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    Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri May 15, 2015 5:33 am

    Time: Noon
    Date: August 15, 0004

    Since dawn, KARR had been on the road. Having reactivated the abandoned Tech-Dome last night, it was deemed best to leave the structure to manufacture robot after robot in peace. At least for the time being. During his labor of necessity, the AI had found that the place needed more than a few things to make it truly functional. Namely some specific materials and structures required to make his project worthwhile in terms of stability. During his travels over the winding lanes of pavement known as the highways, KARR had figured he may have found exactly where he needed to look.

    The city got its wares from someplace, whether it be chemicals, metals, plastics, or any other common material. That someplace had to be a factory. On the map, he presumed these locations to be listed and numerous for the sake of supplying someplace as massive as Portal City. Just as there had been numerous farms dotting the grasslands for the sake of food production, there had to be plants not only to supply the city with materials and wares, but for the sustenance needed for the farmers to grow their crops as well. As he had looked over the map in between weaving in and out of lanes to get where he needed all that much faster, the AI managed to locate a few factories and chemical plants.

    However, due to the nature of this particular continent, they were far and few between. Two rather promising looking locations had been found in the grasslands, connected right to the highways, but far enough out to not disturb any of the city-goers. In a way, the AI found it odd that they had not moved into the city for the sake of protection, but dismissed it as a habit of this strange world to place things where they were out of their original habits instead of sense.

    The first on his list of factory venues to visit was a chemical plant.

    At a cruising speed of 300 miles an hour, the drive out to the industrial area was short. It was not long before the two toned Trans-Am had whipped right by a sign reading GIGA Chemical Refinery: 20 miles. The refinery itself was massive, much more so than the meager space that the Tech-Dome was situated on. This place covered acres of land. Regularly trucks drove in and out of the place, tankers loaded to the brim with whatever was ordered by another factory. Each and every tanker that KARR scanned as he passed by held something different, and the AI could not help but compare himself to a child who had come across an unattended candy shop with the door wide open.

    Acids, adhesives, bases... from the bases for metal deoxidizing formulas to the solvents used to lubricate machinery parts, it appeared a good chunk of this continent's chemicals came from this plant. Despite his growing curiosity as to just how many things this place could seemingly conjure for the masses, he forced himself to slow down as to not draw too much attention.

    Speaking of that, it appeared this place was important enough to warrant security personnel. A few miles up, KARR could detect a guard post at the entrance of the factory's entrance and exit drive, a simple wooden building with a gate arm attached, both were painted a bright white. Keeping his pace steady, he scanned the small structure and road around it, finding that it's simple, bland appearance belied what lay underneath. His scanner arrays picked up retractable reinforced steel barriers set neatly across the road. Even these thick metallic cylinders were no match for his speed and power, he deduced, but all the same he would rather keep his visit to the complex low key. Any damage to property would set off warning bells, both figuratively and literally.

    Of course, he had the power to knock the surveillance and alarm systems out, in fact it was something he had done quite regularly in the past. Thus, as he rolled up to the gate, KARR activated his remote override features and blacked out his windows. What came to a stop in front of the security gate was nothing more than an unassuming two toned Trans-Am, its turbine engine whining idly as it awaited to be approached by the security guard.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat May 16, 2015 10:55 pm

    One full week.

    That was how long it would be before Kennith got his paycheck. Granted, he had just started at this place a few weeks ago, but he had not thought it would be so boring. Sitting at his desk in the security gate shack, the majority of his body was covered in the uniform navy shirt and pants that were required of a GIGA Chemicals security guard. Thankfully the place did not require him to wear a tie on top of the stifling cotton outfit, even in the spring this place got hot pretty quick, even with the fan that was so mercifully perched upon the desk's fake wood surface.

    One would think that a company as important as GIGA would be able to afford proper heating and cooling for their security points, Kennith mused to himself, propping his running shoe clad feet upon the edge of the table while he removed his hat to take another look at it. Finding it ever important to place their name upon everything they owned, even his cap had the company's bright logo embroidered upon it right above the large white letters that read SECURITY in bold.

    Never too large to outdo the logo, he noticed.

    Noticing a slick coolness upon his head, Kennith ran a tanned hand through his sandy blonde hair, finding to his dismay that it had been soaked through with sweat. Even with the desk fan in place, it was hardly anything compared to the stifling heat that built up in the security post, couple that with the dull routine that went on, and the place soon felt like a personal hell of boredom that went on for hours.

    Sit, Stop any incoming vehicles, check for their pass, lift the gate, close the gate, sit...

    Rinse and repeat.

    Grey eyes glanced over at the button situated right next to his window, red and shiny. That was the button for the crash barrier, the one he never got to use. Why couldn't he have someone  nuts come to the gate for once, make him use that nightstick they tell him to keep on his waist, hell, why not even use the pistol he kept on his person? With a sigh he eased back into his chair, his gaze sweeping back over to the small black fan while he waited for the next truck to come into view.

    Fzzzt!

    With a dull whirr the fan died on his desk, and unbeknownst to him, so did the camera that was supposed to monitor the outside gate, and the radio on his belt.

    "Shit." He sighed, leaning forward and giving the power cord a jiggle. The old man that had been here before him said that it was pretty old. Yet, no matter how much he moved it around, the fan still sat dead on the edge of the desk. Great, now he was stuck here for the rest of his shift without any moving air.

    To top it off, there was another vehicle coming to stop at his gate. Taking his feet off the desk, he adjusted his belt and stood at the window. Despite how much he wanted to be, his height did not make much for an intimidation factor while sitting, or even standing for that matter. Still, he wanted to at least try to look the part of the tough guard. Huh, now that he actually got a look at the car that decided to pull up, it did not look like anything he tended to see.

    Maybe it was someone who came back from vacation, or even a newbie like himself?

    Regardless, Kennith leaned his arm upon the window and looked out at the tinted windows on the vehicle, doing his best to curl his features into an impatient scowl. "Roll down your window and show me your pass, please."

    Just like every other day.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun May 17, 2015 3:29 am

    Male, mid twenties, standing 5'6" and weighing in at 140lbs. Even if this man did think to stand against him, he would easily be snapped like a matchstick beneath his tires. In fact, the only dangerous thing, at least to another human, was the gun holstered upon his hip. Otherwise, everything else that he could have used to get reinforcements were successfully nullified.

    Thus, it was just Kennith, and KARR. Alone at a guard post gate.

    unblinking optic arrays watched as the man stood from his desk to appear taller, a scowl distorting his face as he grumbled his request. Ah yes, a pass... Knowing well enough what may happen should he roll down his window and allow the security guard to see a car with no driver. Then again, if he were to see a car with no driver roll down their window... Who would say that he would not wish to lean in and get a better look? After all, the aspiring tough guard wished for an end to his boredom, did he not?

    Ah, but lets not be too rash, the boy was bored, not braindead.

    KARR diverted some extra power to the lights in his cockpit, their glow becoming bright and inviting, if not enticing. Wordlessly, he rolled down his window, unveiling a portion of the plethora of glowing buttons and indicators upon his dashboard. Like many twinkling stars they winked and glimmered against the shade of his interior, acting as the only light to illuminate his upholstry and only a very small portion of the seats in the back. However, the partially rolled down window only allowed the man to see so much, and his request was answered by a deep, graveled tone.

    "Apologies, security guard, the window on this car has been getting stuck lately. Perhaps you could lean a little closer so I can give you my card?" He effortlessly lied. While the guard was busy with that, KARR's Pilot Override focused itself upon the man's pistol, the safety undoing with a soft click and cocked the gun into a firing position within the holster. A full clip was the work of a primed and ready mind, alert for anything that could come by this outpost. Funny, considering all this man faced were overworked truck drivers and chemical plant employees coming on and off their shifts.

    All the fruits of a bored mind, soon to become sour with the pull of a trigger.

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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon May 18, 2015 3:19 am

    Kenntih's foot tapped idly, his arms crossed upon the windowsill of his guard tower as he peered over at the sleek vehicle that rolled up to it. Admittedly, it was not the most amazing thing he had ever seen roll up to his gate. The few higher ups that worked at this plant earned enough to afford top of the line sports cars, some of which he could not even believe came from this planet, or were crafted by humans for that matter. Then again, this place was home to some very odd beings, he remembered.

    Either way, the lines on those cars made this thing look like a stack of boxes.

    Yet, when the window rolled down, young Kennith's eyes were filled with something he had not seen before on any Lamborghini, Porsche, or any other top end car that a higher up pulled in with. So many lights, twinkling in the darkness of the interior. What were they for, how many were stuffed into that passenger compartment? Despite himself, Kennith leaned forward upon the edge of the window, tilting his head to have a look inside. Apparently the driver did not mind since he needed him to come a bit closer anyway due to the windows not working.

    "Uh, yeah, sure." He replied, although as he leaned out a little further to reach the driver better, he found that there did not seem to be anyone in the car at all. "Whu-?"

    POP!

    Alas, here was no time to question it, for his handgun went off right inside the holster and sent a round grazing right down the length of his leg. A combination of pain and surprise sent him stumbling forward with a yelp, his efforts to make himself appear taller only making it that much easier for him to fall into the edge of the windowsill and tumble out. Instead of landing upon the asphalt below, however, Kennith found that he had tumbled face-first into the opened window.

    Opened just wide enough for a human head to slip into. Not that the guard noticed, with fresh blood dripping down his leg and his limbs scrambling for purchase upon the car's smooth finish, it was only when his fingers managed to hook themselves over the edge of its shiny black roof that he started to catch his breath and come to his senses. "S-shit, my leg!" He hissed, glancing back at the other half of himself, laid out like a bridge between the car and the window of his post. In fact, the window was feeling a little tight against his neck right about now. "Let me out of here!" He demanded, hard glass digging into the skin of his neck. "I need to get to a--" As his grey eyes were about to look down at where the driver was supposed to sit, the man came to a chilling realization.

    There was no one in the car. Not a soul sat in the two front seats or the back, it was completely and utterly devoid of any presence within it, living or dead. What was apparent within the vehicle, was an overpowering stink of decay, like someone had died inside the thing. So where did the voice come from?
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue May 19, 2015 5:48 pm

    With a yelp and a stumble, the human called Kennith fell face first into KARR's opened window. Just as he had planned it. One may feel a certain pride well up within them at such an accomplishment, but for the AI? What pride was there to be felt when one knew that their plans would go as they had predicted them, when everything was laid out as simply as 1's and 0's in a matrix.

    Yet, the AI could not repress the smug tone that laced his artificial voice as he addressed his captive. "You are not going anywhere, Kennith." With the cold calm that only a machine could muster, the window began to roll itself up and into the guard's neck. "In fact, I don't think you will be worrying about your leg in a few moments."

    Tighter and tighter the reinforced glass pressed itself against the desperate man's neck, until KARR heard the distinctive crunch of a windpipe crushing in on itself. With the dying guard still tightly held in his grip, KARR diverted some energy towards manipulating the gate and raised it before driving through. Alas, without proper appendages, the AI could not simply place the guard back where he had found him, thus, he instead opted to quickly pull off the road and come to a halt. There he idled for a few moments until the guard's vitals had dropped off, awaiting to see if the man would remain a tangible body, or if he would disappear into code.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue May 19, 2015 6:07 pm

    Not worry about his leg? How could he not worry about his leg when there was a massive gash running the whole length of it?! As he felt the window start to close up against his neck however, he soon got the message. "N-no! Please!" He begged. At least the vehicle was right about one thing, he certainly was not worry about his leg anymore. Scrambling the other half of himself out of the guard shack, he started to kick against the door, pushing and turning his head to try and free himself. "I'm not going to die like this..." He gasped, although no matter how he struggled, it grew ever more difficult to breathe.

    At once he reached back for his radio, flicking the switch to initiate communication on the dispatch frequency for the plant. Despite the dead silence that came from the device however, he still attempted to gasp his plea for backup, tears filling his eyes as the pressure on his throat came to be too much. With the final crunch of his windpipe against the edge of the window, he was reduced to rasping and desperate pounding upon the car's paneling as he spent his final breaths. For some reason, while Kennith had considered death while on the job, he had never thought it would be so painful, or feel so drawn out. Seconds felt like hours as he struggled to find some way out of the machine's death grip upon his neck, only to fail time and time again. The lights inside the car began to blur and brighten in his vision, only adding to the frightening, otherworldly experience.

    By the time the car raised the gate and pulled away from the post, Kennith's vision had blacked out and he began to lose consciousness. In the process, his head slumped and the security cap upon it fell down onto the driver's seat. As for whether or not the man would turn to code upon his death? The AI found himself lucky, or perhaps not depending on the circumstances. With Kennith's final breath, he turned to data, a cloud of 1's and 0's filling the AI's cockpit before dissipating. The only thing that remained was his cap, as it fell to the AI's possession.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue May 19, 2015 7:10 pm

    Interesting, so this time one of his... Sinners, decided to turn to code. While one may think that it was more of a downside that the guard could return, KARR could care less about those he killed staying dead. The man was an obstacle to where he needed to go, he removed it. A very simple logic that anyone could understand, or so he thought. All the same, he could not deny that there were other, more efficient methods of getting onto the factory grounds undetected perhaps merely ramming through the guardhouse instead of going through the effort of tricking the guard into a fatal position.

    However, the AI could not help but find an irresistible urge to indulge in what Judge Fear continuously preached. Not to mention that he could not help but find how one turns into code upon their demise in this dimension to be particularly fascinating, enough so he wondered if he would ever grow bored of seeing it.

    Rolling up the window the rest of the way, KARR idly considered the security guard cap that had come into his possession before returning to the road and continuing on his way. The AI held little interest in keeping trophies from his kills, the memory of each event was more than enough without keeping a physical memento of the victory. Yet, he had witnessed Judge Fear collect the eyes of one who had crossed him multiple times, the belongings of a few choice sinners who had especially aggravated him. According to the Judges, they held more of a sentimental value to them, the feeling of victory and proving themselves to be superior than an insolent upstart who continuously made a nuisance of themselves. For a moment the AI tumbled their explanation through his processors interior optics focused on the navy cap.

    At once the silence was broken by a beep and a whoosh of air as the Eject Left function was initiated, the hat that had been in his driver's seat sent flying into the air and onto the road.

    There would be others that he would find to be far more worthy of this 'sentimental value'.

    For now, there was only the open road and the factory that steadily loomed ever close on the horizon.
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    Post by Universal NPC on Fri May 22, 2015 6:38 am

    Down the road, there was little to be seen. Much like the rest of the grassland, there was nothing but fields of lush green grass, doing nothing more than allowing themselves to be tussled about by the wind. It was only a few miles down the road that there would be a glance of anything that looked remotely industrialized.

    However, it was not as the AI may have envisioned it to be.

    Looming over the horizon were high, sturdy walls made of reinforced cement, further bolstered by thick metal bars that stretched up its height. Crowning this massive defense was a row of barbed wire, curling and discouraging to any who thought to climb over it. At the end of each section were equally fortified spires, topped with semi-automatic weapons turrets. Massive and imposing, the long barrels looked to be taken from the decks of naval ships, the rounds they fired could easily be deduced to be as large as a full grown man but with half the weight. For now they remained idle, pointed straight ahead with nothing to target.

    As the plant's newest visitor came closer, however, he would find that was not all there was. At the end of the drive was a massive gate, large enough two semi's to drive abreast through. Standing wide open to accept and release trucks to and from the world, the plant's main building and a well stocked parking lot could be easily seen past them. Despite the complex's dormant looking defenses, however, there was a hive stirring within....

    "Odd." A man, dressed in the similar uniform as the late Kennith, stared intently at one of the many screens that lined his office. Brown eyes studied the images that flickered upon them, a pale hand rising and curling to cup a wrinkled, stubble covered chin. Upon his name tag however, the reflective plastic was printed with a holographic print that spelled out SENIOR GUARD above his name. He swiveled within his desk chair, looking to a second guard who was busy looking over another group of monitors. "James, did you receive any notice from the new guy about any new visitors?"

    The one called James was a few years younger than the guard situated next to him. As expected, his version of busy was more a bored stare at the whole group of screens instead of paying attention to what was going on in each individual feed. [color:994b=cc9900]"Hm?" He glanced over at the other, pale blue eyes shifting to his coworker, and in the same name, superior. Instead of a radio like the guard sitting next to him, he opted to go for a communications headset instead. "Nah, I don't think so. Been getting a lot of static from his end a few minutes ago though...Huh, and there it went." He replied, his bored expression that noticeably seeped into his tone seeming to lift on that note. Finally, something interesting going on during his shift for once. "Must have forgotten to change the batteries in his radio, the line just went dead." He added, turning his attention back to the wall of screens. Why this place needed so many damn cameras, he would never know.

    "Great." The senior sighed, removing his cap to run his thick fingers through the grey flecked hair that covered his head in thick waves. "First week on the job and he's already screwing up." Turning back around, he leaned over to reach for his radio that sat next to a half drained cup of coffee. Flicking on the communications frequency, the man grimaced as he noticed that there was not only no static over the line, it was absolutely dead. "Speaking of screw ups, why didn't you say anything sooner about the static? I thought I taught you better than that." He added, looking over a broad shoulder at the other.

    "It was real brief, could've been just a hiccup." James replied, his eyes still looking placidly at the rows of screens. Each and every one of them showed nothing but billowing grass and passing fluffy clouds for miles around. Who could stare at this for hours on end and not be tempted to fall asleep? James apparently could not, and it made him wish that he and the senior guard next to him could swap places for a short while. Staring at trucks passing by would certainly make for something far more interesting. Oh, but no, first year rookies had to stare at grass.

    Ah yes, the experience was just flowing in like a torrent, it was.

    Now James was the one to sigh, his eyes flicking over to a passing bird that happened to flutter its way in front of a camera. His superior on the other hand, already had reached for the phone on the close left of his desk and pressed one of the digits on the closed line. "Surveillance to gatehouse, close the doors, this one somehow got past the front gate without a word from the guy there." He ordered.

    "Roger that." clipped a female voice from over the line, and with it, the massive, reinforced steel gate began to quickly descend. Within moments there was a dull thump as its full weight rested within the holding grate, effectively sealing off the plant.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:34 am

    Odd, as KARR drew closer and the plant's details started to grow within range of his scanners, he soon found that this place was not as simple as it had initially suggested. Immediately KARR's processors went back to the radio upon the guard's hip, along with the camera that was within his gatehouse. Even if he had kept the rest of the plant from figuring out what had occurred at the gatehouse, those massive steel gates certainly had operators, as did the weaponry that was stationed upon the tower spires at each edge.

    Quickly the AI opened up the radio frequency and began to monitor it, his surveillance functions focused upon the numerous chambers within the massive wall. Little of note could be found on the radio frequency, but as his systems switched to monitor the phone line inside...

    "Surveillance to gatehouse, close the doors, this one somehow got past the front gate without a word from the guy there."

    "Roger that."

    Just like that, the gate started to shut down, and lock the wayward AI out of the fascinating plant. No, he was so close, he was but a turbo away from getting into the plant. Yet, if he were to do that, likely the entire arsenal that this place had would be pointed at him. Even if the weaponry was not strong enough to fracture his reinforced plating, he would rather arrive and leave with little disruption or evidence of his passing. Quickly KARR opened a line to the surveillance facility where the phone call had originated from, his artificial voice taking on the tone of someone who was rather familiar to the two security workers, while his microwave systems worked a bit of magic on the surveillance feed coming from the gatehouse.

    "H-hey, is this on?" A young, male voice crackled over the radio, "The radio wasn't working for a moment. Did that car come to the gate already, the black and silver one? If it got to you guys by now just wanted to let you know I allowed it through." It stated, the monitor displaying a dirty blonde haired man reclining in his desk chair within the grainy surveillance feed.

    Outside the front gate, the silver and black vehicle idled innocently, stark black windows keeping what occurred within a secret.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:14 pm

    "They're still here."

    James swiveled about in his chair forgoing the monitors filled with endless seas of green, waving grass. Nothing ever came that way, and he doubted that anything ever would. Exchanging his surveillance feed for another, he decided to look at his coworker's monitors, the one that held both of their attention thus far. Outside the gate, despite the door having closed down and locked out their newest visitor, their vehicle still idled in the driveway. "You would think that would give them a pretty sound message. I haven't heard any calls from them either about why the gate was closed." Usually personell who had been here long enough to get acquainted with the place tended to have the number of the security centers memorized in case something like this happened. Usually to vent their frustration out on the staff, as he came to learn.

    "Maybe this one's new?" He rationalized after a brief silence, to which the senior surveillance guard shook his head.

    "I doubt it, something's odd about this one. I'll get the gatehouse to tell them off, if they don't get the message, a few of the armored guys can tell them off personally." He replied, already reaching for the desk phone. though before his finger could rightfully hit the speed dial for the gate, there was a snarl of static over his radio.

    "H-hey, is this on? The radio wasn't working for a moment. Did that car come to the gate already, the black and silver one? If it got to you guys by now just wanted to let you know I allowed it through."

    James was the first to speak up once the transmission ended "Figured, just a technical difficulty." He drawled, turning to look back at the fields of green. As much as he figured it was true, the fact that his hopes of something interesting popping up on the monitor for once being let down left him disappointed. One would think that a chemical plant as large as theirs would garner some amount of interest. Then again, they were a chemical plant situated in the most peaceful region to be found outside of city limits.

    The senior let out a sigh, more irritated than relieved. "Okay, I'll give the gate a call." He stated, not exactly pleased with the guard's less than competent attitude. "Let me say this first, Ken, you are responsible for you own equipment, if that radio shorts out again it could mean your job." He warned, before turning his attention over to the phone. Another dial tone later, he was talking once again with the gatehouse.

    "Looks like there was a lag in communication, this one can be let through." He stated, the odd stillness of the man sitting in his desk chair on the surveillance monitor that looked over the first gatehouse not even registering as his gaze remained fixed on the car at the front gate.

    "Alright, opening the gate." the female voice replied, the sound of heavy mechanisms turning outside able to be heard once the call ended. Just as quickly as the gate had descended and locked into place, it rose and allowed passage to the awaiting vehicle.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Jun 08, 2015 7:46 pm

    Just as he planned. The humans in the surveillance office, albeit peeved, let him pass after hearing but the voice of the late Kennith. So far as he could tell, none of them even bothered to look at the surveillance feed he had tampered with to show his image.

    "Okay, sir, it won't happen again." One last response was sent over the line before he ended the conversation in a quick burst of static. Once the gate rolled up, KARR's engines revved with a shrill whine of turbines, and he rolled forward. "I will keep that in mind, however..." He rumbled to himself, his vox flickering in sync with his words within the dark cabin.

    To think, they likely would not have a clue what happened until they started noticing that trucks were unable to get past the front gate. By then, likely the AI would not need to worry about anyone pinning the blame on his sudden presence. Beyond the gate, KARR pulled into the parking lot, choosing a spot close to the front, but not so much that he would be noticed by a passerby that may take a glance at his glossy paneling.

    There, the AI turned off his engine, the whine dying into silence. With it's fading sound, the black and silver trans-am blended among the rest of the vehicles, merely one within a row of hundreds. However, the amber scanner upon his nose did not deactivate, steadily pacing from side to side as KARR went on to scan his surroundings and the building in front of him.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Jun 08, 2015 7:57 pm

    Within the Chemical Plant's sturdy walls, the AI would soon find that there was more than just chemical engineers and the typical well-paid button pusher. Guards roamed the facility, armed and armored in the event that anything or anyone would decide to try and move in on their bountiful materials.

    In front of where the silver and black car had parked, was the main building. As most of the business and administrative work occurred within the front most structure, there was little in the ways of chemicals to be found here. Here was a place of paperwork, databanks, and computers; all of which tasked with ensuring that this part of the company ran smoothly. Although with how much security was running about and the tall defenses, one would wonder if perhaps this was the only chemical plant in the area, perhaps even the entire planet.

    Perhaps a deeper look into this facility would provide the AI with some answers. Albeit, with proper finesse as he was not the only one with eyes upon this particular site. A few of those guards were glancing over the new arrival a little more thoughtfully the more he sat there. Especially since no one was exiting the vehicle.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue Jun 09, 2015 12:32 am

    But a few minutes in and the AI could already tell that his presence had not gone entirely unnoticed. Every so often a guard would look his way, pondering if someone was going to step out of the vehicle. However, given he had just arrived, those numbers were far and few between, mainly curious stares that he figured were a natural part of the human condition. So long as their looks did not linger for overlong, and none came to approach him, they would be left be.

    For now.

    In the meantime, KARR's surveillance mode kept an eye out for any activity from the guards that may pertain to him while the rest of his attention was focused elsewhere. A scan of the building showed that the databanks within were of a newer model, along with a more advanced coding language. Perhaps getting information from the place at the source was not the best route currently, but perhaps if he went to something a bit more rudimentary... His scanners turned to the office computers, a multitude of glowing screens and quietly humming desktop towers beckoning to him. Their siren call was answered with him approaching one of the ports on the desktop on the upper floor of the building. Unlike the databank he had encountered earlier on, this one had a backdoor that was easily exploited.

    Alas, this particular system was not coded with the love and care that the mainframe was given.

    With it easily exploited, the AI promptly got what information he required and hijacked the computer right out from under the user's nose. With a blip KARR locked the one operator out from the system and back to the log in screen, allowing him to do as he pleased. All too knowing about just how easily this computer's owner could boot him back out, KARR swiftly went took up an administrative position within it and did a quick randomization of the password and username, saving it in place. That would keep them, and any technical support, busy for a while.

    With that done, the AI wasted no time in assuming the digital guise of this particular user and delved into what this place could offer him.
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Jun 09, 2015 1:32 am

    Indeed, most of the guard's stares were merely curious, although a few of them knew very well that no one that had come in to work at the plant so far had ever driven a machine like that. A few shrugged it off as a possible recent buy from a retro-enthusiast and continued walking on by. The ones that were tasked with ensuring that no suspicious persons made it onto the property however were not so keen to let the odd vehicle simply slide past them without some conversation.

    A few utterances were exchanged between guards as they walked by on their patrol, although mainly by the ones who were bored with the monotony of this whole place. Otherwise, talk was all that was done, and nothing more. After all, it was not like the car was ticking or anything.

    Inside the facility however, KARR would find that this system and the others were linked directly to the mainframe of the facility, likely to ensure that if anything happened, any and all backup work would be saved and easily retrieved should it be required. Though this one was more for the use of finances, managing money that the company spent and gained. This particular device lacked the administrative position that would allow for any useful information that the AI was looking for, unless he was interested in the chemical plant's paper trail.

    As for its owner, here he came now, just returning from his coffee break.

    His work chair sighed quietly beneath his weight as he sat down. despite his office job, the man managed to maintain his physique to a fit, healthy weight but lacked the build of one who hit the gym to bulk themselves up. Dark eyes blinked as he regarded the computer log in screen, a small confused hum coming from him before muttering to himself, "'Didn't think I had been gone for that long."

    With that, he leaned forward and quickly typed his username and password into the input bars...

    The username or password you have given is incorrect.

    Hm, perhaps he typed it too quickly. Pressing the retry button beneath the system message, he once again attempted to enter his username and password. Carefully his fingers sought out the proper keys as he typed each code, checking for errors on the username and then on the password. After ensuring that everything was typed correctly, he pressed enter.

    The same blue text appeared on the screen in a soothing yet productivity encouraging background of blue in a darker color.

    "Hm..." Perhaps third try was the charm...
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    Re: Seeking the Source

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jun 13, 2015 11:13 pm

    With but a quick search through the computer's history and ports, it was evident this was not the right one. Quick to cover his tracks, KARR reset the password and username before he removed himself from the machine. By the time the owner had gotten around to figuring out how to get back in again, nothing that they could see was touched, unless they decided to go through the computer's history.

    Even if they did, however, all that they did would be under the user's name.

    Deciding that it would be more efficient to find the desk of someone who was qualified to go through the system mainframe responsible for machinery, chemicals, and such things that could be of actual use, KARR's scanners went on to search through each and every office in the place from the ground floor up. Of course, such an extensive search would take a short while, perhaps five to ten minutes at most. To a human, the wait was but a small trifle, but to the AI... minutes could seem like hours when one operated complex functions in mere miliseconds. Of course, this inefficiency was exactly the reason why KARR would not be doing that, and instead focused his scans on finding the employees who held power. Regardless, he knew well enough that the facility's security forces would not grow wise within that span of time.

    They would need to be on his level, perhaps even more.

    minutes passed, and the AI could not help but find himself in awe of just how expansive this place was, containing hundreds of desks and with them computer terminals. From the lowly customer service worker to the administrative manager, it was as if this place was arranged like a hive. Thankfully, this also meant that positions within the building were easy to locate in terms of rank. The ones who were allowed more power, and therein more access, were situated near the top of the building. Swiftly KARR located and accessed the computer terminal of the head of this particular plant, just as he did the previous computer.

    However, what the AI was searching for here, was names. Every employee associated with tech was in this machine's hard drive, from chemical engineers to maintenance workers for the machinery responsible for brewing and mixing the vats. Now then, for the names of the ones that were the heads of their divisions... KARR's search brought up four names, a head of chemical engineering, a head of computer engineering, and two heads of mechanical engineering. As quickly as KARR pulled out these names and saved them to his databanks, he pulled out of the system and sought out their respective work terminals.

    Deftly he exploited the backdoor of their computer systems, seeking out the information required to gain access to the mainframe and slipping out just as swiftly. Usernames and access codes were committed to his databanks, and the AI turned his digital gaze towards the mainframe.

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