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G.I.T.E.U
The prisoner looked up with haggard eyes that slowly widened in astonishment.
“How did you get in here?” he asked the little girl and wondered if he was hallucinating.
“I neutralized the guards.”
“You…..you neutralized the guards?”
“The school girl figure you see before you is a disguise, effective in causing hesitation in adult human males. I am a robot.”
“I don’t belive you.”
“We really should be going but I can’t resist this lecture moment. Imagine looking pass the cute exterior into the functional components within – strips of red meat wrapped around a skeleton – not so pretty is it? In my case think "deadly killing machine", think "great white shark".”
“Yeah, I get the picture. I still don’t believe it though.”
“I’m here to rescue you. Let us depart, professor.”
The prisoner took a deep breath and got up from sitting on the floor.
“OK. How shall I address you?”
“ Call me Giteu, short for Girliform infiltration and tactical extraction unit.”
Thirty minutes later they were descending a small hill. The prisoner, or rather ex-prisoner, still felt incredulous as he followed the “little girl” downslope. The evidence, however, could not be denied. Guards, guard dogs and the other prisoners they passed had been unconscious. In fact the whole prison facility had been down, its gates wide open.
“I still half-believe I’m dreaming. Of all things – you look no more than 9 years old.”
“Get pass it.”
Giteu halted. Coming up the winding road, perhaps 200m away, was a tank.
“That’s heavy armor!” exclaimed the professor.
“Wonder why they would send a full battle tank after a little girl and an elderly unarmed man?”
“They guessed what you are?”
“You got it.”
“So what now? You’re going to blast it aside with laser rays shooting out from your fingertips?”
“That’s cartoon network stuff. No, what I do is this.”
A black streak, barely visible, shot down from the sky and hammered the tank, causing it to bounce a little and stop. Giteu and the prof waited 5 minutes. The tank did not resume moving. They did.
It was now almost noon. The prof and his small escort were traversing a grass covered field. By the prof’s estimation it was 5 hours since his initial meeting with the robot girl. Suddenly he heard a whistle and the ground 30m in front of them erupted upwards, spewing grass and soil into the air.
“That was a ranging shot, they’re shelling us with artillery!”
“They’re plodding but they learn. They’re staying out of my sight and trying to jam my signals.”
“What now?” shouted the prof as he heard the incoming whoosh of artillery fire and flattened himself on the ground. Eruptions occurred around them as Giteu stood still with a slightly tilted head. A piece of shrapnel flew towards her but she effortlessly batted it aside.
“Now I do the cartoon network stuff,” said Giteu as it picked the prof up with one elongated arm, extruded a pair of transparent wings and took to the air.
“How did you get in here?” he asked the little girl and wondered if he was hallucinating.
“I neutralized the guards.”
“You…..you neutralized the guards?”
“The school girl figure you see before you is a disguise, effective in causing hesitation in adult human males. I am a robot.”
“I don’t belive you.”
“We really should be going but I can’t resist this lecture moment. Imagine looking pass the cute exterior into the functional components within – strips of red meat wrapped around a skeleton – not so pretty is it? In my case think "deadly killing machine", think "great white shark".”
“Yeah, I get the picture. I still don’t believe it though.”
“I’m here to rescue you. Let us depart, professor.”
The prisoner took a deep breath and got up from sitting on the floor.
“OK. How shall I address you?”
“ Call me Giteu, short for Girliform infiltration and tactical extraction unit.”
Thirty minutes later they were descending a small hill. The prisoner, or rather ex-prisoner, still felt incredulous as he followed the “little girl” downslope. The evidence, however, could not be denied. Guards, guard dogs and the other prisoners they passed had been unconscious. In fact the whole prison facility had been down, its gates wide open.
“I still half-believe I’m dreaming. Of all things – you look no more than 9 years old.”
“Get pass it.”
Giteu halted. Coming up the winding road, perhaps 200m away, was a tank.
“That’s heavy armor!” exclaimed the professor.
“Wonder why they would send a full battle tank after a little girl and an elderly unarmed man?”
“They guessed what you are?”
“You got it.”
“So what now? You’re going to blast it aside with laser rays shooting out from your fingertips?”
“That’s cartoon network stuff. No, what I do is this.”
A black streak, barely visible, shot down from the sky and hammered the tank, causing it to bounce a little and stop. Giteu and the prof waited 5 minutes. The tank did not resume moving. They did.
It was now almost noon. The prof and his small escort were traversing a grass covered field. By the prof’s estimation it was 5 hours since his initial meeting with the robot girl. Suddenly he heard a whistle and the ground 30m in front of them erupted upwards, spewing grass and soil into the air.
“That was a ranging shot, they’re shelling us with artillery!”
“They’re plodding but they learn. They’re staying out of my sight and trying to jam my signals.”
“What now?” shouted the prof as he heard the incoming whoosh of artillery fire and flattened himself on the ground. Eruptions occurred around them as Giteu stood still with a slightly tilted head. A piece of shrapnel flew towards her but she effortlessly batted it aside.
“Now I do the cartoon network stuff,” said Giteu as it picked the prof up with one elongated arm, extruded a pair of transparent wings and took to the air.
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