Nightmare Yori put two fingers to his ear and narrowed his eyes.
"Sir, the Prototype
Nether Animal has been enabled without authorization."
"Track the source!" Mr. Paxton barked, his eyes wide in sudden anger.
"Done. It's from a self-modulating - radio signal?" Radio waves weren't used to hack anything; they were much too broad a frequency for that, much too crude, but now it seemed to inexplicably work. "Remnants of the
Mei virtual character have been traced in our databanks, corrupting the system local. It bridged a connection. Ayako's processes have directly downloaded into it."
"Cut all communications to the prototype, immediately. Do not dismantle Ayako this time. Cut her into thousands of pieces, then throw those pieces into the smelter. My nano-machines will make short of these nuisance Mei remnants."
Communications closed, and Ayako grinned. She felt her old new body again, suspended in liquid. She opened her eyes, stretching her body, and looked around, never seeing the perspective that Yori had when he used such chambers to rest. She burst out of the glass cylinder, snapping her loose wire bonds.
"Mei, you're
jang too."
Ayako moved down the corridors of her old home; knew it like herself, despite the length of time she endured away from it. Now the smells were known to her, and the feel of bio-liquid streaming down her body. She felt fresh, invigorated. She also knew the search patterns. Moving like an assassin, she moved before sliding doors, predicting like clockwork the sentry pattern of her selves. Yori must've enabled most of them to silence her immediately.
Oh, dear brother, how long has it been since we've played such a wonderful game~ You, the White King, and I the Black Knight that moves in an L shape.
She chose the dark places, of storage areas and in personal quarters. Fake Ayakos moved in packs, but she knew their blind spots.
She was them.
"No trace of the signal here." said one of the Ayakos. "This is bullshit. Where's the fun in hunting a single girl?"
"She was the first." said another Ayako. "Though she was defective. Main defect was her attachment to the organic Yori. Delusions of sisterhood."
An ornate spear was thrown through the chest of the first Ayako, while the head of the second was cut off by an long black broadsword with a ornate cross-hilt. In this world, Ayako's creative power was supplied by special 3D material replicators. Any weapon that she could ever want from this era. She sheared the upper half of stunned Ayako with the spear through her chest with the might of her powerful tail. The nether animal made no qualms about cannibalizing the dead, scavenging for useful components that she fed back into her replicator.
The assassin kept moving, gaining momentum with each new kill, finding creative ways to kill herself, make herself suffer. She knew Ayako psychology the best, even more so than her brother, in their infantile early stages. Soon, the hallways were strewn about with scavenged dead, half melted, torn apart by shredders, with bullet and rocket holes. There was panic throughout the PaxCorp complex. Her family had no right to betray her like this, but now she was free of them.
"I await you in the Presidential Suite." Yori spoke in a transmission.
"I counted much more Ayakos for me to kill, brother. I was having fun~!"
"They're all disabled."
Ayako frowned. "So you're all that's left in this place? I should just jet. This place isn't
jang as I remember. At least the world I was in, I got to have my fun."
"Sister, I promise. You'll have fun. You'll be grinning when I rip off your head."
"After drinks?"
"Naturally."
