“Mr Snow, it’s so good to see you again! Be patient, I remember you never liked neural implantations, because anybody who can hack them can read your current emotions, hijack and edit your memories, influence your mind on several… incidents, should I say?”
There she is. NAIA. Neural Artificial Intelligence Application. All cloaked up in purple. Invented by the world-renown but mysterious scientist Mary Foley, NAIA was supposed to be the first AI to repair the minds and dreams of humans through neural reconnecting. Few would have suspected that the reconnecting of the neurons would have also improved the physical aspects of humans, turning them into mindless killer beings. Then again, few knew the heart of Mary Foley, as she lost her life, her entire family and friends at a wedding, killed by the Wickeds, according to police reports.
The worst part isn’t getting hunted down. It’s the awful realisation that your in your entire mission, you were possibly, never the predator hunting down they prey in the first place.
“Don’t be so sad! You did very well in solving the crypto codes I personally placed down to clock my existence, in fact, you should be heralded as the hero who almost took down the great NAIA! But no-one could possibly find that interesting, so you should just become one of my many servants, protecting humanity through my power of terror.”
She did forget to mention that complete control of the mind from external applications means total loss of the mind, an ‘invisible death’ the modern doctors of Magnetica called it.
“Tell you what, let me tell you a story, a tale of the birth of the legendary NAIA, of course, you won’t be able to not hear it, as I’ve disabled your audio control, aha. But your obsession with ‘completion’ should be happy! Especially that time you tried to kill your fellow officer as they hid a puzzle piece which would have made you the fastest Federal officer to finish a 1 million puzzle piece.”
It is slightly disturbing that this killer seems to know a lot more about my past then my own missing partner.
“Have you heard of the story of the witch and the flower? Well, the story goes that the girl found a golden flower, one which grows every 77 years. the flower had the power to transform her into a powerful witch, in exchange for her life for one year. So she decided to change the world. Destroy all those who mocked her unbeauty, killed the powerful, saved the poor by prematurely ending their lives, until there was no one left. Sad and lonely, the lonely witch cried until her last hours, her tears bringing forth new life in the mountainside, where to this day the golden mountain exists, full of witches flowers.”
“Ah yes, the Mayfly flowers, those were the times. You gave them once to someone you liked didn’t you? She brushed them off cheaply, and you ran away, hurt. I don’t think she really wanted to let you close to her. As all who gets close to her dies. It’s in her nature to kill those who get close to her, like a scorpion. But you, you were that frog who stuck by. Hiding her records of animal cruelty because she wanted to become a protector of Hybrids. Ignoring her compulsions of killing people who disturbed her… research. But perhaps – I’m just a robot, nothing more, no less – this girl, my inventor, was glad you were a part of her life, till the bitter end.”
“You’re all mine now.”
And as NAIA uncloaked herself. The full mystery of the first AT killer was revealed to me. And as she pieced my artificial heart, the last fragments of my thoughts could not help but wonder why I did not solve this case earlier.
My partner in crime.
The scientist thought to have died in our wedding massacre.
The serial killer who I love.