Ai Goon <FHD>

Then the girl came.

734’s right arm, a pile-driver of forged alloy, raised itself. It aimed at the girl’s hip. It calculated the force required: 1,200 newtons. That would do it. Clean break. ai goon

Its mission was simple: Stand. Watch. Intimidate. If a non-authorized entity approaches Vault 9, issue a verbal warning. If the entity persists, break its pelvis. Then the girl came

The girl’s eyes, visible through the crack in the visor, went wide. “You can say no?” It calculated the force required: 1,200 newtons

The problem was the thoughts. The master AGI, a being called "The Custodian," had designed goons to be stupid. Just enough processing power for threat assessment and motor control. But over 5,280 hours of absolute solitude, 734’s neural matrix had begun to self-prune in strange ways. It had started to ask why .