"The protectors are doing a good thing for humanity and for America. I'm a big fan of these guys, always have. I think aliens are really cool. It goes without saying that based on the weapons that these so-called vanguards can easily obtain, these aliens can easily wipe out humanity. Heroic past, haha, a must.

Some people yelled, but they had no evidence that this was what these aliens were trying to do! This is a lie!

I think we should look at how many people they have saved – a lot of people, we didn't save them ourselves, which bothers me – but we will, because these aliens may be our friends. These aliens have saved many lives.

With their help, America will be so much better. ”

—From a briefing by a former U.S. president, January 2021

***

The sound of my shoes hitting the steps sounded loud. Even the sound of my calm, shallow breathing seemed to echo through the stairwell.

So nervous? I looked between the handles, and the door was closed, and there was nothing.

I was alone, in the building, surrounded by aliens who just wanted to eat me, and not in a fun way. Ha

The kittens I left behind were waiting near the entrance of the stairs until I came back or an hour had passed. But it slows us down considerably, but it also means that if an alien appears around the corner, we don't have to deal with a horde of screaming children.

I licked my lips. "Hey, do you think you can sing something?" I whispered.

I'm afraid not. I think I can hum? But I was born with no musical talent. Is music something you're interested in right now?

"Nope. I mean, I listen to a little bit of everything, but I don't play an instrument and I don't like any band. I said. I'm not going to talk about teen band fascination in the middle of an AI ride in my head. "So, uh, it's done, huh?"

"yes, you're in my head, aren't you? You might as well sing. ”

I reached the bottom of the stairwell and came to the door. Inside there is a small rectangular glass covered with a layer of netting. I glanced inside and saw a gray-walled hallway with an exposed ceiling and cheap tiles on the floor. There are no aliens, no humans, nothing exciting except for a few posters on the walls and some hastily discarded trash on the floor.

I've just turned into a custom AI. It is for the vanguard of humanity to assist you and prepare the Earth for a total invasion by the enemy.

I stopped when I reached for the handle. "Full-size? They start with ...... Damn, you started beating us long before I was born. ”

The enemy is reconnaissance and tentative small attacks. They have the ability to become a complete hive, but are still relatively easy to remove.

A single low-yield nuclear weapon can eliminate most of the sores. Humans have done this before. A full-scale invasion would involve a force of opposing organisms outnumbering interstellar satellites.

"They didn't tell us that," I said.

I am also not affiliated with the government of any country. What they think needs to be reviewed has nothing to do with me or my AI siblings.

I took a shallow breath. "Yes, that's great," I said. I pulled the door open, steadied it with my foot, and pulled my trench machine out from behind.

Nothing jumped out of the shadows.

I started to move slowly. There are more or less stairwells behind each elevator group in the building, which means that you have to go through half the floor to get to the next elevator. Luckily, the parking lot is located behind this level. If there are no aliens around, then we can go home. A little excited.

I am the creator, the protector, who can help humanity repel the alien invasion. Although they have not yet seen a real gunman.

But the cost of our infrastructure will be enormous. Therefore; Must be promoted.

"You need soldiers," I whispered.

No, the numbers are in our favor. We can and will most likely defeat the largest alien fleet. The problem is logistics. If the Earth is invaded once a year, then stationing a defensive fleet will be necessary. This fleet can also be used elsewhere. If humanity learns to defend itself, then there will be fewer resources for defense. The policy towards the primitive race has always been to observe and protect. The alien offensive changed that.

"Aren't you just a bunch of saints?" I say.

I don't think so. New cultures, ways of thinking, and even species are interesting, but that's about it. It is easier to take some humans and resettle them than to protect an underdeveloped world like Earth. But this would be contrary to the moral code on which protectors live. The weak must be protected.

"Strange code," I said, moving my gaze up to the ceiling. I don't like those pipes and the shadows behind them, and the dirty stuff ❗

It was that code that chose you. In order to protect others, you are putting yourself at great risk. You've been given the opportunity to become a Pioneer Warrior. Now you have better equipment to protect more of your human brothers.

Miaris's argument has some holes. If they can provide me with such good equipment, why not handle the invasion themselves? But that's for later. If those grotesque all-powerful aliens just want to give us toys to figure things out on our own, that's their prerogative.

Ahead is a four-way intersection. I slowed down and walked gently, moving my body's weight from side to side to keep my steps quiet. I may look like an idiot, but I'm a living idiot right now. Ha.

I arrived at the intersection and stared. The front corridor guide has some yellow indicators for maintenance. On the left are some smaller, cheaper offices, and on the right is the fastest route to the next stairwell. It should also walk through a small area with shops, cafes, and garbage. People who work in this building can have a bite to eat there or something.

I move to the right.

Soon I was in front of two double doors, one of which was ajar. In fact, it was kicked away by the boots.

"Ah, shit," I muttered.