BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 1022: Sneaky Computers and Sneakier Tricks



It took little for Erik to head once again into Colonel Vance's office. Now he had more time to give a look around, so he could do things without being in a rush like the last time he was here.

His eyes were drawn to the holographic computer on the desk. He pressed the power button, and the device flickered to life, casting holograms all over the room.

<System, you there?>

<Always ready to serve, boss!> The biological supercomputer said. <What's on the menu today?>

<Stop joking.> Erik sighed. Since he told the system to not behave like it had a pole stuck in its imaginary ass, the computer became very annoying.

That might have been because the brain of someone had been used to make it. Perhaps the biological supercomputer was still that of a fully functioning human being. It might still keep some aspects of human consciousness, and maybe, just maybe, the computer was getting bored. This could explain why it was having such dumb reactions.

<I need you to connect to this computer and dig up as much intel as you can,> Erik said. <We need to know what resources the blackguards, Hin, and Etrium had here-weapons, armor, vehicles, anything useful. And see if you can find any information on their war plans.>

<Roger that! But I need some seconds to work my magic...>

Erik watched as the holographic display flashed data streams across the whole room. The names of mecha models and vehicles rolled quickly, nearly too fast to catch.

Despite the fleeting nature of the information, he caught glimpses of important information, including names of advanced mechas, assault tanks, and armored trucks.

It was a lot for a single location, with so few fighters compared to the front lines, but that was to be expected, considering this was the main crossroads for the enemy's supply line.

Erik grinned as soon as he saw these bits of information, even if it was just a literal glimpse he just had.

<Okay, here's the deal,> the biological supercomputer said. <Looks like they had quite the stockpile here. Advanced firearms, high-tech body armor, even a few experimental combat vehicles. I'm compiling a full inventory for you now.>

<Excellent. What about their plans?> Erik asked. <Did you find something?>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

<Ah, well, that's where things get tricky,> the biological supercomputer said. <It seems like they kept most of that juicy information on a separate, heavily secured network. But fear not; I have an idea in mind.>

Erik raised an eyebrow, intrigued. <Tell me.>

<I can whip up a virus that should be able to sneak its way into their main command network.> Erik stared ahead blankly, but in his mind, he had a sceptical look.

<I should be able to plant it in their systems from this computer. We'll have a backdoor into all sorts of goodies-enemy communications, troop locations, battle plans, and even top- secret crafting recipes!>

Erik's eyes widened at the prospect. <Good, then make it happen.>

<You got it, boss! One super-sneaky cyber-contagion, coming right up. I'll even add a little flair to it—maybe a dancing banana animation just to mess with them in case they find out.> <Do you want to make me look like an idiot?>

The biological supercomputer ignored Erik and set to work crafting the virus. Erik leaned back in Vance's chair, waiting for the AI to be done. However, it would not take much for the system to do so.

<While you're at it, share the intel we've gathered from here with the Chimaeric Demons, and make sure Jabir and the others get those recipes and schematics.> Erik said. <I want everyone to take advantage of this. When Frant will get out of this situation, I bet people will start learning how to craft all of this and open shops. It will be good for everyone.>

<Consider it done! Oh, and I took the liberty of sending the coordinates of this place to the Chimaeric Demons. I think that stealing all the goodies here will help a lot and will for sure make the blackguards furious.>

<Well done,> Erik said. <But tell them to be fast though-once the blackguards catch wind of this place's destruction, they'll come snooping around like bloodhounds on a fresh trail.>

The biological supercomputer mentally nodded.

<Right now, focus on getting that virus ready. The more we can disrupt their command structure, the better our chances of bringing this war to a swift end.>

<Aye-aye, captain! One incredibly disruptive digital doomsday device, nearly ready to unleash upon our unsuspecting foes!>

After a while, the biological supercomputer mentally turned to Erik. <I'm done. The virus is on, but it will take some time before it will spread through the enemy systems. I made it so it will send information to the Chimaeric Demons autonomously, and I already sent a

communication to them saying it was you.>

<All right then.>

<While we're at it, maybe we should leave a little surprise for the blackguards when they come back. Like, I dunno, a whoopee cushion on every chair? Just to lighten the mood,

y'know?>

Erik shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. <Let's focus on winning the war and do stupid as shit later. Then we can talk about pranks.>

<Fine, I'll save my comedic genius for another day.>

At that, Erik left the office. He needed to go to the others, but officially, their job there was done. Now they could focus on heading to Hin, but there was something else that had to be

done soon.

<I still have to steal a ship.> Erik thought about the Chimaeric Demon's eggs he made before leaving New Alexandria. They should hatch in a couple of days, then it would take some time for the Chimaeric Demons to mature. But it wouldn't take as long as it did in the past.

<Based on my estimations, they should mature right when we arrive at the shores.>

<Let's just hope that when they mature, they won't be like horny teenagers,> the biological supercomputer said.