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Chapter 2:
The AI Attacks
When my friends made it to GLO, there were two things that were delaying them in trying to enter, and the first one was understandable: Dr. Eggman, now my rival, had been fighting another battle with Sonic the Hedgehog and company, and the battle took them to GLO; it helped that Sonic and his friends were allies of the G-52s, and so the G-52s decided to lend a helping hand. By the time Eggman had lost control of his Eggmobile, he fell out, and the others detained him so that he could not escape. It seemed like it was in vain because Eggman had multiple Eggmobiles to use, but Crush still decided to toss it upwards into space at a velocity of 2,400 miles per second.
After the police arrested Eggman, the heroes tried to walk into the building so we could investigate Bendraqi’s call for help; this came after a report that people were not only being laid off or furloughed from the jobs, but people were disappearing or dying as well. “No wonder they’ve only got a 12% workforce,” Cripto commented. As soon as Shadow opened the door, however, alarms went off, and it soon gave us proof of how Stanley was true to his word when he said he would try to kill my friends if he caught them talking to me again. Everything from missiles to lasers began firing at us.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have been wearing our super clothes,” Super C winced as he threw fireballs at the objects coming for him.
“That will keep them busy for a while,” Stanley commented. “Now get back to work, all of you!”
“What have you done to them?” I asked. “What have you done to my AI?”
“It’s not your AI!”
“Actually, it is. We’ve been over this, boss. I’m working here as part of a prison rehab program, and the company wanted my inventions to make productivity better. It wasn’t supposed to destroy them!”
“I can’t let you keep collaborating with those terrorists!”
“Those aren’t terrorists!” came a voice from the other side of the room. “Those are the G-52s! Those are the world’s finest superheroes that ever walked the face of this earth!”
“Boss?” I asked. “I mean, the real boss. Is that you?”
“It is.” It was Harvey Parcel. “I’m never leaving you in charge of any company I own ever again!”
“You’re too late!” Stanley snapped back. “If you want to work here, you’ll have to start from the bottom!”
The two went back and forth while I just concentrated on my job, even though it was slightly interrupted by a temporary power surge, and it didn’t help that Stanley’s idea of using modified versions of my old EP-2900 robots (which were made to look like creepy people) got involved in the act by stating in typical robot voices, “Hello, workers; please confine all conversations to break times in the break room. Unnecessary chatting slows down productivity. Why not take after the example of Alfred here?”
“Thank you,” I said as I continued creating the license plates I was to create.
“I CREATED YOU TO WORK FOR ME, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!” Stanley decided to scream at the robots.
“Wrong answer,” the robots replied. “Now get back to work!” The robots then grabbed Stanley and escorted him back to his office, locking the door. Then they turned to Harvey and said, “No guests allowed on the production floor; please enter the lobby for applications if you are seeking a job.”
By the time our friends outside got the situation under control, Harvey was able to get back outside. “Whew; I thought I’d never get out of that mess,” he gasped.
“Are you okay?” Cripto asked him. “You look like you got in a fistfight.”
“I am,” he replied. “I couldn’t be more thankful that you exist. My brother thinks you’re just another terrorist group!”
“It doesn’t get any more ungrateful that,” Leo the Patriotic Lion winced.
“Who are you?” Super C asked.
“I’m Harvey Parcel. I’m really the man who owns this company, Green Light Operations, or GLO. My sister, Allison, is normally head of human resources. HR. I had gone on vacation because I had a cousin who had died and I was at the funeral. He was a proud Air Force pilot.”
“Allow me to be the first to extend my sympathy to your family, then,” Super Leo spoke up. “I was once in the Air Force myself.”
“Oh, were you?”
“Absolutely.”
“That’s excellent.”
“So what’s happened to your company? Did you brother just storm in and take it over?”
“I had to leave it to somebody while I was on vacation, and he was the only one left. I now wish I had never gone on vacation.”
“And he’s trying to run it into the ground?”
“I think so. All he’s ever known was a world of hate, and it led to the criminal record he has. I worry CNG may have gotten to him. He wants the company to act like nothing’s ever happened, but people are either being laid off, furloughed, or dying somehow, and he’s done nothing about it.”
“That’s why we’re here to help,” Cripto spoke up. “Tell me something, though; did you or he add a section to the company where parcel packages are delivered just as Amazon does?”
“I don’t remember ever doing that. Why?”
“Back where our headquarters is, this sign suddenly came out of nowhere.” Cripto held up the street sign he got that read “EMERGENCY!” and “HELP ME!” “Your company, as Bendraqi was telling us before your brother pushed him out of the way, asked Bendraqi to install some of his advanced AI, which he had reprogrammed to do good. What we’re trying to figure out is if it did this sign, or if a person did this, because there’s a truth they’re not telling.”
“Both things are certainly possible.”
The conversation continued, and Harvey continued to express his concerns.
Here’s an important detail to remember. Since Sonic’s friends also include humans, the Thorndykes, it is still common to see Christopher and his friends you might have seen if you’re familiar with the anime “Sonic X” (Danny, Frances, Helen, etc.) working with Sonic and company, even though they’re not kids anymore. They’re working on higher education and they have jobs. Christopher had been skating with the Station Square Diamonds for Danger Dawg’s roller derby league, the FSL, but since that went out of business, he was looking for other work. He had applied for a few other kinds of factory jobs prior to that skating career, and so naturally he said to himself (though out loud), “It’s been several years since that day, and yet I feel like I’m back at my old job.”
“What was your old job?” Cripto asked him.
“I think the company got bought out, but it was a factory job; it produced frozen foods that show what happens to them before you deliver them to supermarkets and grocery stores so they can put them in the frozen food section for customers to buy and enjoy.”
“Chris...that’s brilliant!” Super C suddenly exclaimed.
“What is?”
“You just gave me an idea. If we can’t get in dressed as our real selves, we’ll have to get into the company as if we’re new people looking for jobs. We’re going undercover!”
“I had to open my big mouth,” Chris thought to himself.
“Do you want us to get involved in the act?” Sonic asked.
“I think you’re going to have to for Bendraqi’s sake,” Cripto lamented. “Eggman’s trying to kill him as well as you.”
Later, my friends came back dressed as “ordinary people,” so to speak, but Sonic and his friends just continued to look as they were. This time, the security did not fire lasers or missiles at them, and so they were able to go inside. Chris began to wonder if he was going to regret saying what he said, but if you ask me, it’s not something to regret. Eventually we’d all be glad he made the suggestion.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter 2:
The AI Attacks
When my friends made it to GLO, there were two things that were delaying them in trying to enter, and the first one was understandable: Dr. Eggman, now my rival, had been fighting another battle with Sonic the Hedgehog and company, and the battle took them to GLO; it helped that Sonic and his friends were allies of the G-52s, and so the G-52s decided to lend a helping hand. By the time Eggman had lost control of his Eggmobile, he fell out, and the others detained him so that he could not escape. It seemed like it was in vain because Eggman had multiple Eggmobiles to use, but Crush still decided to toss it upwards into space at a velocity of 2,400 miles per second.
After the police arrested Eggman, the heroes tried to walk into the building so we could investigate Bendraqi’s call for help; this came after a report that people were not only being laid off or furloughed from the jobs, but people were disappearing or dying as well. “No wonder they’ve only got a 12% workforce,” Cripto commented. As soon as Shadow opened the door, however, alarms went off, and it soon gave us proof of how Stanley was true to his word when he said he would try to kill my friends if he caught them talking to me again. Everything from missiles to lasers began firing at us.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have been wearing our super clothes,” Super C winced as he threw fireballs at the objects coming for him.
“That will keep them busy for a while,” Stanley commented. “Now get back to work, all of you!”
“What have you done to them?” I asked. “What have you done to my AI?”
“It’s not your AI!”
“Actually, it is. We’ve been over this, boss. I’m working here as part of a prison rehab program, and the company wanted my inventions to make productivity better. It wasn’t supposed to destroy them!”
“I can’t let you keep collaborating with those terrorists!”
“Those aren’t terrorists!” came a voice from the other side of the room. “Those are the G-52s! Those are the world’s finest superheroes that ever walked the face of this earth!”
“Boss?” I asked. “I mean, the real boss. Is that you?”
“It is.” It was Harvey Parcel. “I’m never leaving you in charge of any company I own ever again!”
“You’re too late!” Stanley snapped back. “If you want to work here, you’ll have to start from the bottom!”
The two went back and forth while I just concentrated on my job, even though it was slightly interrupted by a temporary power surge, and it didn’t help that Stanley’s idea of using modified versions of my old EP-2900 robots (which were made to look like creepy people) got involved in the act by stating in typical robot voices, “Hello, workers; please confine all conversations to break times in the break room. Unnecessary chatting slows down productivity. Why not take after the example of Alfred here?”
“Thank you,” I said as I continued creating the license plates I was to create.
“I CREATED YOU TO WORK FOR ME, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!” Stanley decided to scream at the robots.
“Wrong answer,” the robots replied. “Now get back to work!” The robots then grabbed Stanley and escorted him back to his office, locking the door. Then they turned to Harvey and said, “No guests allowed on the production floor; please enter the lobby for applications if you are seeking a job.”
By the time our friends outside got the situation under control, Harvey was able to get back outside. “Whew; I thought I’d never get out of that mess,” he gasped.
“Are you okay?” Cripto asked him. “You look like you got in a fistfight.”
“I am,” he replied. “I couldn’t be more thankful that you exist. My brother thinks you’re just another terrorist group!”
“It doesn’t get any more ungrateful that,” Leo the Patriotic Lion winced.
“Who are you?” Super C asked.
“I’m Harvey Parcel. I’m really the man who owns this company, Green Light Operations, or GLO. My sister, Allison, is normally head of human resources. HR. I had gone on vacation because I had a cousin who had died and I was at the funeral. He was a proud Air Force pilot.”
“Allow me to be the first to extend my sympathy to your family, then,” Super Leo spoke up. “I was once in the Air Force myself.”
“Oh, were you?”
“Absolutely.”
“That’s excellent.”
“So what’s happened to your company? Did you brother just storm in and take it over?”
“I had to leave it to somebody while I was on vacation, and he was the only one left. I now wish I had never gone on vacation.”
“And he’s trying to run it into the ground?”
“I think so. All he’s ever known was a world of hate, and it led to the criminal record he has. I worry CNG may have gotten to him. He wants the company to act like nothing’s ever happened, but people are either being laid off, furloughed, or dying somehow, and he’s done nothing about it.”
“That’s why we’re here to help,” Cripto spoke up. “Tell me something, though; did you or he add a section to the company where parcel packages are delivered just as Amazon does?”
“I don’t remember ever doing that. Why?”
“Back where our headquarters is, this sign suddenly came out of nowhere.” Cripto held up the street sign he got that read “EMERGENCY!” and “HELP ME!” “Your company, as Bendraqi was telling us before your brother pushed him out of the way, asked Bendraqi to install some of his advanced AI, which he had reprogrammed to do good. What we’re trying to figure out is if it did this sign, or if a person did this, because there’s a truth they’re not telling.”
“Both things are certainly possible.”
The conversation continued, and Harvey continued to express his concerns.
Here’s an important detail to remember. Since Sonic’s friends also include humans, the Thorndykes, it is still common to see Christopher and his friends you might have seen if you’re familiar with the anime “Sonic X” (Danny, Frances, Helen, etc.) working with Sonic and company, even though they’re not kids anymore. They’re working on higher education and they have jobs. Christopher had been skating with the Station Square Diamonds for Danger Dawg’s roller derby league, the FSL, but since that went out of business, he was looking for other work. He had applied for a few other kinds of factory jobs prior to that skating career, and so naturally he said to himself (though out loud), “It’s been several years since that day, and yet I feel like I’m back at my old job.”
“What was your old job?” Cripto asked him.
“I think the company got bought out, but it was a factory job; it produced frozen foods that show what happens to them before you deliver them to supermarkets and grocery stores so they can put them in the frozen food section for customers to buy and enjoy.”
“Chris...that’s brilliant!” Super C suddenly exclaimed.
“What is?”
“You just gave me an idea. If we can’t get in dressed as our real selves, we’ll have to get into the company as if we’re new people looking for jobs. We’re going undercover!”
“I had to open my big mouth,” Chris thought to himself.
“Do you want us to get involved in the act?” Sonic asked.
“I think you’re going to have to for Bendraqi’s sake,” Cripto lamented. “Eggman’s trying to kill him as well as you.”
Later, my friends came back dressed as “ordinary people,” so to speak, but Sonic and his friends just continued to look as they were. This time, the security did not fire lasers or missiles at them, and so they were able to go inside. Chris began to wonder if he was going to regret saying what he said, but if you ask me, it’s not something to regret. Eventually we’d all be glad he made the suggestion.
TO BE CONTINUED
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