The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 364: taming the beast

With the help of his student, Clark finally scaled the huge mech that stood sturdily like a beast. He could have opted to jump on it acrobatically, but he didnt want to be careless when he was first coming into contact with a real mech.

For the past 15 minutes, he and his student have already observed the outward body of the mech extensively. They confirmed that everything was ok before he finally decided to enter it.

Its body was built in such a rough but well-thought-out way to enable easy entry to whoever wanted to access inside it.

Carefully climbing through the support frames that were attached to various parts of its body, Clark finally had access to the cockpit that laid silently inside its heavy metallic frame.

Seeing inside this wonder of technology, he could not help but suck in a deep breath in amazement and awe.

As soon as its sensors detected a human after the cockpit opened, green lights quickly switched on before illuminating the interior of the cockpit, presenting it in its full glory to Clark.

After a lot of iterations and experiments by scientists and professors, the interior and cockpit designs of mechs were already perfected to the best level.

The only problem was the neutral interface, scientists were still stumped on how to fix this most important puzzle piece to enable soldiers interface with a mech.

Inside the cockpit was just like a game pod. A huge compactible chair with maximum comfort guarantee was resting lazily at one side of the cockpit, then facing it was a glass wall.

Cautiously entering inside the beast, Clark did not sit down on the compactible chair immediately. He first got a comfortable angle for himself where he could observe all corners of the cockpit.

After detecting with the help of his implant that nothing was wrong and that everything was in place, he finally went closer to the compactible chair even more cautiously.

As soon as his backside touched the comfortable chair, it retracted immediately to his size to make him more comfortable like it had a consciousness of its own.

Before Clark could settle down, a line of text suddenly appeared before him, while hidden voice amplifiers also transferred the words of the mechs A. I to him.

[Mental stability: Good.]

[Mental resilience: Very Good.]

[New mech pilot has been detected: Do you want to set a custom name to be addressed by the mech or do you prefer Lieutenant Colonel?]

Clark thought for a moment. Leave it as Lieutenant Colonel.

[Affirmative! Does new mech pilot want the virtual mech default settings or the normal mech piloting settings?]

Clark was not a stranger to this term. When he showed his interest in the mech, Mrs. Calibri was kind enough to explain more elaborately for him what the settings meant.

For the virtual mech default settings, it would be set to look like the normal virtual mech tournament like the one that he, Emily, and his teammates piloted during their stay in the Seafarers Alliance outer headquarters.

For the normal mech piloting settings, it would be set in the minimum standard that is required for a human soldier to control a mech through his brainpower.

But this was dangerous as no human has succeeded in controlling a mech yet.

Swallowing his saliva, Clark gulped before choosing the normal mech piloting settings. At this moment, he could only put his trust in the crazy scientist who fused the bean quadrant enhancer to his brain in the first place.

Almost as soon as he gave his consent, he felt a prick in his brain.

Perhaps, he was already having a phobia for it due to the common knowledge about mechs on the internet, but he flinched and reacted strongly to the sudden prick, almost yelling even.

The prick only lasted an instant. He even forgot about it directly as he felt like he was suddenly submerged in a nice hot spring water, the feeling of the water seeping into his skin made him moan subconsciously in satisfaction.

As the wonderful feeling slowly died down, this was when he remembered that he was actually in the process of piloting a mech.

[Congratulations! You have successfully interfaced with the Mach Augustus.]

What? So easy?

Clark was stunned as his brain was suddenly bombarded with a lot of questions. How did this happen? If it was so easy, then how the hell did even 4th rank high-grade soldiers die to experiments involving it?

Is it because of the enhancer? He finally narrowed down his choices.

Thinking of this, he felt excited, curious, and afraid. Afraid that this was all an illusion, afraid that he would suddenly experience torturing pain and his brain would blow into pieces.

F*ck, Clark, be optimistic.

He waited 10 minutes. After confirming that nothing happened, he finally started groping around while trying to make an action.

As soon as he interfaced with his mech successfully, he felt like his consciousness left his body and the metallic mech was now his body. It was both an exciting and terrifying feeling.

Walk! He said in his mind after trying other means but getting no response.

The enormous mech suddenly raised its legs and took a step forward, sending vibrations through the underground base. Albert who watched outside yelped in shock while hastily finding shelter.

Clark was thrilled on seeing this. Filled with excitement and anticipation now, he started trying other moves with the mech and they surprisingly all worked.

He felt like a newborn baby that was learning how to walk. And just like the way the baby feels excited about the new skill, so was he also feeling excited about this new experience.

He knew that the words he said in his head were just to stimulate his consciousness to give the mental order.

His words were not the orders recognized by the mech; the mental waves of his brain were the orders recognized by the mech.

Excitedly, he tried all the easy moves that he knew with the mech. Walking, raising of hands, rubbing his metallic head, rubbing his metallic chest, doing squatting exercise, he did them all.

After experiencing huge success with all these, he finally grew bolder. Outside, an excited Albert was repeatedly cheering him on.

Do it, Master. Do it!

Giving an order, the mech suddenly took on an aggressive stance and threw a punch outward. The air vibrated, sending shockwaves through the hall, and overthrowing everything but nothing severe happened.

Clark was even more excited now. Give me a weapon!

Outside, a hidden port in the mech suddenly opened up. A folded weapon appeared; in less than 2 seconds it quickly grew to the size of an enormous spear. The mech flexed the weapon.

The excitedly dancing Albert suddenly stopped on seeing this. For some reason, he felt that something was not right.

Seeing the mech take a step back, raise the enormous spear to the skies like it was a gladiator who wanted to cleave the heavens apart, his brain suddenly clicked, cold sweat suddenly filled his body.

No, no, nonono. Master, no!!

Running to the corner as fast as his legs could carry him, he immediately found shelter to weather the impact.

Inside the mech, Clark was feeling super excited like he just took his dose of med. His brain felt hyperactive, he was now super Intune with the mech.

Slash! He yelled.

The mech finally raised the spear to the zenith point and slashed.

Electricity flashed and everywhere became dark before the spear could come into contact with the underground bases floor.

Boom!

[Thanks for reading.]