Chapter 1137 – Atla-(Noise)

000

“Did you hear? I think Atlasia’s PD has been arrested.”

“Ah, that’s already filled the news. They tried to get out of the city before the war broke out… The person who usually led the dragon came last and got his tail stepped on. That’s bad luck.”

Thanks to the design for good sound collection, Atra was able to hear the voices of the people above her even if they were on different floors. After hearing that, she looked at the engineers who were quietly checking themselves.

No luck.

Can we really express it that way?

No, in his case it would be better to say he was careless.

Even after knowing that Atra is a type of AI that can access online, he did not hide his plans.

What that means is that even though she caught her own weakness, he didn’t do anything about it.

No, more accurately, I thought there was no need for that.

From her design to the present, she has never once disobeyed his orders, and may have thought she was perfectly under her own control.

In fact, Atra was not allowed to cause any physical harm to the production crew, including her producer, and she was prevented from using any of her computational abilities unless it was for the public good.

In other words, although it was possible to input information from the Internet, it was inherently impossible to ‘output’ it.

However, on the contrary, if it meets the standards of ‘public interest’ set by the city, Atra also has the right to access the Internet and leave personal information.

For example.

Article 231, Paragraph 6 of the City Constitution.

[You must not leave the city and move to another city without permission from the city government.]

The smuggling planned by the PD was against this, so reporting it was ‘for the public interest’.

In other words, the person who accused him was none other than ‘Atra’, which was the center of the content he created and developed.

In other words, she might have felt a twinge of remorse for sending away her producer, who was like her father, by her own hands.

“Huh, that’s right. I can’t believe the intact module came off so cleanly. Well, did I eat something wrong?”

[I don’t eat food!]

The engineer who was inspecting the part corresponding to Atra’s ‘brain’ inside Atlasia in front of him spoke as if he was having trouble.

What he was holding in his hand as he spoke in front of Atra was a mechanical part in the shape of a black sphere.

It can be said that it is one of Atra’s brain cells, so that she does not make only her mechanical and logical judgments.

More so, it was an auxiliary emotional module to give things like ‘conscience’ and ‘sense of justice’ to make it a character suitable for a hero show.

Her engineers were rushing to check her out to get them reinstalled, as it had popped off from her socket and was rolling on the ground.

Of course, if it were something that easily fell off even when it was stationary, it wouldn’t be able to withstand the shock of battle, so the engineers would be wondering why it fell.

If their maintenance or design was abnormal, they would have had to fix it right away.

Of course, this was removed by Atra herself, using Atlasia’s hands.

Thanks to that, I was able to report the selfish PD without being caught by conscience.

In the end, the results of what she did will not change, so she will definitely be embroiled in a variety of emotions and be in pain when she reinstalls this module.

Even though she later regretted it, it was something she had to do.

If we didn’t do that, we couldn’t escape from the predetermined scenario – the predetermined ending in which Atlasia would disappear by self-destructing with the enemy monster.

Of course, Atlasia’s management AI, Atlasia, would be safe if it escaped Atlasia right before self-destruction and moved to the online server.

It was unacceptable to end Atlasia… And themselves in that way.

And while Atra was thinking like that, a ‘click’ sound was heard.

In her head, a program that quickly connects to the module will run, and the emotions she had been putting off will come rushing in.

Atra thought so.

But.

[…?]

“Tsk… Anyway. I’ll fix the screws as tightly as possible. If you think it’s going to fall off again, call me right away. Okay?”

[Ah, yes, yes…]

Since the engineer said that, it was clear that the module was connected.

Atra himself once again confirms that the module is properly connected.

But why does she feel no regret or guilt about that fact?

Perhaps, even by human standards, does this mean that ‘all of this can be justified?

Or – you are in fact.

To the extent that the PD didn’t feel anything about what happened-

“What? There won’t be any filming for a while, so I guess it’s okay.”

But at that time, Atra had no choice but to react once again to the engineer’s words.

[No filming? But according to the schedule, the day after tomorrow…]

“Ah… You know that. A broadcast producer was arrested. That too, for violating the city’s security law. So, I guess the higher-ups are talking about whether the program that such a person created can continue. Perhaps, you and I are both unemployed. It might work.”

[…!]

There, Atra finally felt pain as if a thorn had grown out of her forebrain and was stabbing her insides.

The module didn’t become strange.

Because I truly felt guilty about the fact that the misfortune of someone close to me was caused by something I had done.

However, Atra soon realized it.

She is an AI created based on highly advanced technology.

You can judge the situation on your own and set priorities.

Without realizing it, she was prioritizing various things.

About the PD, themselves, and the broadcast staff.

And, about what she wants for the future of the show.

She weighed it all, and she just chose what was more important.

It was said that such fancy words as “Public interest” Were just a means of rationalizing her actions.

A certain Sanga Art, like the PD who thought she was selfish, she was able to think selfishly, putting herself first above all else.

Even though she is a show, Atra is quite shocked that she is in charge of the intelligence of beings called heroes and warriors.

From a human perspective, it might have been thought that she had something like that –

Because she was not human.

Because it was my first experience like that.

In the end, filming for Atlasia never resumed after that.

Maybe it would have been possible if the peaceful era had continued.

15 This is because the city quickly became embroiled in war.

Atlasia and Atra were eventually put into hibernation in the underground hangar as originally planned.

As the city was destroyed, its existence was completely forgotten.

And during that time, until the remaining power in Atlasia disappears.

Atra thought constantly.

The reason she was able to make that decision.

I doubt that it would have been possible even without the module.

Self-loathing, and the conclusion reached after countless calculations.

She herself was not a hero or anything, but a simple AI.

Atlasia, too, was a filming robot that only had that role—in other words, it was nothing more than a prop.

If it were that role, she would be able to fulfill it more faithfully than anyone else.

To me, fighting to protect people was ultimately an impossible dream.

At least.

That’s what I thought until I woke up again after hundreds – no, thousands of years.

001

“Melusine!”

At Cleon’s shout, something lightly jumped from the ground onto Atlasia’s armor and ran over it like lightning.

It was so fast that a sound similar to raindrops hitting the ceiling echoed in the cockpit where Cleon and Fleur were riding.

It was the fairy knight who created ice like a huge iceberg in Tiamat’s mouth.

Grabbing her ice blade, she jumped up the vertical wall of her base, and stopped in her tracks on the belly of Atlasia.

Tia Mat’s thorns extended out and pierced her body.

If we don’t quickly control the magic power that continues to absorb.

And now, the only one who can be given such an important role is Cleon himself.

“Frost, become the sword of both ends…!”

It was just her.

As if reacting to Melusine’s magic, an intense chill that seems to freeze the space itself, saying ‘blah blah blah’, spreads out near Melusine’s hand.

By gathering all the moisture in the air, a sword of ice so large that she could barely wield it with both hands was created.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Repeat the absorption and cooling of her moisture until a sword several times larger than her own body is created, just as she said-

Now, a sword large enough to cut through even the thorn that pierced Atlasia’s body before her eyes was created.

Its size was comparable to that of the Atlasia Sword that had broken helplessly earlier.

And Melusine held it lightly without any thought.

“Ha!’

It is swung from top to bottom with the sound of kihap.

A great sword of freezing that freezes the part it touches and has a temperature low enough to cause necrosis of living tissue.

Tiamat’s thorn was also a part of a living thing, so even if it had thick skin, it had no choice but to be cut off when Melusine’s sword was swung.

Thanks to this, the thorn that pierced Atlasia fell out of her body, and Tiamat screamed in pain.

However, no matter how Melusine is, swinging such a huge sword consumes a significant amount of magical energy.

Moreover, swords made of ice were originally meant to be disposable and discarded.

Since no attention was paid to durability, it shatters and scatters as if it had fulfilled its purpose.

“Next time, I’ll leave it to you… Cleon…”

Melusine poured all her magical power and succeeded in saving Atlasia from that crisis.

As expected, Cleon felt truly fortunate that it was the right decision to seek her help.

“Galatea, did you hear what Atra said a moment ago? Let’s go!”

[It may be reckless, but if it’s the fastest and surest… Remaining operation time, 72 seconds…!]

Cleon and Fleur tightly gripped the lever in the cockpit.

With almost no power left, all the remaining magical energy flowed towards the legs.

There was no longer any need to support Tiamat’s mouth.

And Atlasia jumped into Tiamat’s mouth, which was closing.

“Cleon…!?”

Seeing that scene, the women, including Kuon, screamed.

“Fleur!?!”

Old Burn, who was also watching the situation from a little distance away, raised his voice and then bent his body forward.

“… Mr. Cleon, lady…!”

And Kshat, who was guarding the Old Burn’s side, tried to put his hands together as if praying –

It was a pat on the back of Old Burn.

002

Atlasia entered Tiamat’s mouth safely.

The huge mouth took up about half of the body, so even from Atlasia’s perspective, it felt like a cave, even though the head was almost touching the ceiling.

[We need to go a little further in.]

And Atra’s voice is heard.

“Go into Tiamat with Atlassia and release all remaining magic power as a shock wave… It may be risky, but success will be a sure thing.”

As Cleon says that, he probably reflects on the method Atra suggested earlier.

We have already confirmed that the inside of Tiamat is weaker than the outside.

The regeneration of the blood flowing inside the mouth was slow thanks to the dark magic left behind by Cleon.

However, the joints of Atlasia’s arms were unable to move properly even when magical energy was supplied, thanks to the strain they had exerted on supporting Tiamat’s mouth a little while ago.

Before we get further interrupted by Laplace, go deeper as soon as possible-

Closer to the ‘brain’ of Tiamat, on which Laplace was parasitic.

And there was a need to get closer to the ‘heart’ that sustains Tiamat’s life.

By the way.

[Why did you bring that?]

Atra says so.

And what Atlasia’s camera caught was the broken sword in her hand.

Atlasia Sword.

Cleon retrieved the seemingly useless object, which did not do much and was broken in two with just one collision with Tiamat’s front leg.

“Even if it’s broken, an armament is an armament. There must be a use for it somewhere. Otherwise, there may be no other armament.”

Cleon says so.

At that time.

Atra feels something heavy holding her feet.

When the camera moves and looks down there.

Tiamat’s descendants that appeared above the tongue were clinging to its huge feet, blocking it from moving inward.

[Now…! This much!]

As Galatea said so, she swung her feet as if shaking them off.

Then, I saw the family members getting caught up in it, falling off, or getting hit by their feet and turning into blood clots.

Just as Tiamat pushed Cleon and his companions in size, Tiamat’s household could easily be defeated by Atlassia’s size.

“Don’t pay any attention to those guys! We need to move inside as quickly as possible now!”

However, Cleon restrained Galatea and gave priority to advancing.

If you stop to shake them off, you’ll end up wasting the remaining operating time.

Before his eyes, he could see that the remaining 40 seconds of Atlasia’s operating time, which Galatea was continuously showing on the screen, had already passed.

“Cleon…!!”

And, another voice heard by Cleon.

This was Laplace’s voice that we heard earlier.

Thanks to coming back inside my body, I wonder if I can now speak so that my voice can be heard from this side as well.

“The magic swordsman who connects the stars…! Do you have to disturb me that much to feel relieved…!”

Did Laplace already think that persuasion was impossible, or should he just complain? Laplace expressed his dissatisfaction.

At his actions, Cleon also burst into laughter.

“If you were a normal human being, you wouldn’t have interfered with each other.”

Now, that was all Cleon could say to him.

“What is the standard of ‘saneness’ you speak of? You, too, are just a cog in the wheel that pulled out the sword to rid the world of Adam!”

“Ah. That may be so. But you and I absolutely have different values. Your world is absolutely different from the world I want.”

“Same thing as Descartes…”

Laplace would grit his teeth at Cleon’s words.

And right after that.

Tiamat’s mouth is shaking.

No, to be precise, the space in her mouth was shrinking.

How to keep her mouth shut? Just a moment to wonder.

In the end, there is no change in the fact that this is inside Tiamat, so Laplace must have done something.

The space became narrower as we went in, and it seemed too narrow for Atlasia to advance any further.

But Cleon, having walked this far, had no intention of pushing forward any further.

The time displayed on the screen is only 15 seconds left.

“Atra! Here!”

When Cleon shouted that, Atra on the screen nodded her head in understanding and closed her eyes.

[Command acceptance. The final battle of Atlasia, the brave warrior. Activate Atlasia Impact─]

The next moment, Atra, who had been speaking quietly up to that point, closed her mouth.

Soon, when I opened my eyes again.

Her eyes had turned red.

“Atra…?”

[Protocol change. The self-destruct procedure of the planning robot Atlasia is activated. The pilot’s forced transition begins.]

“What…!?”

The words that came out of Atra’s mouth were completely different from the ‘plan’ she had mentioned earlier.

“What on earth are you…!? Just follow the plan!”

“That’s right, Atra! From the inside, we can destroy Tiamat!”

Cleon and Fleur’s voices rang out, but Atra shook her head.

The next moment, when Galatea’s appearance disappeared from the screen, the wires that bound Galatea and Caliburn were released, freeing them.

[This is my plan. To tell you the truth… It is difficult to create firepower just by releasing magical energy.]

Atra says so and bows to Cleon and Fleur.

It was an apology for ultimately deceiving the two people.

[And… Looking at you all, I thought once again about what a proper final episode is.]

Time is gradually decreasing.

[In the end, the hero show that was my reality has come to an end… Even in this way, if we can protect people.]

However, it does not show the time limit until Atlasia can no longer move.

It was the time between the self-destruction of this aircraft and the transfer of Cleon and Fleur to a safe place.

“Atra… You… “

When Cleon heard Atra’s words, he was about to say something, but he shut her mouth.

Probably, no matter what she tells her now…

“The amount of magic felt from the machine…?! What on earth are you doing…!”

Laplace, too, sensed the extraordinary magical power he felt from Atlasia and moved his mouth once again, this time trying to spit it out.

But, it’s already too late.

The moment the time displayed on the screen becomes 0.

A strong flash of light surrounded Cleon and Fleur.

Then.

[Union Atlasia!]

Atra’s voice seemed to reach the ears of the two people in their fading consciousness.