Biological Supercomputer System



As the command to destroy everything echoed through the mi series of powerful explosions rocked the enemy docks.

The peaceful harbor quickly descended into chaos. The destruc thrown around, and the calm waters became violent.

The soldiers ran in all directions, shouting and trying to under was clear this was an attack, but from where it came, who was The fuel barrels had been blown up by the Chimaeric Demons, That, of course, set off a devastating chain reaction.

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Fireballs erupted from the ships, engulfing them in flames and sending thick plumes of black smoke billowing into the sky. The intense heat from the blasts destroyed part of the metal hulls and twisted some other parts into grotesque shapes as the ships sank into the churning waters below.

On the docks, enemy soldiers scrambled in confusion and panic. Alarms blared, adding to the already deafening sounds of the explosions and the shouts of the bewildered troops.

Some soldiers rushed towards the burning ships, desperate to save their comrades trapped on board, while others ran for cover, their instincts for self-preservation taking over.

The virus unleashed by Erik and the biological supercomputer wreaked havoc on the enemy's systems. Communication devices sparked and sputtered, rendering them useless.

The screens in the command center flickered and went dark, leaving the officers unable to restore order amidst the growing chaos.

"What the fuck is happening?"

"We don't know, sir!"

"How the hell do you not know?"

"Sorry, sir!"

The ship Erik chose to steal was now under the control of the Chimaeric Demons disguised as the crew, moved towards the open sea.

The ship had to leave, regardless of what Erik and his clones did. That was why they chose that. However, the protocol asked them to stop and help, which they didn't do. That, of course, alerted the enemy soldiers.

As the Hinian troops noticed what the ship was doing, a few soldiers pointed towards the departing vessel. Confusion was on their face. If they weren't in that condition, they might have understood what was happening.

"Hey, that ship isn't stopping!" one soldier said.

"Something's wrong! That looks like one of our ships, but it's not following protocol!"

"Tell the command center! We must stop them!" a third soldier said.

A commanding officer pushed through the throng, his expression stern and demanding. "What the hell is going on? Why is that ship leaving?"

One of the soldiers turned to him, his face pale. "Sir, we don't know!"

The officer's eyes narrowed as he watched the ship gain speed. "Something isn't right here. Get me a communications link to that ship now!"

However, as they tried to tell the others the situation, and to connect with the leaving ship to understand what was happening, the vessel continued to disappear into the horizon, leaving the bewildered enemy soldiers behind.

The commanding officer's face twisted as he barked out orders to the surrounding soldiers. "Get to the remaining ships! We need to stop those guys from leaving immediately!"

The soldiers snapped into action, rushing towards the docks to board the ships that had not been destroyed in the explosions. Their feet pounded against the wooden planks, adrenaline fuelling their swift movements.

Just as the first group of soldiers reached one of the intact ships, another soldier came running towards the officer, his face drained of colour and smeared with soot. "Sir! The ships that didn't explode... they've been sabotaged!"

The officer's eyes widened. "What do you mean, sabotaged?"

"The engines, sir! They're completely wrecked. Someone tampered with them. We can't give chase-we're sitting ducks!"

A silence followed the soldier's report.

The realization dawned on the officer and the surrounding troops. This was no mere accident; it was a planned and coordinated attack.

A mixture of rage and astonishment twisted the officer's face. The soldiers were in a similar state of mind.

Some of the soldiers stood frozen, their eyes wide as they took in the devastation, and understood it could have been them on those ships right now. It looked like they just escaped death by pure luck.

The acrid smell of smoke and burning fuel filled their nostrils, giving them a feeling of disgust.

The officer's expression hardened as he looked around-the burning ships, the panicked soldiers, and the wrecked engines.

"Everyone, be on high alert!" he said, rallying his troops. "We need to secure the area and figure out how deep this sabotage goes. This isn't over yet."

In the meantime, Erik's ship navigated through the waters, its engines roaring as it gained speed. The flames from the burning ships could be seen from afar, the smoke rising into the sky like some kind of black monster. They could see the enemy soldiers on the docks scrambling to contain the fires and assess the damage.

On the deck of the stolen ship, Erik and June watched. As they put distance between themselves and the ravaged docks, the screams of the enemy soldiers and the sounds of the explosions became fainter. The smell of smoke could be smelled even from there, but it was starting to grow fainter.

The stolen ship continued its steady progress, cutting through the waves as it headed towards

the open sea.

Inside the crates, Amber, Mira, and Emily remained hidden.

Erik closed his eyes, his mind reaching out to the biological supercomputer. <Is the virus still active? Are we in control of their systems?>

<Yes,> the AI said. <The virus has successfully infiltrated their networks, and we have complete control over the docks' communication and defence systems. They won't be able to coordinate a pursuit or alert other ships to our presence, nor will they be able to use their cannons to sink us.>

Erik nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. The plan worked. Not that he had any doubts about that.

The glow of the flames faded, replaced by the sight of the open sea. The wind whipped through Erik's hair, carrying with it the scent of salt.

Erik glanced at June, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We did it," he said. "Tell Amber and the others to get out of the crates. We can't make them stay there until we arrive."

"Yes, Master."

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