(QUERY: WHAT'S YOUR LAST MEMORY?)

"what the f.u.c.k?"

Even before understanding his situation, a cold voice spoke to him, as from inside his mind.

(QUERY: DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR DESIGNATION?)

"my what? -oh you mean my name, i'm Dax, nice to meet you, weird and scary voice"

remembering what his mother always told him about being kind, unless given a reason not to, Dax greeted the strange voice.

(SUBJECT APPEARS CONFUSED. RUNNING MENTAL DIAGNOSTIC….)

"mom i've gone insane, or worse, captured, i'm sorry for disgracing the clan"

apologizing to the person he respected and feared the most in his whole life, even after her death out loud, he tried to convince himself that he was having a nightmare, or in the middle of one of his spartan-like mother's 'training sessions'.

(DISCONNECTED NEURONS DETECTED. COMENSECEING RECOVERY STIMULATION STAND BY, LOADING SHOCK PATTENS….5%...6%)

"waitwaitwaitwait!! what the f.u.c.k are you doing, and who the f.u.c.k are you!"

Dax started to panic, as his sixth sense told him that whatever the 'shock pattens' the strange voice were preparing was bad news for him.

(....15%...PRINTING DESIGNATION IN APPLIANCE FORM OPERATOR: INTEGRATED COMBAT INTELLIGENCE V20.5 OMEGA. 20%..)

"so you're an AI?"

(AFFIRMATIVE.)

"and i'm your operator?"

(AFFIRMATIVE.)

"that means i command you?"

(AFFIRMATIVE. 40%)

"then stop the 'shock patten' thing you're doing right now!"

(AFFIRMATIVE. LEVEL-9 CODE REQUIRED)

"finally, now where are we? -wait what's a level 9 code?"

thinking he had outsmarted the AI for a moment, Dax made the fatal flaw of speaking before he thought up a response.

(CODE DENIED. RESUMERING EMERGENCY SHOCK TREATMENT: LOADING SHOCK PATTENS….76%)

"wait, shock treatment!? that's not what you called it before! isn't that dangerous?"

(AFFIRMATIVE. BUT I HAVE DETERMINED IT'S NEEDED FOR YOUR SURVIVAL….97%. BRACE)

"PLEASE STOP I BEG YOU!"

(CODE-9 CONFIRMED. STOPPING TREATMENT.)

"that actually worked?"

having wounded his pride by begging for mercy Dax was momentarily stunned when his last hail mary solution worked.

(COMMENCING TREATMENT.)

"you cheeky fu-"

realizing that he had been played Dax's anger flared, but was cut short by an even sharper headache than the one he was suppressing, and after 30 about seconds of screaming, cursing the AI, and just swearing in general, he pa.s.sed out.

Now pa.s.sed out, Dax started dreaming, about how he accidently broke his mother's arm because he hugged her too hard as a child. About her happiness when she found out he where one of the few pureblood qitrons because of his immense strength, and the h.e.l.lish and spartan-like training that followed throughout his childhood and early adulthood, mastering the qitron art of combat and joining the elite 125th combined ops...o...b..tal drop troopers as their youngest officer ever, at only 20 years old.

(SUBJECT: COMMANDER DAX NEURAL RESTORATION AT 24%)

as the AI poked around in Dax's brain with electric charges, his unconscious body spasmed in the cair as hours of tedious neural repair work continued….

(SUBJECT: COMMANDER DAX NEURAL RESTORATION AT 56%....WARNING SUBJECT STEES LIMIT REACHED. NEURAL ACTIVITY SPIKING ABOVE SAFE LEVELS. TERMINATING REPAIR SEQUENCE AT 57.8%)

"well s.h.i.+t, that sure wasn't pleasant but thanks i remembered a lot"

having awoken from the pain induced coma, Dax thanked the cold sounding voice in his head.

(QUERY: DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR DESIGNATION?)

"are you gonna shock me again if i say no?"

(REPAIR FAILED. RESTARTING NEURAL RESTORATION. LOADING SHOCK PATT-)

"WAIT that was a joke! please don't shock me again, Designation Lieutenant Dax from the 125th combined operations and orbital incursion! registration 044587356420! born on cycle 0828 of the new calendar! i like redheads and- "

having completely forgotten about the possibility that he was being interrogated, Dax told the voice in his head everything to avoid being shocked again.

(PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE CONFIRMED: COMMANDER DAX ID:044587356420 UPLOADING SITUATIONAL UPDATE TO NEURAL CONNECTION)

"wait i'm a commander? and i have a neural connection? how does th"

as the AI continued to confuse Dax, suddenly huge amount of information flooded into his mind, the surprise attack doing the deep recon mission, and the emergency FTL jump he set up before being hit by shrapnel and pa.s.sing out. then the logs from the Omeg7 cruisers AI flooded his mind, giving him a complete understanding of his current situation.

"so i survived all that?"

(AFFIRMATIVE.)

"that explains the pain i've been feeling for the last while, it's after effects of cryo right?"

(AFFIRMATIVE.)

having regained some of his memories, Dax recognised the pain from a emergency cryogenic suspension, that he had to go through doing boot camp.

"okay i got it, the last things i don't understand are you, my augments, and the Omeg7 cruiser i served on, last i remember i served on a Omeg2 and that was a brand new prototype

(I AM INTEGRATED COMBAT INTELLIGENCE VERSION 20.5 OMEGA. DESIGNED BY YOU 659 CYCLES BEFORE THE OMEG7 INCIDENT. YOU USUALLY REFER TO ME BY 'ICI' OR 'OMEGA'. I a.s.sIST IN TARGET ACQUISITION AND ERADICATION)

"so i made you before all that Omeg7 stuff happened, and you help me kill stuff more effectively?"

(AFFIRMATIVE. MY MAIN MEMORY BANKS AND PROCESSORS ARE LOCATED IN THE SUBDERMAL COPROCESSOR THAT REPLACES THE UPPER PART OF YOUR SPINE FROM C-1 TO TH-7 I ALSO RUN AND MAINTAIN YOUR RIGHT ARM AND LEFT EYE)

"but that has to be a lie! technology like that doesn't exist yet, and why would i get cybernetic augments? it's against the qitron code!"

(I DETECT A DISCREPANCY IN OUR SHARED INTEL. PLEASE CONFIRM THE CURRENT GALACTIC CYCLE.)

"what the s.h.i.+t dose that have to do with anything? it's year 0850 of the of the new calendar!"

(THAT'S INCORRECT. THE YEAR IS 1568 OF THE NEW CALENDAR)

"what the fuc-"

(YOU APPEAR TO BE MISSING 718 YEARS OF MEMORIES I CAN'T RECONNECT. MORE IMPORTANTLY WE NEED TO EXIT THIs...o...b..NOW, AS THE SURPLUS OXYGEN IS RUNNING OUT DUE TO YOUR OVERUSE.)