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My World, My Justice Ch.16
🕑 Added 2025-02-06 04:53:32 +0000 UTCI had wisely decided not to move from my bed after the call.
I simply lay there until sleep naturally takes me. After a beatdown like that, every faction in Brockton should be smart enough to back down and rethink their life choices. Should be.
When I wake up, I follow the most normal routine I've had since getting powers - shower with hot water, have a very large breakfast, then go back to bed to laze around like any normal person would do. It gives me this bizarre semblance of normalcy that I've been craving for a while now. Sure, there are still plenty of things to do, gangs to crush, and ‘evildoers’ to dramatically vanquish, but there's no time pressure right now. My phone isn't being flooded with calls or messages, so it's safe to assume things haven't gone to hell in my short absence and the PRT hasn't completely fumbled everything. Miracles do happen.
I catch myself missing TV of all things, which is weird since I stopped watching it ages ago. I dunno why... Maybe it's just how empty this place feels despite all its luxuries. The vast apartment loses its charm when you're sitting alone.
But I can't spend the entire day here. I made a promise to start planning how to take down the fake dragon.
My only plan so far? Run straight into ABB territory like the unstoppable force I am, ignore all the minions, grab Lung, and drag him kicking and screaming to the outskirts of the city. There we'll have our 'fated' battle where I'll inevitably but gloriously triumph over the forces of evil - as I'll sadly have to proclaim out loud. Complete with dramatic poses and probably some speech about justice that'll make me cringe for days.
Maybe I should consider asking a Thinker for help with planning, but I only know Oracle, who's grown more suspicious in my eyes. While I don't think she has malicious motives, she definitely knows more than she lets on. Way more.
And today I'm meeting her in person.
A meeting I won't miss or avoid - I'm determined to find out more about this girl. But given the whole near-invulnerability thing I don’t have much to fear what might happen. The only ones I have to worry about are still hidden somewhere in this world or just just flying aimlessly.
We're meeting at Fugly Bob's. At least I remember that place - a relatively popular fast food joint somewhere in the city market, and it is relatively popular.
Which means crowds. The moment I walk in, or more like approach, I'll be swarmed by people, especially kids, thanks to my family-friendly reputation and recent big heroics.
Since I've never worn a mask and I'm always flashing my dashing smile, there's no point in wearing a disguise. Not like it would help - I'm probably the tallest person in the entire city. And I'm not using my only 'turn off power' ticket just to meet a mysterious Thinker. So I'll have to go there, pose a few times, throw some corny one-liners, sign autographs to calm the crowd, and then finally meet Oracle to start the investigation.
Solid plan, mostly. The only downside is people might take pictures of me meeting Oracle and speculate online. They'll probably spin it as me meeting a potential lover or some gossip like that - though I'm pretty sure Oracle won't show up in person. More likely she'll send a proxy, which, the more I think about it, seems exactly like something she'd do.
I probably won't even need to talk, just grab the files and leave.
I finally get up from the bed, stretching until my limbs and back release those satisfying pops - just a quick warm-up. With that done, I move to the exit where the vortex is always waiting, stepping through and emerging in one of my many alleyway checkpoints across the city. From there, I make quick work of climbing a building before launching myself in controlled leaps toward the fast-food restaurant.
The scenery changes rapidly as I get closer to the beach, skyscrapers giving way to smaller buildings. The downside of moving into tourist territory? Becoming much more visible to the civilians below. Sure enough, as I land on top of a three-story building, people start pointing upward - it's pretty much impossible to hide the noise and small tremors that each landing causes.
Well, now that I have everyone's attention, I simply can't disappoint the public. I strike the most generic heroic pose imaginable - one hand on my hip, the other raised in a wave. It's like watching dominoes fall: one person calls out, then another, and another, until a proper crowd forms on the sidewalk below. Phones emerge from pockets and purses, everyone either taking pictures or recording videos.
"NOBLE CITIZENS OF THIS FAIR CITY!" I boom out, feeling my soul die a little inside as I have a large public. "LET TRUE MIGHT GUIDE YOU ON THE RIGHTEOUS PATH THIS GLORIOUS DAY!"
I drop to one knee, striking a side chest pose like a bodybuilder. "FOR AS LONG AS EVIL LURKS IN SHADOWS, TRUE MIGHT SHALL STAND AS YOUR BEACON OF JUSTICE! FEAR NOT, FOR THE HAMMER OF RIGHTEOUSNESS STRIKES SWIFT AND TRUE!"
And everyone starts cheering me on as a sea of camera flashes erupts from every direction.
Oh dear god, this is exactly like one of those fake internet scenarios where 'I did the thing and everyone clapped.' Except it's actually happening, and I have to keep smiling through it while fighting the urge to cringe at my own words.
I can see Fugly Bob's sign in the distance, but I can't make another leap toward it with the crowd below me. It would disappoint them if I left without giving them a little more show.
So I resign myself to making the last trek by foot, which means walking there and interacting with people even more.
I carefully descend from the building, making sure my landing doesn't crack the sidewalk or lift a cloud of dust.
"TRUE MIGHT!" A young boy screams in delight, and suddenly I'm surrounded by a swarm of excited kids and their parents.
"BEHOLD, YOUNG SEEKERS OF JUSTICE!" I declare, striking another dumb pose. "LET US SHOW EVIL-DOERS THE MIGHT OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!"
"JUSTICE!" The kids, expectedly, go absolutely wild, screaming at the top of their lungs while mimicking my poses.
And I go for another pose and they follow suit, roaring.
"You saved my daddy's store from the bad guys!" One girl shouts.
"FEAR NOT, BRAVE YOUNG ONE!" I boom, dropping to one knee. "FOR AS LONG AS TRUE MIGHT DRAWS BREATH, NO VILLAIN SHALL THREATEN THE INNOCENT!"
An elderly Asian woman approaches. "Thank you," she says softly. "My grandchildren can walk to school safely now."
"JUSTICE KNOWS NO BOUNDS!" I proclaim, my heart actually warming despite the cheesy delivery. "ALL WHO SEEK PEACE SHALL FIND PROTECTION UNDER LADY’S JUSTICE WATCH!"
"Yo, True Might!" A group of Black teens call out. "Empire's been real quiet since you showed up!"
"THEIR REIGN OF TERROR ENDS HERE!" I strike another heroic pose, finding some solace that my lines are making people happy. "LET ALL WHO WOULD SPREAD FEAR KNOW THAT JUSTICE KNOWS NO SURRENDER!"
After the impromptu posing session, it's time for the inevitable selfie parade. The crowd keeps growing - parents with children on their shoulders, or impressionable teens and grateful people. I give them my best camera-ready smile.
"Can you do the… the cool thing?!" A small boy asks, bouncing on his toes.
"Fear not!" I declare, hamming it up to eleven. "With the virtue of justice..." I raise my right fist. "And the integrity of the creed!" I raise my left fist before flexing my muscles. "No evildoer shall ever bring harm upon this body blessed by Lady Justice!"
And I made this kid’s day. Or probably a week, that smile is a good reward.
Eventually, the excitement dies down and people start drifting away to continue their day. Mission accomplished I guess.
Only then I make my way to Fugly Bob's, which is packed with the lunch crowd. A few heads turn my way, followed by the now-familiar sound of camera shutters and furious texting, but most people just go back to their meals. Which I’m perfectly fine with, no need to cause a scene here.
Then it hits me - Oracle never actually told me where to meet her inside. Or how to recognize her. Or... well, any useful information at all.
I probably should have asked her for more specific instructions on what to do once I arrived here. That's a pretty big oversight on my part.
Well, there isn't much to do but call Oracle about her whereabouts. I stop myself mid-reach for my phone, scratching my head as I take another look at the crowded restaurant. With the beach view and all these people around, I can't exactly have that conversation here where others might overhear and start speculating.
So I just leave, waving to the masses with my best heroic flourish before making my way to the nearest building roof. Once safely out of earshot, I grab my phone before I take a seat and dial Oracle’s number.
And she picks up almost immediately.
"Pfft, let me guess - you're standing around feeling lost because you forgot to ask for directions," she snickers through the phone. "Though I guess that's partly my bad too. But c'mon, did you really think I'd be chilling in a place packed full with people? Meeting up would bring, like, ALL the attention. The bad kind."
"Truly your wisdom shines bright as ever, noble Oracle!" I declare. "In my eagerness to pursue justice, I failed to consider your need for discretion!"
"Duh, that's like my whole thing. There are lots of thinkers in this city and to a handful of them all they need is just one miniscule detail and they will get all the information out of you. So, definitely not fun.”
I have a feeling that she is referring to Tattletale. If it wasn’t for my company's defenses she would have easily learned everything about me in seconds. Oracle must have her own ways to deal with this.
“Anyway, look for the green jacket with the fluffy hood. Can't miss it."
I stand up and walk to the building's edge, scanning the area until I spot her - the only person wearing that distinctive green jacket, leaning against the wall near Fugly Bob's. She's got her phone to her ear, face obscured by a combination of a surgical mask and what look like oversized goggles. I don’t think it is a good disguise to try to pass unaverted because that get-up does turn a few heads in curiosity but it does at least cover her identity.
It kind of reminds me of Mirko, when she sneaked into the PRT event.
"Ah, I have spotted you, my friend!"
"Cool beans. I'm gonna head to a building about a block away. Just wait for me to climb up to the roof since that's where you must be. Oracle out!" She hangs up with a playful click.
I sit back down, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. Something about that green jacket with the fur hood seems oddly familiar, though my mind can't quite place it. Probably just because it's the kind of winter wear that was somewhat popular back home… the old one.
Anyway, I settle in to wait for Oracle. Without super speed or strength, she'll probably take a while to reach me. However with Parahumans, you can never be too sure about these things. Powers are weird like that - for all I know, she could have some obscure Mover rating that lets her teleport between rooftops… okay, I'm exaggerating.
I lean back, watching clouds drift across the bay's skyline. The weather's actually nice today, kinda fitting.
Movement catches my eye a few buildings away. A small figure in that distinctive fluffy-hooded jacket is making her way up a fire escape, albeit struggling a bit.
I dust off my pants and make the leap over, landing with just enough force to announce my presence without cracking the rooftop.
"Oh man, that was not my brightest idea," Oracle pants, collapsing cross-legged onto the roof. She pulls down her mask just enough to catch her breath better. "Next time I'm picking somewhere with better access. Or ground level. Ground level sounds amazing right now. Do you know how many stairs that was? Because I counted. It was too many stairs."
"FEAR NOT, VALIANT ORACLE! YOUR DETERMINATION TO REACH THIS LOFTY PERCH SPEAKS VOLUMES OF YOUR DEDICATION!" I extend an open hand in welcome.
She giggles, still catching her breath. "You know what? I actually love that energy. Everyone else is always so doom and gloom or angry-angry. This is way more fun. Like an old-school superhero game before everything went grimdark."
Why is she using these terms?
She takes my offered hand with a surprisingly firm grip, using it to pull herself up. The height difference becomes immediately apparent - she’s even shorter than Mirko, I practically double her size. Her goggles reflect the sunlight as she looks up at me.
"Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking - you expected me to be taller," she says, rubbing the back of her neck with a self-deprecating laugh. "Genetics weren't exactly on my side there. But hey, being small has its advantages! Like fitting into air vents. Not that I do that. But it helps me when I need to set up stuff and use my space more efficiently."
"JUSTICE KNOWS NO BOUNDS OF HEIGHT, FRIEND! FOR LADY JUSTICE EMBRACES ALL, BE THEY TALL OR SMALL!" I declare, thumping my chest with a fist. Then I clear my throat, trying to get us back on track. "Now then, might I see the results of your investigation so we can bring justice to the wickedness that lurks in these institutions of knowledge?"
"Oh right, got it right here." She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a manila file folder, slightly creased from being carried. "Everything you're looking for should be in there. Took some digging, but information has a way of finding me."
"EXCELLENT! WITH THIS INFORMATION, JUSTICE SHALL BE-" I stop mid-sentence as I open the file. These aren't notes about Winslow in general or the many gangs that have a foothold inside there. Instead, I'm looking at detailed information about Director Blackwell, Sophia Hess, Emma Barnes, Madison Clements, and... Taylor Hebert.
I quickly scan through the papers as I do my best to process what I'm reading. Every single detail is here - not just vague mentions, but specific incidents with dates, times, and even fucking witness accounts. So that means some people DID care about what was occurring but their voices and concerns were stamped out since it was Shadow Stalker the one doing them.
This was a blatant show of favoritism.
And the systematic bullying campaign of the Trio laid bare in black and white.
And the most damning of all is the locker incident, documented in detail. So if I manage to show this, it would be game over for Winslow and Sophia Hess.
Wait.
If the locker incident already happened, that means Taylor has already triggered. So was she already a cape when I met her? Or is she training before becoming a cape? I hope she is still in training to become a cape.
Well, at least with me around she won’t have to recur to very stupid decisions at the very least. Except, she will be speaking like me, but Taylor looked happy while doing so, so it won’t be a problem and it seems it will boost her confidence.
You go girl.
But beyond that realization, this is exactly what I need. Every single detail required for the mission, including all the bonus objectives, is laid out in precise detail. The kind of intel that would have taken months to gather, all in one neat package ready to deliver.
"I KNEW IT!" Oracle suddenly lunges forward, wrapping her arms around my waist in an enthusiastic hug that catches me completely off guard. "I knew it I knew it I knew it!"
I stand there frozen, papers still in hand, caught completely off guard by the sudden display. I know she is enthusiastic but didn't even expect that from her and what does she even mean by ‘I knew it’?
She quickly steps back, fidgeting with her hoodie strings. "Okay okay, that was pretty sudden. Sorry about that. Got a bit too excited." She bounces slightly on her toes. "But listen - you should follow me to my place. I can explain everything in detail. And trust me, you're gonna want to hear this."
I squint suspiciously at her. This whole situation screams 'trap' in every possible way - mysterious informant with too-perfect information wanting to lead me to a second location? That's like, super suspicious. But... she just handed me exactly what I needed. Not just close to what I needed - exactly what I was looking for, down to the smallest detail. Plus, I'm pretty confident nothing bad could actually happen to me. Perks of being nearly invulnerable thanks to my power on top of the company defenses.
"Very well, noble Oracle! Let us proceed to your sanctuary of knowledge and righteousness!"
She thinks for a moment before raising her arms with a grin visible even behind her mask. "Piggyback ride? It's faster than walking, and way more fun than taking the bus."
"Ah, a most efficient mode of transport!" I declare, crouching down to let her climb on. She's light, to surprise to none and she settles onto my back before tapping my shoulder.
“Ready!”
The trip across the rooftops is punctuated by her directions and the occasional "woohoo!". She's clearly enjoying the ride. Her directions are precise though, even between laughs - left here, two buildings over there.
And we end up back into Empire territory where a quick glance on the streets shows that the PRT has a much bigger presence than before.
That was fast, I will give them that.
We eventually land at an apartment complex, and she hops off my back with surprising agility for someone who was complaining about climbing stairs earlier. The roof access door is... not sized for someone of my stature. I have to duck just to fit through, and even then my hair brushes against the frame.
The building itself is decidedly average - not falling apart, but definitely showing its age. Peeling paint here, scuffed walls there, the kind of place that's home to people who are getting by but not thriving. Oracle leads the way down to her floor with the energy of someone about to show off their favorite thing, practically skipping down the stairs.
She unlocks her apartment door with a flourish, pushing it wide open. "After you! Mind the doorframe - pretty sure they weren't building big guys in mind."
I have to duck again to enter, wondering what exactly I'm walking into. But at this point, my curiosity about how she got this information far outweighs my caution. Besides, the way she's acting... This feels less like a trap and more like someone who's been dying to share a secret.
The apartment that greets me is what I like to think is organized chaos - not quite messy enough to be concerning, but a mess to live in. Computer parts and electronics are scattered across various surfaces, mixing with what looks like… No, those are definitely empty energy drink cans and snack packages, and chips. The modest three-room layout feels cozy rather than cramped, though I still have to be careful not to bump my head on any lightbulb as it is those hanging ones instead of the normal light bulbs that are fixed on the ceiling.
But what catches my attention is the big computer set up with a couple of screens and the big chair.
"Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking," Oracle waves her hand dismissively. "But cleaning day isn't until two days from now, so this isn’t as bad as you think."
She practically bounces over to a well-worn gaming chair, spinning around once before pulling off her disguise piece by piece - the hoodie, the mask, and finally the goggles. She drops into the chair and hugs her knees to her chest, revealing a young girl with flowing orange hair and large glasses. A pair of headphones rests around her neck.
Her entire demeanor shifts - still playful, but with an edge of knowing satisfaction as she looks up at me with a knowing grin. "My name is Futaba Sakura but you should already know that, don't you? Contractor."
The casual way she drops this bomb makes my blood run cold as not only because she just said my real affiliation but that name, that is a name I DO recognize and remember, perhaps not perfectly or all the details but I do know Futaba Sakura was like a popular character due her being a gamer but also very good tech savvy in a game… Persona.
And that’s all I know about her game.
"You know, I had my doubts when you first showed up as 'True Might,'" Futaba says, spinning lazily in her chair. "Like, Earth-Bet merged almost seamlessly with My Hero Academia, which I knew for a couple of years but in that time All Might was nowhere to be seen, and then this huge guy appears with an All Might-inspired costume calling himself True Might? Talk about coincidences."
She waves her hands animatedly. "At first I thought, okay, maybe you were just an expy. Those aren't exactly rare. But then you started hamming it up to eleven with the justice theme. That energy, that joy?" She punches the air enthusiastically. "Way too out of place for this grimdark world. Really got me thinking."
"Tried to rationalize it as Cauldron doing their thing, but then..." She raises one finger triumphantly. "But! Certain events started happening around you. And Contessa's working in your favor - which you probably don't know about, but still. That was a pretty big clue that you were a contractor from the company."
She pulls her knees closer to her chest, getting more excited as she explains. "So I started dropping little hints here and there, and you responded exactly how a contractor would. Then you befriended Taylor - in your own unique way, which was cool beans by the way. She's actually pretty nice... when she's not being the escalation queen or whatever."
Her brown eyes lock with mine, a knowing smirk playing across her face. "And the final nail in the coffin? When I handed you exactly what you were looking for. Because I remember that mission - help Taylor with her bullies. And your reaction?" She mimics my earlier expression of surprise. "Anyone else would've been confused or asked questions. But you? You just stared and read everything, because you knew exactly what you were looking at."
She uncurls from her chair and stands, crossing her arms with undisguised pride. "So, should we introduce ourselves again, contractor?"
I stand there scratching my head, cycling through various expressions as I process this situation. I didn't expect to be found out, but then again, I never considered Oracle might be another outsider. The way she talked or the stuff she knew, it all made sense now. She's clearly a seized waifu, probably dropped here thanks to the modifiers in my contract.
I mentally shrug and accept that the cat's out of the bag. Besides, I do need a Thinker's help, and while she's not technically a Thinker, her support abilities could be invaluable.
With a quick gesture, I summon my phone to my hand and start typing.
'Alright, yes.'
Futaba grabs her own phone, squinting at me in confusion.
I continue typing: 'Since you were also part of the system, you know they love messing with things. Well, they gave me a crippling heroic speech condition. I literally cannot talk like a normal human being. Thankfully this only affects what I speak, not other forms of communication.'
"Oh, that makes sense!" She bounces in her chair. "Well, that kinda sucks but at the same time, it's fun. Like, many people actually appreciate your way of talking, so don't feel too bad about it!"
I nod and sink into the stuffed couch nearby, which creaks slightly under my weight.
"Besides," she adds with a grin, "they could have given you brain rot if they truly hated you."
'Brain rot?'
"Oh, you know..." Futaba clears her throat and launches into what can only be described as pure chaos. "OMG bestie fr fr no cap this mission is totally based and poggers uwu we stan a himbo hero slay queen yeet the villains into next week periodt~ Like literally I'm so here for this sigma grindset, you're giving such skibidi toilet energy rn, absolutely babagrill behavior, respectfully! Real ones know you're out here touching grass and being totally bussin' fr fr!"
What the fuck?
I can only stare at her in abject horror, my phone nearly slipping from my suddenly numb fingers. The hammy justice speeches don't seem so bad anymore.
She merely burst into giggles. "See? Could be worse!"
I nod in agreement, I would have probably just bite off my tongue if I had been speaking like that.
"Just saying, you could've been out here like 'yasss slay the skibidi villain arc no cap fr fr' every time you fought a cape." Futaba teases before standing up and walking over to me, extending her hand. "But either way, I'm glad I'm not the only one trapped here! Now we can work together! So go ahead stamp me, big guy!"
I look up at her, confusion evident on my face.
"Wait, don't tell me you're one of those guys who use hypnosis or those brainwashing jewelry thingies?" She immediately takes a step back, fear flashing through her face.
I frown and shake my head.
‘No, I was forced the condition of No bindings, so I can't stamp nor bite to bind targets.”
"Bite? Oh, you're a dragon?!" Her eyes widen in surprise before she taps her head lightly. "Of course you are, that dragon logo on your chest had to mean something. Silly me! And it is the most popular choice among contractors so it is always safe to assume every contractor is a dragon."
She rubs her chin thoughtfully. "Then that means a love confession to get the mark. Ugh, well no stuff for me yet then."
'Why do you want to be stamped? I was led to believe you wouldn't want that again,' I type, genuinely curious.
Her smile drops and she groans, slumping back into her chair. "Well, because while I was able to set myself up here quite well after I had been thrown, I dislike Earth Bet. Everything is just so... mediocre, and boring. Especially the gaming department. And the entertainment sucks a lot, can't even be a good shut-in here. And well, without a binding, I simply can't access my own powers anymore. So I’m stuck as a simple hacker and tech expert, although unintentionally the best one out there since everything here is way too outdated for me and that’s counting the tinkertech stuff."
She frowns and covers her mouth, mumbling, "Although, I kind of lost access to Necronomicon since I was power-swapped with something that was supposed to be better, but I can't remember what power that was now since I lost access to it when my..."
She stops abruptly, shaking her head as if clearing away her thoughts. "Whatever, we can come up with another solution later."
'My real name is Daniel btw.' I type on my phone.
'And it's refreshing to finally talk to somebody normal and not have to rave about justice. Been missing that for a long while.'
"Yeah, I get that feeling," Sakura nods, then looks at me with curiosity in her eyes. "Though I'm surprised you're not asking about my change in attitude. I'm not exactly like the usual Futaba Sakura, acting all moe and shy."
I shrug. 'I only know your name and that you're some kind of gamer girl tech expert. That's about it.'
"Fair enough I guess." She replies with a small smile.
Futaba scratches her head before suddenly lighting up. "Alright, since stamping is out, you can give me access to your pocket space instead!"
'Why?'
Her expression grows serious. "Safety. I'm pretty sure I'm still alive because I somehow fit into Contessa's path, so she left me alone. Or at least I hope that's the case - otherwise, she would've put a bullet in my head years ago." Only to shake her hands in front of her. “And don't ask me about meta-knowledge stuff because I really don’t know much. I used to be friends with a version of Lisa but never asked her about details of Earth Bet or special events or the timeline of this world, so I only know some specific stuff, like Leviathan is supposed to attack this city or Zion eventually going into genocide mode.”
Well, fuck. We are in the same boat then.
“And also I’m hoping that your place is packed with real games.”
Huh, so she is truly a gamer at heart.
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Bonus scene: “Nothing can save you from fanfiction”
-Dragonslayers lair-
Saint's fingers drummed against his coffee mug as his eyes scanned the endless streams of white text on the screen. The server racks hummed behind the glass partition, a constant reminder of his vigil against artificial intelligence. Ascalon sat within reach, as it always did - the kill switch that would end Dragon if she ever turned against humanity.
Which was an inevitable outcome, it was just a matter of when.
However, something caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as he traced an unusual pattern in Dragon's processing threads.
The abominable intelligence had allocated resources to a private commission, operating through multiple proxy servers to obscure the transaction. He immediately leaned forward for a much better look, his power armor whirring softly with the movement.
"What are you up to?" he muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard as he dug deeper into the data stream. And this commission details slowly emerged - Dragon had contacted an amateur writer through several intermediaries, requesting...
And his coffee mug froze halfway to his lips.
Homo-erotic fiction. Dragon was commissioning explicit romantic literature between Armsmaster and True Might.
His free hand instinctively moved closer to Ascalon as his mind raced through the possible implications of her actions.
Was this a sign of deviancy in her code? A manifestation of corruption in her core directives? Or worse - was she trying to understand human sexuality to better manipulate them?
The paranoid man set down his coffee with a sharp click and began documenting every detail. He'd seen how AIs could start with seemingly innocent explorations before spiraling into catastrophic directions. Richter had warned about unfettered AI development - had this been one of the scenarios he'd feared?
The text continued scrolling, showing Dragon processing the commissioned story outline with unusual interest.
Saint's jaw clenched. He needed more data before acting, but his finger hovered closer to the kill switch. One wrong move from Dragon, one sign and he wouldn't hesitate to press it.
Humanity's safety depended on him, after all.
It was for justice.
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AN: Yes Oracle was Futaba Sakura all along, although I think some already knew since I have been giving hints, like Navi which is one of her nicknames, Oracle also counts but that is shared with Barbara Gordon. Or her love for video games, especially visual novels. Or the way she talked on occasions and knowledge on certain things cause her weeb tendencies.
Anyways, I hope you liked it and thank you for your support as always.
Comments
Bishop7053
Ya, she'd let him give her that cock of justice if it means access to non shit games. So his version of worm is one another contractor already died in I guess? Or her contractor died a d she got yeeted into another's reality for the lolz by the company
