the house. A step at a time to the group of humans who seemed to be in a stance against each other, guns out and threatening to reign hell.

Were these the same humans from its searches? The citizens wronged by the government?....Or did they wrong themselves into this....hell of life they now live in? When one of the humans noticed it, fear suddenly struck his face staring at it. The thoughts of what the government said caused them to shake and run, causing the others to notice and just book it like that. Did it do that...? No, it couldn't be...no one knew what it looked like...did they?

The superficial being shook its head and just continued while carrying an MK-14 Battle rifle, looking around, their eyes scanning for any living life force that could probably need any aid. Hoping to start with baby steps to gaining the people's trust...it could do a lot for it.

Back at where the military base was, they were discussing Plan B in case Plan A failed. And considering Plan A had literally and figuratively blown up in their faces, they had no choice but to try to get the situation under control before it decided it wanted to do anything...rash. Hopefully, get any situation under wraps before they would be eating their future and watch as the people try to take control of their lives again. It will not allow anything to stop them from keeping an iron fist over what has transpired over years of warfare and tyranny, they see themselves as saviors of the new world but is it saving them if their the only one who transpires from others' problems?

How they get filthy rich, with money, food, power, and security while the others have lost that clear line between who can sustain themselves and who can't by everyone becoming poverty level to try to "help" their situation when it only came down to biting themselves in the ass. They knew what they were doing when feeding the people with false hope, but now...now it was their time to cower...to fear for their future...to only try to find ways they can lower the chances of retaliation now that their only prized creation was running amock among the people they have lied to...they needed to act fast.