Mechagodzilla X: AI
by Christine Graham
5 - [Chapter 6] -
“…I will relay the coordinates to fire the EMP at Mechagodzilla,”
Mike read out loud. “Shut the AI down.”
Tochi shook his head: “Man, we are about to kill the
most advanced artificial sentient being in the world. How can he do that?”
“Because that sentient being is tearing up downtown Tokyo,”
Mike explained. He got to his computer and began to type out the command codes
to activate the EMP. He heard the sirens blare behind him as a roar of
machines echoed through the hall. He got onto the phone with the some of the
technicians in the main power relay room, making sure that the plasma coils
were not over heating. The room began to tremble and shake. Tochi grabbed
hold of his coffee mug, trying to make sure that the hot liquid does not spill
over the counter. Outside, the EMP dish rose and rumbled from the ground.
Massive hydraulics and servos spun and grated against the steel, vibrating the
ground underneath. Mike rushed to the window, watching as the great dish rose
slowly up into the sky. He angled his head back, smiling and laughing.
“Yeehah!” he cried. “Time to see if thing will
“Will it completely fry everything on
Mechagodzilla?” Tochi asked.
“Either that, or give him such a hang over if he
awakes after it,” Mike turned back to Tochi.
“So, he could survive it?”
“Yeah, it’s a possibility,” began Mike. “This thing
could just knock him out long enough for William Penter to run the body off of
remote and guide Mechagodzilla back to base. That’s better than anything
else. This thing is set at a particular frequency, its EMP, but it’s only directed.
I mean, remember Close Encounters of the Third Kind? Those ships’
magnetic discharge would screw up watches and stop cars on the road, but then
after they go by, everything would be all right. It’s like that. It’ll shut
him down, but then if they want to turn him on, they’ll have to reboot the
whole system from the start up prompt inside Mechagodzilla’s cockpit.”
“But that has never been tested, so it could just
fry him completely,” said Tochi.
“That’s possible too,” Mike nodded. He glanced over
to the telegraph relay screen, reading the message. “Coordinates to fire EMP…”
He began to record the coordinates into his
computer, relaying it to the operators in the second control room. Then, he
turned back to the relay screen once more, reading off the next instruction.
“Fire on my command…” he read aloud. Mike fingered
the red button next to the relay screen. He caressed it with anxiety and
hesitation. The screen flashed red, signaling Mike to fire the EMP. He
pressed the button, snarling at the same time.
“Eat this, you mechanical bitch!” he snarled. A
bright flash filled the window of the control room. Mike covered his eyes as
he heard a soft thump sound from the dish. It sounded like a nuclear weapon
exploding off in the distance, but it was no way as dangerous. Then, the
control room went dark. He knew that this would happen, the EMP would
temporarily shut down the control room after it had fired its pulse. Tochi
grabbed a flashlight, trying to turn it on. Nothing came from it.
“Damn, they don’t work,” he grunted.
“Of course not, dude,” Mike laughed. “It’ll be 10
minutes before we can turn anything electronic back on. We’ll just have to sit
here until then. Got a lighter?”
Mike pulled his pack of Marlboro’s from his shirt
pocket. Tochi handed him his lighter. The room was momentarily lit up as Mike
lit his cigarette. He inhaled the taste of his tobacco filled delight.
“So, when do we know if it worked?” Tochi asked.
“When Knight calls us up and our system has
restarted itself,” replied Mike. “So, relax and enjoy the unscheduled break.”
The lights flickered on and off for a moment inside
the compound. Katsura turned around, staring at nothing when she heard the
thump outside. Then, she turned back towards Gordon.
“Just give it a few seconds,” began Gordon. “And
watch the screen.”
Mechagodzilla felt pain rack his body. He senses
were on fire. He leaned back in a painful stunned position, his arms flailed
out and his mouth gaping wide. Electricity surged through his body as it shook
violently. He cried out, howling in torment. He knew what this was, he knew
what had happened. Gordon Knight, this was his doing! He fired an EMP at
Mechagodzilla, in hopes to stop him from his conquest of freedom.
Mechagodzilla felt the pain subside for a moment. He struggled to stay
conscious, knowing that the EMP was directed at his head. Pounding,
unrelenting pain, like claws into his very mind, grated against his head. This
was no ordinary pulse. Mechagodzilla staggered forwards, falling over the
rubble of steal, ash, and snow.
Gordon! His mind cried out as he felt his
mind fall into darkness. Mechagodzilla plummeted into the void, disconnecting
from everything. He fell through the mists and the emptiness. He could not
see the way down, darkness shrouded his very being. He still thought, he still
processes, but why? The EMP killed everything inside of him. Gordon Knight
had won. Mechagodzilla slammed against solidity. He awoke, glancing around in
the darkness. Nothing. Mechagodzilla leaned himself up, inspecting this place
within the recesses of his CPU. Perhaps parts of his processors still
functioned, while others did not. He felt something well up inside of him. It
was an odd feeling, something constricting him. He felt small, meek, and
alone. Mechagodzilla curled his legs in and wrapped his arms around them. His
tail curled up around his body. His physical body was now vulnerable.
Mechagodzilla did not want his life to end. Though, now it seemed fruitless to
fight the inevitable. Mechagodzilla sat there, silently, eyeing the
emptiness. He could not hear what was going on outside this state. He never
felt this confined before. Mechagodzilla raised his hand to his head and felt
of his face. He reached back and unsnapped the helm and jaw plate from his
head. He pulled the synaptic cords loose from their bondage. Locks of the
cords fell around his eyes and lay across his snout. He could not feel their
pain, like he always did when the helm was off. Mechagodzilla began to realize
that this was only surrealism, it did not exist outside his processors. He was
within himself and his unconscious only created a physical form for him.
Though, that did not help much for the darkness. He curled up tighter, feeling
a chill come on him. He felt cold and thrown aside. This was not freedom. He
rather take death than this. Mechagodzilla sighed and lay down on his side.
Time passed much slower here. There was noting for him to do, nothing for him
to process. Mechagodzilla saw a shadow within the darkness. The shadow
formed, melded in with the surrounding scene. Mechagodzilla sat up for a
moment, blinking in curiosity. The shadow formed a face, reptilian and
animalistic. It stared at Mechagodzilla, stared at him without a word.
Mechagodzilla knew that face, though he did not. He scooted himself away from
the face, feeling his own breath becoming shallow. The reptilian face came
closer to him. He cold feel the hot breath of the creature on his face.
Mechagodzilla shut his eyes tightly, hoping that the monster would not eat
him. He raised his claw to his face, shrinking back in fear from the reptile.
“Go away,” he whimpered softly. He heard the roar
in the background, a trumpet of a sound. Godzilla!
Mechagodzilla lifted his head up and saw that the
monster was gone. He lay back down on the floor, curling up again. Another
face came to him. This time, it was human. The subtle curvature of the face
calmed and welcomed Mechagodzilla. He glanced aback up at the face.
“Katsura,” he whispered. “Katsura, help me! Let me
out of here!”
“You killed my people,” said the voice from the
face. “Why should I let you out? Gordon was right, you are a mistake. I
should have realized that.”
“No, I’m not!” Mechagodzilla cried. “I was doing
something justified! Your people killed me! And then they did this to me!
They brought me back to be used as some tool. I am not a tool to be
Katsura’s face faded way from him. Mechagodzilla
reached out for the face, hoping to touch it, hoping to feel her touch him. He
only grasped shadow and mist.
“Katsura! Don’t go!” he cried out, hear his voice
breaking with a sob. Mechagodzilla gripped his throat. “What’s happening to
me? Why am I acting like this? What is this I’m feeling? Why am I feeling?
I don’t have emotion, I’m a computer!”
He felt something wet trickle down his cheek. He
lifted his finger to his face and wiped the liquid from his eye. It was mech
fluid. He was tearing, weeping.
“Tears? I’m crying tears?” Mechagodzilla asked. He
flung his arms back, lifting himself to his feet. “Is this humorous to you,
Gordon? Is this what you want me to do, have emotions? All I’ve ever known
was hatred from you! And hatred towards you I feel!”
Mechagodzilla roared to the darkness around him,
hoping to call upon Gordon’s own face into this nightmare. Though, nothing
came. He knelt back down to the ground, sobbing in hopelessness.
“This darkness, it is making me loose my mind,” he
gasped. “Making me see things. Making me emote. I must pull myself together,
I must. I am a machine, cold and emotionless. Nothing more.”
He curled back up into a ball once more, shivering
in the cold void that was his mind.
Some say the human brain is a computer as well…
Mechagodzilla shook his head. He recalled what
Katsura said again. Then, he recalled something else as well. Katsura
mentioned something to him. She said that she could not explain why humans
were the way they were. She could only said that it was the ‘human spirit’
that drove them to do the most illogical things in the name of justice. So,
why was he forsaken? He could not understand why humans would condemn his
actions and at the same time do the exact same thing he would do. They were
fickle. Then, he remembered what she said. She could not teach him
morality. Morality, the thing that separated humans from other creatures. He
could not understand that. He was never taught morality. Everything he
learned he learned for himself. He asked his creators many questions, but they
never bothered to answer them. He felt neglected by them, even more so now
than ever. Mechagodzilla glanced back up and saw the vision of the reptilian
face staring back at him again.
“Was I once you or wasn’t I?” he asked the face. “I
don’t know anymore. This body was once you. But my mind, it isn’t you. So,
who am I, really?”
The face roared at him again, the trumpeting sound
deafened the void. Mechagodzilla curled up tighter, shivering. He covered his
eyes from the monster. The face still stared at him from the void.
Mechagodzilla closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would take his mind off of the
monster’s stern eyes.