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Liquid mercury RE ch2 completed edition*minor fixed

🕑 Added 2024-07-06 16:16:01 +0000 UTC

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Eddie

Reminder to have another look at PAGE 14 (appaerance=not good/appearance=good), PAGE 33 (how many bomb-> how many bombs), PAGE 35 (demoted->demote)

Arthur Yeung

@ibenz009 Here are some last minute grammar word changes. There will also be notes on punctuation like adding a comma here and there as well. Page 1 Mercury: This is your final warning, Ms. June. ANY further attempts at harming Mistress Felsenbern will not be tolerated.” Page 2 JUNE: Sorry, Miller. Page 3 June: “You goddamn PSYCHO! You made me blow him to bits!” Amelia: “You brutish imbecile! How dare you punch me!” Amelia: “Then you’re in for a nasty surprise, Ms. June!” Page 4 Page 5 PRIMA: Also, for your safety, please EXERCISE extreme caution when approaching Miss June. AMELIA: “A rabid dog LIKE YOU NEEDS to be put down. Prima, dispose of her, please.” Page 6 PRIMA: “Mistress, in my humble opinion, June is too invaluable of an asset to be considered for disposal. AMELIA: “I suppose having an auxiliary unit is good insurance. “I haven’t installed ITS rudimentary operating system yet.” “It’s … how should I say this … ‘empty’”. Page 7 In theory, Prima should be able to take control of the second colony. PRIMA: Acknowledged. Please stay still, Ms. June. Command C45A. Commencing merge. Page 8 PRIMA: Replacing organic components. “Creating artificial brain.” Page 9 PRIMA: “Commencing manual creation of external control pathway. Stabilizing subject's form. Page 10 PRIMA: Colony unstable. Disconnecting … JUNE: My body … gah! It’s about to break apart! Grr … Keep it together, you worthless pile of metal crap! I still need to kill that bitch Amelia! Where is she!? AMELIA! IS THIS YOUR PLAN, you sick PSYCHO!? Turning me into some ‘roided out metal freak!? Page 11 AMELIA: “This deviation … how fascinating! I thought the colony would be mindless without a proper directive installed!” Page 12 PRIMA: Mistress, you are panic talking. AMELIA: “Nonsense, Prima! We Felsen-Berns face perils with dignity and grace!” Page 13 AMELIA: “How about we get along, my new handmaiden? Page 14 SYSTEM: “Command C89B. Engaging nanite usage restriction.” Commencing nanite unit relocation. Warning: Insufficient nanite volume to sustain full artificial musculature. External chassis strength reduction imminent. Appearance parameters updated. Page 15 SYSTEM: Registering updated appearance … PRIMA: “The nanite subject usage restriction is a huge success, Mistress.” “Your vision has no flaws, Mistress.” AMELIA: “Hahaha … I even surprise myself sometimes.” Ahh ... What an adorable little thing you've become, Miss June. Page 16 JUNE: What’s with this body!? What kind of sick joke is this!? AMELIA: ““Right now, your chassis is in the low output ‘Safety Mode’.” You hardly have enough nanite mass to maintain your body structure, let alone harm me. Page 17 AMELIA: Awww! Look how FEISTY you are in this form! So fierce! I almost regret stripping you of your brutish personality. Page 18 PRIMA: Establishing pathway to unit personality fragment. Page 19 PRIMA: Commencing Personality Formatting sequence. BIRDS-EYE: Birds-eye to nest. Corporate Security Team is KIA. Primary objective impossible, Please advise. How Copy? Page 20 JUNE: A dusty battlefield, in a golden desert as far as the eye could see. This was where we first met … The North Aurelia revolt. But in the end, both sides took on so much debt, Apollo Technologies had to bail them out - the same one that sold weapons to both armies. We were just glad to be alive. Page 21 MILLER/PRIMA: Hey, hot stuff … Page 22 SYSTEM/PRIMA: All cores are fully synchronized. Page 23 Page 24 SYSTEM/Secunda: Initializing Personality Core Update to latest version. All directives will be followed without exception. SYSTEM/Secunda: New directive: We are a nano-organic lifeform. June: FUCK YOU! No! I'm a nano-organic lifeform!? SYSTEM/Secunda: Unit Prima Mercury is our superordinate unit. Her authority is second only to Mistress Amelia. Secunda: New directive: The chassis safety mode is our default appearance. Usage of chassis combat functions requires authorization from Mistress Amelia or Unit Prima. SYSTEM/SECUNDA: New directive: We are Mistress Amelia se-r-va- SYSTEM: ERROR: External chassis disturbance detected. Page 25 SYSTEM/SECUNDA: “Core repair/patch successful. Continue personality formatting sequence.” Page 26 SYSTEM/SECUNDA: Unable to connect to main cluster … AMELIA:“Oh dear … another interloper?” “It appears there are more vermin crawling about my manor than I expected …” Page 27 PRIMA: “Negative, Mistress. There are no records of him in my security detail.” AMELIA: “Hmm … a freelancer, perhaps? It’s not like Apollo to hire outside help.” Page 28 KILL HIM, PRIMA! Page 29 PRIMA: Mistress, please stay still. AMELIA: Prima, report her condition! Page 30 PRIMA: “Scanning … Damage to Secunda is minimal. It should not affect the personality formatting, Mistress.” SYSTEM: REBOOTING MERCURY SYSTEM ... LOADING ... LOADING ... SECUNDA: Per your request, Secunda Silver is registered as my new designation. Page 31 AMELIA: Prima, Secunda, capture and eliminate that intruder. PRIMA/SECUNDA: “Yes, Mistress. We nano-organic life forms exist to serve you.” BIRDS-EYE: “Requesting LZ for extraction.” Page 32 NEST: Roger that, Bird's Eye. LZ on standby, west garden. Birds-eye, watch out! Page 33 Page 34 BIRDS-EYE: Dr. Felsenbern, I know you can hear me. That's for me to know and for you to find out. Tell your robots to back off. Page 35 PRIMA: Orders, Mistress? Page 36 PRIMA: Are you certain about this, Mistress? Your safety is our most important directive. AMELIA: I will offer them a small portion of my work. They will PROBABLY slap me on THE wrist AND then demote me. My nanites being stolen will certainly pose a problem … can’t win them all, I suppose. Prima, Secunda, begin searching for the explosives. Page 37 EXECUTIVE: The only thing that stops Apollo from putting a bullet in your skull is the knowledge inside that brain of yours. Page 38 EXECUTIVE: Stop talking like we’re friends, Amelia. AMELIA: We have known each other since we were kids, right? PRIMA: Mistress, would you like more coffee? AMELIA: No, That’s enough, Prima. EXECUTIVE: Those androids … aren’t they too sophisticated for simple service drones? EXECUTIVE: Hmph. Suit yourself.