Page 13 of Monstrous Rampage
That made my selection easy, at least. “What’s his designation?”
“BGR++.”
His file expanded, displaying an image of a Giganotosaurus Rex. Big, yeah, but pretty much like Axxol as far as I could tell. “How is he different from a BGR+?”
Another T-rex popped on the screen, its head barely coming up to the other dinosaur’s shoulder. “Overall mass increased by twenty-five percent compared to the previous generationof BGR+. Skull size increased twenty percent for more brain power, reinforced to withstand increased bite force roughly double the standard BGR+.”
“Damn,” I breathed out, shaking my head. “How did you give him a higher bite force?”
“His jawbone, teeth, and jaw musculature were inspired by the megalodon.”
A bigger, badder T-rex than Axxol, who claimed he was so dangerous they quit making his designation entirely. Evidently not.
“His pilot skills have never been successfully tested, but he was engineered to use the lowest frequencies possible to minimize visible light trails of his jumps.”
Ah. The very thing that gave away our location as soon as we moved to Lake Atitlán. “Why was his pilot skills never tested?”
“The probability of escape risk was too high.”
Meaning they couldn’t control him. They couldn’t ensure he wouldn’t simply disappear with their precious Sirian cells and all the new technology the stuffed inside his bigger brain. Which was good for my plan…
As long as he didn’t kill me first.
7
HOLLY
Iread through everything in the BGR++’s file, fighting through alternating waves of exhilarating hope and bone-chilling terror.
Even DSC could barely control him. The cocktail of sedatives and substances they used to control all dyni no longer worked on him for more than seconds at a time even at insanely high doses.
Worse, tungsten, the only metal that could withstand dyni strength and power, couldn’t force him to shift into his less formidable humanoid form. They couldn’t put him to sleep for reprogramming, let alone decommissioning so they could retrieve the programmed cells. A copy of the termination order was still in the file.
Eject BRG++’s cell into the nearest supermassive black hole and verify destruction.
Instead, Snyder had brought him here to this tin can of a ship.
The BGR++ refused to shift, so his massive ‘roided-up T-rex was crammed into a tiny tungsten cell. He’d also refused to accept any food after they’d used it to drug him.
Even scarier, they’d included a recent log of his thoughts captured by his Sirian cells.
Should have killed them all while I had the chance. Twist the fabric of space and time into an infinite wormhole. Destroy everything. Kill everything. Feast. Then self-destruct and end the torment.
“How are you able to capture his thoughts but you can’t access the programming and shut him down?” I asked the computer.
“We suspect increased mental instability allowed a rare moment of monitoring to slip past his defenses. We haven’t been able to capture any additional logging since.”
Mental instability. AKA the poor guy was going mad trapped in that cell. “How long has he been confined like this?”
“BGR++ came online approximately one Earth year ago. After a one-week trial, this model was flagged for termination.”
One week of so-called life. The rest of his short life was prison. No wonder he was crazy. “I didn’t see his name in the file.”
“Dyni aren’t named until they form a squad. He’s known only by his designation at this time.”
“What if there are multiple dyni with the same designation?”
“In that case, a number would be generated. When dyni are fully engineered like these candidates, our best practices specify only one creation of each designation exists at any one time. That way we can fine tune each creation, correct flaws, and improve the design through each iteration.”
