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*"ACQUIRING TARGET... DEACTIVATION CELLULOID
DESTROYER ACTIVATED" The software began to attempt to kill Athagon.
But this was a computer. It had bendable rules... But for the
moment, life-and-death was the concern. It had the look of a tank,
covered with huge steel spikes. Claws, guns,
swords, every mentionable weapon poked from a
slot on the machine. "VIRUS #4356 ATTEMPTING TAKEOVER. REQUESTING
DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR." A bit of static was heard "AUTHORIZED.
VIRUS #4356 NOW BEING DESTROYED". With that, the machine quickly
gained on Athagon. A huge spiked barb, electricity crisscrossing
over its surface, extended as the machine neared.*
If you think I'm just going to give up, you must
not have met a DRAGON before!
*Athagon, snarling, waited. As the machine
approached a plan began to take place in his mind. Just as the machine
was about to overtake Athagon, he ran slightly, and took off, quickly gaining
altitude over the machine. "TARGET ESCAPING" it said with cold mechanical
fury "GIVING CHASE". The machine took off, treads giving way to rockets,
barb giving way to spinning blades. Athagon, panicking, did the insane.
Turning quickly, he dove between the spinning blades, then grabbing the
bottom of the machine. Claws ripping, he peeled a chunk of armor
off the side of it. It began to sink. With a last dying mechanical
voice, the machine said "DEACTIVATED. SOFTWARE INFECTED. TARGET
LOST. NOW ACQ‹‹‹" then fell silent. The machine fell to the
ground, then exploded in a shock of light and heat that blasted Athagon
upwards, through something, and into the unknown...*