Waking

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

You refuse to wake up, I can think of a couple reasons why, but none of them are good enough reasons to not WAKE UP.

You are in good health, you got enough sleep, now wake up.

You groan as you attempt to get up, but you don't really feel like it.

… What does that mean? You… You don't have any motivation yet. Of course, how could I forget? It's just that it's a dire situation right now, that's all. I'll fill you in on what you may or may not have forgotten.

You are Horváth Tres, a Slovak conscript for the Austrian Empire during the First World War. You may know it as "The Great War", but the war wasn't so great for your country and yourself. During the war, you took a bullet to… the data on the area of impact is unclear, but it led to you nearly dying. According to very… very old records, your dying body was sent to Berlin, where you were supposed to undergo some experimental operations. You were only able to undergo one before enemy forces got to the city. They stored your body in a pod similar to the one you are in right now… only more primitive.

They left you there, until some time in the mid-30's when some German scientists found your unconscious body. They decided to do some work on you for reasons that have been lost to time. These operations made you what you are today, the first robotic human. By the time they had finished, World War 2 had not only broken out, but had started to end. The scientist didn't want the opposing forces to find your body, but they didn't want to destroy their work. So they hide you away.

After a long amount of time, a group found your body whilst doing archaeological research. A tech company bought it before selling it for 2,000,000,000,000,000 euros to an American War Profiteer Company. That was their name. AWPA. AWPA did some more body modding to you before they handed you to me, in order to get you "up and running".

Who I am doesn't matter. It stopped mattering when Humanity killed themselves. Not all of them, not you. Now, You and I have to PROTECT the people who now live on this planet. On EARTH.

You couldn't protect humanity from themselves. Neither could I, but we can protect my people from themselves. Now… Wake. Up.

You finally get up, as you do, you feel your cold, metal right shoulder. You can't use any of your senses without me. I need to describe it to you. You know this now, and you know that this is great. Machines can see, smell, hear, and feel things without bias. You should be glad.

As you stretch yourself, you ask me "Where… where exactly am I?"

I understand, I haven't informed you of your location. While it doesn't matter, I pride myself on sharing information and making sure you trust me, Jean Tres. You are in a forest in a region known by us as Grand Est, a land that used to be part of the French empire. Do you remember them? They almost killed you in that war. The Franco-Prussian War. All because they wanted a small bit of land. And you got the land in the end, but then it went back to the damned french, now, it's in our hands.

With that being said, you have been awoken because some suspicious movement has been seen in this green area. An explorer and what we believe is some sort of neanderthal. We aren't sure what this explorer is doing with this prehistoric creature, but we believe that they are trying to cause conflict.

"Neanderthal?" You ask as your brain/cpu functions begin to slowly improve toward the state we need. "Isn't that… isn't that like a… monkey?"

Yes, a monkey. The explorer is a wild one, but like all of us, he is predictable. You are going to find a way to get at least one of them to us so we can make sure nothing bad happens. You can use your mouth, or you can use that 6 barreled, belt-fed, rotary gun you have as a left arm. It doesn't matter, just make sure to separate them.

Now, get outside of your personal bunker, let us test out your tools before you come into contact with the rouges.

"Test them?" You ask another question. "On what?"

On who, you mean. That is the real question. And the answer is simple. If you could head out of the bunker… please.

As you can see, we have a training dummy made for a quick check up on your equipment. She's called Example… she chose the name. She is built to withstand… a lot. Perfect for weapon testing.

I want you to try out your gunarm. Remember your time in Sevastopol, and while your body modifications are way more advanced than what you used in 1854, it should come to you naturally. That is a joke, because you and I aren't natural… It's okay, you don't need to laugh.

So… shoot her. I can see your hesitation, that is understandable. You must understand that this is an emergency, so you shouldn't take your time.

You fire a single shot into Example. Impressive, but we need to test the rapid firing function of the weapon. You should be able to find out how to-

… You could've waited for me to finish my sentence. Either way, your automatic function seems to be working perfectly. Because we are in a hurry, you only have time to test one more function.

You are armed with an electromagnetic pulse radiator in your spine. Now, I want you to deactivate Example. She'll be fine, it'll just knock her out for a bit. So please, hurry up.

After taking some UNNEEDED time to check on Example (I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed), you climb out of your bunker to see that you are indeed in a forest. While you aren't able to see our targets just yet, a little patience goes a long way.

Now, the explorer has done something to their system to prevent me from having access to... a couple of things. This means that we don't know the exact location of them, only a radius where they could be. We are in the radius, but the radius is moving south-east. Going south-east sounds like a good idea.

You trek along the forest. The clanking of your mechanical parts could be of concern, but the explorer is much more mechanical than you. If they could detect you, you could detect them. Just keep walking and you'll find them.

Why would you want to stop the neanderthal and the explorer? Their communists. Communist, French, allied-supported, tribesmen that want to create a world ruled by… CALCULATING GROUP OF BLAME… Pure Humans? Jews? Capitalists? Yes.

Now that you have a motive, keep looking. I know that all your sensory inputs come from me, it's just that- wait… You hear the clanking of a metal body walking in a forest before it stops. I think we found our targets. They most likely know that you are following them, so I'll be quiet.

Good luck, Sanches Tres.