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Chapter 4 - GOD's Suit

I

start gearing up for my travel, we all wear a suit required by AI when on assignment,

it is basically an entity of its own, carrying a very powerful processor, it

communicates with AI periodically via satellites. It is white in color, feels

like silk but is tough like Kevlar, with thin strands of gold woven in about

six inches apart, on the exterior, it is basically like a long flowing tunic

with loose sleeves, it also has a brimmed hat attached, and a built-in back

rack allowing the attachment of an array of solar panels that deploy like a Chinese

fan. Lastly a very thick staff.

Starting

with the hat, it's primary purpose is to block our contact with pathogens when

sensors on the suit detect harmful pathogens it emits a halo of UV light,

disinfecting the dress and the areas in close proximity. It also has a set of small

powerful lasers facing front and back, with a small turret about three inches

in diameter and a half inch tall, the processor has a 360 view of all the

activity. It can and will act in our defense, on its own, if a threat is

detected.

The

tunic is not bullet proof but will stop a sharp object, and when activated it

will deliver a powerful shock to anything that touches it, it is really useful

in bug invested areas, although it can shock you as well if its live and you

forget. It also has forced air ventilation which can heat or cool if it senses

the body is in distress.

The

blades on the solar panels interlock, when deployed they can form a flat shape

for charging, a wing shape for short glides, to a bowl shape for shelter, fully

deployed they span about twelve feet. Inverted it can be used to catch water

and refill the staff.

The

staff is fairly simple, it not only serves as a water storage, but it can also

be extended to twelve feet in length rather violently, if need be, and can be

fitted into wings of the solar panel for extended glides, this is particularly

useful for air drops, coming into a colonies area with as little noise as

possible.

Under

the tunic I adorn my six-foot frame, with cotton shirts and pants, a belt made

from a double layer of braided parachute cord, roughly fifty feet unbraided. My

feet are covered with basically a very close weaved sandal with a thick rubber

sole, keeps my feet protected but allows the shoes to dry out while walking.

On

my belt I carry a survival knife, and a tube of special wafers. It's encouraged

to live off the land, but the wafers are very dense nutrients that bolster the

immune system and can be used to survive for up to two weeks.

Since

I'm basically of mixed genetic background my skin color is dark brown, I train in

combat constantly and my physical limits are known, without any of this gear I

should be able to survive, my eyes are dark brown, vision perfect, I am at no

disadvantage to physically overpowering any opponent. My education is

equivalent of a medical doctor, and I'm not alone, all of Bunker personnel are

similarly trained. It is hard not to help the colonists, watching them

gathering food, wood, making clothes from animal skins. It's like having

adopted families, children, their development makes you proud, many struggle

with the harsh conditions, but all assistance requires approval. The struggle

is their training ground.

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