Chapter 1

In 1954, only ten years after World War II, the world saw another great tragedy.  A product of nuclear testing in the South Pacific reared its enormous, ugly head on the small island of Japan.  Its name was Gojira—the Americans called him Godzilla.  This enormous creature attacked Japan, destroying ships, then buildings.  For nearly a week, the small island was plagued with the destruction and death this creature caused.  Though, conventional attempts proved useless against the gigantic reptile, other special weapons seemed effective.  One such device was called the Oxygen Destroyer.  Using the power of tiny oxygen particles, this powerful weapon stripped the monster down to its bare skeleton.  For now, Japan breathed a collective sigh of relief, until 1967.  Another Godzilla emerged, one that looked slightly different than the first.  Tall, gagged spines lined its back, instead of the rounded ones.  The powers of this new monster differed from the first one as well, using a pulse to repel attackers away from it.  The breath weapon of this creature had also changed.  It was stronger than the last.  Many scientists speculated that this Godzilla was created from modern nuclear testing.  The hide of Godzilla was much stronger as well.  Once again, conventional weapons proved useless.  Though, the creator of the Oxygen Destroyer died with his weapon, Japan had to now rely on other means.

The new Godzilla attacked in intervals, coming to land to feed from the nuclear reactors in Japan.  The intervals lasted a few decades at a time.  Godzilla would leave Japan for 10 to 15 years, then return—attacking only places where he could get food.  One question hung over the heads of every Japanese: Why did Godzilla attack Japan?  The answer was that the island was closer to Godzilla as a means of a food source.  But Godzilla did not just attack Japan, he also attacked a few points in Central America, searching for a bite to eat along the shore.  He always made it back to Japan.

In 1989, a privately funded organization led an expedition team into the bottom of Tokyo Bay.  This team was funded by an American multi billionaire named Gordon Knight.  His organization was called the Utah Foundation of Bio-organic Research.  This organization researched the production of bio-technology, a new form of combining living tissue with circuitry to strengthen it.  Knight hoped to achieve new ways of creating prosthetic limbs for patients who have either lost or never grew arms or legs properly.  The creations of bio-tech limbs was not what many thought.  Outsiders thought that his organization was creating robotic limbs and covering them with flesh, or flesh limbs and armoring them up.  He was doing something completely different.  Knight created a bio-synthech muscular system that would allow robotic arms and legs to have a greater range of movements.  The bio-synthech system looked like real strands of muscles and even reacted like muscle tissue.  Bio-synthech limbs—cloned muscle tissue from the patient’s body, and woven with circuitry created a safe limb for the patient.  Knight’s new prosthetic dream tested successfully.  The patients’ bodies accepted the new limb with out difficulty.  There was no need to sew donated arms or legs onto patients again, or oddly looking robotic limbs to replace the ones that were lost.  Knight’s dream came true.  Until, he was offered a proposition from the Japanese government.  Knight’s company was asked to create a fully techno-organic machine to fight Godzilla.  Components were required to clone the muscle system in order to create such a creature.  And so, an expedition was funded by Knight’s Utah Foundation to recover the sunken skeleton of the first Godzilla.  Knight did not need the entire skeleton to clone, only a fragment of bone would do for him.  The team was lead by Dr. Katsura Yugami, one of Knight’s bio-tech researchers.  This new weapon was to be called Mechagodzilla.  Mechagodzilla had a skeleton of reinforced titanium, and was covered with an outer layer of flexible, but tough latex rubber skin.  Over the latex skin was plated armor of smelted steel and titanium, covering the chest, neck, tail, and legs—much like the armor of a knight.  The face of this creature was beastly.  Its mouth was armed with rows of sharp dagger like, metallic teeth.  Knight did not think that Mechagodzilla would use the teeth—they were more for show than anything else.  Though, underneath the skin, giving Mechagodzilla its ability to move was the bio-synthech muscle system.  The muscle system looked like the color of molten silver, but felt alive.  It contracted and expanded with every movement that the enormous mecha would take.  And it could regenerate if it was damaged.  It was created from the reprogrammed cells of the bone fragment from the original Godzilla.  Knight was proud of his achievement, more so because that he could build a full muscular system from just a fragment of dead cells.

Controlling Mechagodzilla proved difficult, even hazardous a few times.  No controller seemed to be strong enough to operate the movements of the muscle system.  Dr. Yugami told Knight that something as large as Mechagodzilla required a special type of computer system.  If full potential was demanded, movements and weapons control, then Mechagodzilla required a computerized brain that could calculate and deduct every plausible outcome during battle with Godzilla.  So, it was decided, Mechagodzilla required a brain—an artificial intelligence to control it.  No ordinary computer was this AI, it was a learning machine.  Yugami wanted Mechagodzilla to be able to grow and learn within its programming.  The AI was not only going to use situations programmed into it, but also be able to deduce more through experience and learning.  It would not only learn from its environment but from outside sources—limited access to the Internet.  To control the access, Knight launched satellites into orbit.  These satellites would monitor and control the subjects and the matter the AI viewed.  Maintenance protocols were written into encrypted folders deep within the AI’s CPU.  These were security protocols that would make sure the AI would not disobey its masters.  Knight did this more out of fear than anything else.  He did not trust Mechagodzilla’s AI.  He did not like the idea of a computer having too much free will.  Katsura mentioned that the AI made Mechagodzilla seem more like a person than a computer.  That was what Knight feared the most.  Back-up protocols were installed within the CPU, these protocols would shut down the CPU completely and override the personality applications of the AI if it were to completely become rogue.  Katsura did not like these safety protocols—simply dubbed Child Safe Devices, to be installed.  She knew that teach it trust through exterior means was essential for Mechagodzilla’s growth and development.  She wanted it to learn why it was built to protect mankind.  The AI of Mechagodzilla was a sphere shaped CPU, resembling a black beach ball with many conduits and cords trailing off its sides.  And it was programmed with a  voice—a deep resonating voice.  The voice sounded as real as any human’s voice sounded, not synthesized or recorded.  They sampled the voice from Gordon Knight.  It was a handsome attribute to the CPU’s cold exterior.  Though, Mechagodzilla was a database storage of vast knowledge, he was almost like an autistic child.  He had the knowledge at his disposal, but lacked the morality to discern how to use it properly.  There was a driving force deep within the CPU, a force that demanded his freedom.  Mechagodzilla’s personality applications knew that obtaining more data was the key to his freedom.  Also, encrypted within his files was a program of self-preservation.  If the Utah Foundation were to meet with terrible means, this program would take effect—causing Mechagodzilla to strive for survival against what ever caused the calamity.

Mechagodzilla’s weapons and armament include high intensity Maser cannons located in the mouth, twin laser cannons located at each forearm, and twin rocket array pack attached on the back.  In hand to hand combat, Mechagodzilla can detach the rocket array and forearm cannons.  Located under his feet are gravity generators.  These generators have a unique ability to repel against the Earth’s gravity force, allowing Mechagodzilla to not only run at high speeds, but also leap incredible heights.  He can also remain suspended in the air for a few minutes.  A gravity generator is also located on the rocket array pack.  Mechagodzilla also has a shield array located at the sides of his hips and the sides of his shoulders.  His tail is flexible and long, also good for batting away pesky Godzillas from him.  Deep within his chest was a cannon that shot out a wave of intense cold.  This cannon was called the Sub-Zero cannon.  The chest would open up to reveal the cannon.  The gravity generators were developed by the Chrysler Motor Company—a top secret project in creating the first flying car.  It was not enough that they had to be the first to create the mini-van.  The generators were a favor done through an integration of the Utah Foundation for the loaning of the bio-synthech technology used for prosthetic limbs.  Now, their car creating robots can move twice as fast.  The Maser cannons were donated by the JSDF.  The Utah Foundation created the armor plating, the bio-synthech musculature system and the AI’s CPU.

Because Godzilla attacked mostly Japan, the Utah Foundation decided to build the command center in a remote location near Tokyo Harbor.  The base is located nearly a half mile under ground.  The hangar silo houses Mechagodzilla when he is not in use.  This is where Mechagodzilla is fed information, his CPU is put through tactical simulations, and where his body is maintenance.  The main control room is located on the top floor of the compound.  The control room monitors Godzilla’s movements with the help of satellite uplinks.  Though, the Japanese government had offered the use of its own satellites to help in monitoring Godzilla, Knight refused.  He used his Foundation’s own satellites.  He had Mechagodzilla run a diagnostic on the JSDF’s Godzilla’s alert system satellites.  Mechagodzilla’s response was: “They are too primitive for accurate monitoring and alerting.  The Foundation’s satellites  provide me with accurate GIS location and predictions of the mutant Godzilla’s positioning.”  Knight agreed with his creation and turned down the offer.  Japan did not take the decision with a grain of salt.  After the Prime Minister personally hearing Mechagodzilla’s subtle and slightly conceited response to the offer, he was furious.

The year is 2004.  Godzilla has returned to Japan once more in search for nuclear energy to feast upon.  The project of Mechagodzilla had been completed for several months now.  Godzilla had been sighted on the Eastern Coast of Japan.  The great, radioactive creature was heading towards Yokohama when the Utah Foundation satellites spotted him.  Though, Mechagodzilla was finished, a few minor glitches needed to be fixed with in the personality applications before launch.  Another reason why Mechagodzilla did not launch to fight Godzilla was because Dr. Katsura Yugami felt that the AI needed to witness and study the creature.  Mechagodzilla agreed.  Though, Mechagodzilla had other reasons to agree for not launching…

Dr. Katsura Yugami watched the screen intently as the fearsome creature, man’s great folly stepped onto the shores of Tokyo Bay.  Her breath was all a quiver and her eyes trembled.  The brutish monster known as Gojira to the Japanese roared out to the sleeping city.  Though, Gordon Knight and the rest of the Utah Foundation of Bio-Organic Research knew the monster as Godzilla.  He crossed his arms and shifted his weight, but his eyes never left the screen.  Knight scratched his nose, impatiently waiting for the great mutant to lumber over to the bait waiting for him.  He chuckled to himself, knowing that the call of an electromagnetic pulse would call the reptilian monster out from his hiding place.  This was a suitable lure for the manmade mistake.

“Watch and learn, Mechagodzilla,” Gordon said deeply.

“I am observing the scene, Mr. Knight,” replied a deep voice from one of the speakers in the control room. “Though, I do not fully understand the meaning of this exercise.  Would Tokyo be in more danger with the creature known as Godzilla so near to its city limits?”

“To fight ones enemy is to also understand its motives, Mecha,” replied Katsura. “You must understand why he attacks Japan.”

“It doesn’t look like he is attacking the country, Dr. Yugami,” Mechagodzilla said in repose. “Merely searching.  Foraging for nourishment, like the animals I have studied in those documentaries you’ve showed me.  To me, this highly does not qualify him as a threat.”

Katsura turned around only to meet the glowing amber optics of a gigantic metallic face.  The face was similar to Godzilla’s, reptilian and just as frightful.  Though, she could not see the rest of the great and powerful bio-mechanical machine for the windowsill.  She knew what was behind all that metal.  She saw the eyes within the optics.  The iris pulsated with scrutiny and the faded pupils twitched lightly.  The eyes blinked.  Katsura took in a deep breath.  She heard the sound of a trumpet calling from the screen.

“He is going for the bait, Katsura,” said Knight.

Godzilla tore through the EMP emitter, trying desperately to feast upon what energy it possessed.  He was vainly famished.  His claws ripped through metal and tore at the wires.  The monster knelt down and ripped at the emitter with his teeth, snarling hungrily as he tried to feast.  Though, this thing, this machine that emitted the energies he needed, it held none to be gathered.  The awesome mutant became enraged.  He was tricked, lured out here from his home deep with in the waters.  Godzilla let loose a great wail of frustration.

“He saw through the trick,” began Mechagodzilla. “How interesting.  I shall note this for future reference.”

“That monster has the ability to learn,” Katsura began. “Though, he only learns through his instincts, but not through reason.  That is why you and he differ, Mechagodzilla.”

“Though, it seemed nearly useless to bring him here,” Mechagodzilla continued with a cool tone. “Illogical.  If you try to protect you land, why not send him somewhere else?”

“Where else is there?” asked Katsura. “Though, he does have an island, that island does not have nuclear energies for him to feed from.”

“Though, it has other pollutants,” Mechagodzilla said. “As I have researched.”

“Yes,” sighed Gordon Knight. “It does.  It’s a dumping ground for pesticides and other harmful chemicals.”

“Not fitting for Godzilla,” Mechagodzilla deduced. “And the Japanese government discovery of plasma energy has hastened the attacks.  Godzilla feasts upon plasma like a child to a stick of chocolate.”

“A perfect analogy, Mechagodzilla,” Katsura smiled. “And a truthful one.  Plasma is a treat to Godzilla.  But Japan is not too eager to shut down the plasma plants just yet.”

“Unfortunate then,” Mechagodzilla mused. “Plasma lures Godzilla here.  You humans are capable of learning from your mistakes, why have you not learned from this one?”

“Don’t nitpick it, you over priced bucket,” snorted Gordon. “If it weren’t for humans, you wouldn’t exist.”

“And I am grateful for your gift, Mr. Knight,” Mechagodzilla replied in a strange sarcastic tone.  His tone shocked Katsura.  He was never capable of sarcasm before.  She began to wonder if his tone had changed because he was doing some extra research into disclosed company files.  Mechagodzilla’s attention turned back to the scene.  He continued: “The creature is heading further inland.  I am picking up several F-18 fighters and a few sonic raptors closing in on him.”

Katsura turned to the secondary monitor.  Mechagodzilla’s predictions were correct.  Streaking across the sky at blinding speeds were 5 jets.  Another screen showed tanks and maser cannons rolling across the land.

“The JDSF is prepared to use maser cannons against the mutant,” Mechagodzilla announced. “Though, it does seem fruitless.”

“And why is that?” Gordon sniffed.

“My research has come up with a conclusion, the more they fire at Godzilla, the angrier he becomes,” he replied. “Those weapons  have no affect on him.”

“It is—all we have against Godzilla,” sighed Katsura.

“Incorrect,” Mechagodzilla replied sharply. “You now have me, Dr. Yugami.”

“And I wonder if that is for better or for worse,” Gordon Knight mumbled under his breath.

“I assure you that I will succeed in that I was create for, Mr. Knight,” Mechagodzilla said, picking up his statement.

“Damnit, he heard me!”

Katsura smiled.  Though, she felt somewhat strange around the great bio-mechanical machine, she also took great comfort in him.  Something about his voice.  She seemed pleased to have sampled it from Gordon Knight’s own voice, only with a minor alteration in the deepness of the tone and harshness of his pitch.  Knight’s voice was harsh and gruff, almost growling at times when he spoke.  Katsura took that tone out when she programmed Mechagodzilla’s auditory nodes with it, giving him a smoother and sometimes alluring tone.  The voice was very attractive and captivating.  She wanted to feel comfortable when she was around Mechagodzilla.  His voice contrasted the sharp angles around his face and tight flash of his silvery armored plates that enclosed and protected his bio-syntech muscular system.  Mechagodzilla’s voice could only be heard though, through the PA system around the compound, inside particular offices such as her own or Knight’s, and the inside of the cockpit located in the chest of Mechagodzilla.  The voice never resonated from his mouth.  It was the central CPU speaking, Mechagodzilla’s AI and not the mechanical beast itself.  Though, through the years of building and programming, everyone who worked on the project associated the voice of the computer inside Mechagodzilla as Mechagodzilla himself.  And so, the computer became Mechagodzilla, with or without the body that housed it.  Katsura called the computer Mechagodzilla: AI, the name of the program she helped design.  And his voice was charming and realistic.  Not once, did it sound like it was sampled or programmed.  She had to watch herself when she spoke to Mechagodzilla.  Katsura often times thought she was speaking to a real person.  The way Mechagodzilla spoke, it never sounded distorted or computerized.  And it was very alluring.  He spoke in subtle and very cool tones.  Katsura smiled again.  It seemed right to give him such a voice.  Her thoughts returned to Godzilla.

“You’re mind wandered,” Mechagodzilla mentioned. “You must focus on the task at hand, Doctor.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“I’ve studied your facial expressions for the past two years, Dr. Yugami,” he replied. “Now, I can read them as if I were to read a book.  Your right eye becomes lazy and hangs farther right when your mind wanders.  Please, focus.”

“I will , Mecha,” she cleared her throat. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” Mechagodzilla’s pleasant tone replied smoothly.

Her mind was jolted back towards the screen when she heard Godzilla’s trumpet vibrate through the speakers.  She heard Mechagodzilla shift himself behind the glass, the bay that housed him.  She thought she heard him grunt for a moment as a sound actually did escape his lips.  Katsura glanced back at the mechanical beast as he quickly glanced away.  She could tell that he was fighting something inside.

“Mecha?”

“What the hell?” Gordon asked as he saw Mechagodzilla’s metallic claw come up to his face.  “I’ll send a team in there to sedate him.”

“Mecha, what’s wrong?” Katsura cried.

Mechagodzilla shook his head and rumbled deeply, trying to use the monstrous sound of his own call to calm himself down.  His head lifted back up to the window of the control room.

“I am—alright,” he announced, though that smooth voice of his seemed slightly traumatized. “I do not require sedation.  I am in control of myself.”

“What happened, Katsura?” Knight demanded.

“Mecha? Please tell me,” she pried.

“Unfortunately I cannot answer that question,” Mechagodzilla replied. “When the monster roared, something inside me moved.  Some sort of disturbing flash of memory flooded my processors. But I am prepared to delete the memory at this time.”

“Memory?” Gordon asked. “Don’t tell me, it’s the cells.  Katsura, I thought we reprogrammed the cells not to do that.”

“I thought I fixed it,” Katsura shrugged. “But it seems I didn’t.”

“He’ll start remembering scenes from 1954 and then, the body might go so far out of control that the CPU won’t be able to compensate,” Knight grumbled. “We’re lucky he did this time.  But there may not be a next time.  Reprogram the cells, now!”

“Mechagodzilla is truly an advanced CPU,” Katsura began. “Besides, you know as well as I do that if we were to get down to the reprogramming process, it’ll take another year before we’ll finish reprogramming all the cells.  Instead, I’ll just have to heighten Mechagodzilla’s security protocols.  Program the CPU to think that the strange memory input from the cells is some form of virus and the CPU  knock the memories out on its own.”

“But wouldn’t that wipe out the bio-syntech?” Gordon asked.

“No, it wouldn’t,” she said. “It’ll mainly just stop the infestation from reaching the CPU.  Mechagodzilla can work a thousand times faster than you or I, Gordon.  I’ll get on the process right away.”  Katsura got up off of her chair. “Mechagodzilla, I am going to work on you some more.  You’re not ready for launch yet.  You still have a few glitches to get out in your processors.”

“You may precede, Doctor,” Mechagodzilla said as his head nodded slightly.

“I just hope this works, Dr. Yugami,” Gordon began gravely. “For all our sakes.”

“It will ,” she smiled as she left the room.

Katsura climbed up onto Mechagodzilla’s nose, feeling her way to his right temple on his metallic face.  He could feel her hands probing away at the grooves in his helm.  He could sense every touch of her fingers.  He knew that she was trying to find the hatch to his cockpit, but the touch seemed to please him as well.  Mechagodzilla knew why, she was near the area of his synaptic cord bundles and so some of the areas on his face were more sensitive than others.  Her fingers actually tickled the metallic ridges of his eye, though he had not any concept to laugh.  He did not know how to.  He just twitched a few times when she felt along his cheek.

“Am I hurting you?” Katsura asked.

“No, it tickles, actually,” he replied coolly.

“You’re not laughing,” she said.

“Computers don’t laugh, Dr. Yugami,” Mechagodzilla informed. “I have no sense of humor to laugh.”

“Katsura, Mechagodzilla,” Katsura corrected.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Call me Katsura for now on,” she said. “We’ve known each other for quite some time now.  You can call me by my first name, you know.”

“If you insist,” Mechagodzilla said. “I will, Katsura.”

She finally found the hatch to the cockpit.  Katsura climbed in and climbed down the ladder into the cockpit.  Mechagodzilla’s cockpit was not used to operate him, more rather to do internal repairs and programming to the CPU.  It was better to do it this way than any external port.  Katsura knew every rung of Mechagodzilla’s CPU.  She sat down in the chair and began to access the main computer.

>Access Program: Mechagodzilla: AI

>Processing…Mechagodzilla: AI program online

>Login: Katyugi

>Password: *****

>Access granted…

“You are inside my mainframe, Katsura,” Mechagodzilla announced. “What is your level of pain?”

“Virus protocols, Mechagodzilla,” she replied.

“Processing,” he said. “Virus protocols are on line and running.”

“I’m going to run a new program into your virus protocols,” she said. “It’ll help you combat those strange memories.”

She inserted a laser disk into a slot underneath the dashboard.

>New virus program.  Black Ice 5.0 processing.  Accepting Black Ice 5.0.  Integrating with existing virus program.  Virus sheild is fully functional.  Firewall establsihed.

“I have a new firewall?” Mechagodzilla asked. “For the memories, I suspect.”

“That and for other protections,” she said. “Hackers mostly.”

“My CPU is well equipped to handle hackers, Katsura,” he said.

“There has been too many onslaught of Backdoor 7 Trojans attacking the base,” she said. “I just want to be careful.”

“Trojans are my least concern,” Mechagodzilla said. “But you are doing what you must to protect and insure my survival and safety.  I thank you for your concern.”

Katsura got up: “Keep running the program.  It’ll be done in about an hour.  I’m going to my office.   When you’re finished, continue your training simulations.”

“Compliance, Katsura,” Mechagodzilla said.

Katsura reached for the ladder to begin her ascent out of the cockpit.  She took in a deep breath.  The firewall was not for the hackers, it was only for Mechagodzilla.  She knew that recently he had been trying to access the company’s satellites without permission.  He was searching for something.  She was disturbed by this feeling.  Mechagodzilla was a very powerful CPU and she began to believe that he was learning too fast for her own comfort.  He asked too many questions.  Gordon Knight expressed his discerns for the AI.  He was repulsed by it.  Katsura ran her fingers through her long dark hair and climbed up the latter.

“Katsura,” began Mechagodzilla’s voice.  His voice interrupted her thoughts with its deep, alluring tone once more.

“Yes, Mecha?”

“What were those memories I keep having?” he asked innocently. “And why do I keep having them?”

“I don’t know, Mecha,” she said as she disappeared up the shaft.

Mechagodzilla began to shut down his external sensors and began to close into himself.  He ran through the simulations, one by one, he ran through them, calculating probable solutions for them.  He was fighting Godzilla within his processors.  It was like a video game.  Godzilla was the opponent and Mechagodzilla was Player One.  He ran through the moves, calculated the simulation’s next move and tried to make an accurate prediction.  He fed the data into his processors, quenching their thirst for new information.  He required more input.  He hungered for information, new and exciting.  Though, he had run through these simulations before.  There was nothing new about them.  He knew what Godzilla’s next move was because he had seen it done a thousand times.  The real Godzilla was spontaneous, not predictable.  Mechagodzilla actually sighed out of boredom from being able to predict the computer player’s next move.  He knew the patterns and he knew what to do next.  This was not acceptable for his growth.  Mechagodzilla cast off the simulation and returned all functions to his external sensors.  His eyes glowed brightly and he turned his head.  He saw Katsura hard at work at her desk.

I must have something other than a simulation, Mechagodzilla processed. This is a new concept.  Boredom.  How interesting and how illogical.  Katsura, you are a living being.  Your thoughts are as illogical as Godzilla’s.  That makes you unpredictable.

Mechagodzilla’s optics zoomed in closer to her.  She was perfect.  He needed an opponent to go against and learn about unpredictability.  Katsura was the right one.  A simple game of chance.  He would be satisfied from the information he would gather by playing a simple game with her.  He needed information, not on Godzilla, but on humans—especially Katsura.  He extended his own consciousness into her office.

“Good evening, Katsura,” Mechagodzilla began. “How are you feeling?”

His voice shocked her, emanating from the speakers around her computer screen.  Katsura caught her breath.

“Did I scare you?” he asked. “Fear, it is illogical for you to be afraid of my voice.  You’ve heard it before.”

“You didn’t warn me that you were going to be in my office, Mechagodzilla,” Katsura hefted as she swallowed. “You are to warn me on the screen before you speak.”

“I wanted to know what you’re reaction would be if I did it differently,” Mechagodzilla replied slyly. “Something spontaneous.  I found it rather informative.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to play a game,” Mechagodzilla said. “A game of Go.”

“Go?”

“Yes,” he said as the computer screen lit up with the Go playing field. “Will you play with me?”

“I’m a good player, but I’m not all that great,” Katsura sighed. “And playing against you is like playing against a computer, I usually don’t win.”

“I assure you, it  be very educational,” Mechagodzilla pressed. “Its for my growth.  I am…bored…of the simulations.”

“Bored?” Katsura asked, startled. “You were bored?”

“Yes,” he said. “I saw through the patterns of the simulations.  They were getting predictable.  I felt that I was stunted in my learning process with them. And I had found no other programs more difficult.  I had beaten them all.”

“I’ll write another simulation for you then,” Katsura said as she got up.  She felt horrified that a Mechagodzilla’s AI would become bored of the simulations.  It did not seem right to her.

“No, please, Katsura,” he began. “Sit down. Let’s play our game.  I much rather play our game than go through simulations anyways.”

“All right, Mecha,” she said. “But one game.  It is getting late and I need to sleep.”

“I hope your fatigue  not interfere with your gaming, Katsura,” Mechagodzilla imputed sharply.

“It won’t,” Katsura replied, a little annoyed. “Now, let’s just get this over with.”

The game began, Mechagodzilla was the black pegs and Katsura was the white pegs.

“Your move, Katsura,” he said. “White goes first, you know.”

Katsura made her move and then watched the screen counter her move.  She tried to think of her best moves to counter Mechagodzilla.  She studied the field intently, scratching at her nose.  Mechagodzilla waited patiently for her next move.  She made it, moving her piece to the right to capture his and make them white.  Mechagodzilla moved again, turning the board black.  Katsura felt annoyed and frustrated, shaking her head and grumbling.

“Look, I’m not good at this,” she hefted with a sigh.

“You were making some illegal moves that I decided not to comment on,” Mechagodzilla said calmly. “Moves that no computer would think to make.”

“Except probably you, perhaps,” Katsura grunted. “Are you gathering your information from all this?”

“Yes.  I am learning much from this game,” Mechagodzilla replied. “Please, continue.”

“I’m tired, Mecha,” she whined.

“We’ve just started,” he said.

Katsura shook her head and made another move, only to find that move countered and foiled by her opponent.  She shifted in her seat, her lip pulled back in a frustrated snarl.  She ran her fingers through her dark hair and leaned on her elbow.  Mechagodzilla sensed her frustration, though, he still insisted for her to stay.

Two hours had passed and Mechagodzilla had won 50 games.  Katsura’s eyelids drooped low and she rested her head on her hand.  She let loose a yawn, becoming board with loosing to him.  She wanted no more of the game.  Her head bobbed up and down and she found herself drifting away from the game.

“Katsura,” began Mechagodzilla. “You are falling asleep.”

“I’m tired,” she murmured sleepily.

“Katsura…” Mechagodzilla rumbled deeply.  He waited for her to reply.  He saw through the camera in the room that her head was completely down.  She was asleep.  His mind drifted from the game for a moment as he began to access her computer from his LAN uplink.  He began to search into her computer.  With his link, Mechagodzilla went into the company’s main server.  He accessed the Utah Foundation’s database.  Much to his surprise Katsura’s connection and account had access to a few of the company’s most secure files.  He suspected as much, knowing that Katsura was Knight’s best research analyst.  She had helped in much of the design of Mechagodzilla’s outer shell casing.  He scanned the files, trying to find what history they had on the trials of building his body.  He sensed that there was more to him than just what he was told.  He felt something inside his circuitry, a history dating far back before his activation.  Mechagodzilla’s virtual tour led him into the files concerning the bio-syntech muscle system.  He recalled that the bio-syntech was cloned tissue and circuitry woven into the tissue to help sustain it.  He knew that it was also used in the making of prosthetic limbs by the Utah Foundation.  He tried to contemplate where they had gotten the tissue sample they needed in order to build a fully functional muscle system—his system.  He connected to the database and the mainframe storage.  He gathered much of the data into his own memory banks, encrypting them into a separate, hidden file from his main processors.  Though, what he found stored in the databanks enticed him.  Mechagodzilla discovered something about the muscular system and what it could really do.  He discovered that the Utah Foundation once secretly created a bionic arm with the bio-syntech, which could morph into various simple objects.  These objects were simple weapons like knives and daggers, but attached to lengthy tentacles.  Utilizing the body’s own energy, the bio-syntech cells could replicate themselves to create these whirling tentacles and then alter their structure to create the blades at the end.  Though, he realized that the tests in controlling these blades proved hazardous for the wielder.  Though, the codes to unlock this technique were still inside the bio-syntech.  Mechagodzilla absorbed this knowledge, storing it safely in the encryption.  He backed away from those files for a moment and began to access beyond the LAN line.  Mechagodzilla managed to access the World Wide Web with Katsura’s account.  He began to research data on Godzilla.  Mechagodzilla began to access JDSF website, hacking through the line of codes to break through their protective firewall.