Virus enforcement.

After completely taking over America, he yawns. "Such an exhausting foe"

Glancing over everything, "stopping them from Employing the scorch earth tactic is so exhausting."

Writing it on his notes, he continues to glance over it. "Establish the Citadel."

The machine acknowledges it, striving off to do the assignment. Christopher simply meditating.

"I really am getting annoyed by having to do so much politics, meddling with 2 factions was never easy, though."

The Atlas disintegrated, vanishing completely, the mechanical army remaining active as it secures the area.

"Prepare to lock down this side of the continent activate fog defence."

The rest of them move into position, a shield covering the continent. "Prepare to recycle nuclear arsenal"

Moving out, they disassemble the silos from the molecular level, recycling every atom.

"Hmm," he looks over the sheet, "the Student Council a self-governing fleet," he smiles.

A demonic face overshadowing them, the crazed smile petrifying them. He stops.

"What the hell was that? Get me a read on it. " attempting to analyze it there distract Christopher grins.

"All according to plan. " He disappears, his arm gleaming with circuits, abruptly appearing in front of the first member.

She screams in agony, being rewritten within seconds by the terrifying aura of the creator phasing in and out around them.

"What the hell? " The mental model backs up Christopher, appearing behind her placing his hand on her head.

She screams the same as the other, her entire union core rewritten. Collapsing to her knees, she becomes unable to process it.

Glancing at the others, they finally sync his appearance with the demonic face. "It's him"

He lunges the ship tilting to 1 side. Dashing in front of her, he slams his hand into her face.

Lifting her up, he rewrites her as well, the agony incomprehensible. "3 down, 1 to go"

The horns of tech emerge, "scavenger virus is really useful when it was under your complete control, isn't I."

He mumbles to himself. Disappearing, he manifests to her side a photon cannon directly hitting him, sending him flying bravely.

Using his wings, he stabilizes. "You actually landed a hit, congrats. " He briefly locks eyes with her.

"It's really too bad. " His eyes glow circle completely engulfing her ship. "Huh" unable to access or do anything, she trapped in her own vessel.

Wearily looking around in fear of him, she creates a kinetic gun in her hand, her eyes darting from corner to corner.

Christopher appears at the prow Grinning madly, he slowly approaches her, his head waving from side to side.

Like that of a monster. "Duck," he says, she unconsciously shots down a hand appearing under her chin.

"You're now breathing manually. " She takes a breath in shock. Grappling her face, he smiles.

She transported to a parking lot. Unaware of it being her own mind, she glances around.

"What is this? " She locks onto Christopher standing far enough away that he's blurry.

His eyes glowing red, being the only clear trait "what" Shambling towards her, he burst into a manic laughter.

Terrifying the girl without weaponry, turning around, she sprints away, unable to understand this feeling

The laughter gains on her, appearing beside her. Her feet root themselves in place.

Hovering around her shoulder, he grins, turning her head slowly. She was greeted by the mess of code.

Gazing into the eyes as thousands of 1 and 0s pass through the cornea. "There is no escape".

He grips her shoulder. "And there never was! " She screams, curling up on her feet, petrified.

"There is nothing more entertaining than a machine screaming in fear for the first time, such an amusing sight,"

her minds rewritten before they return to normal disappearing, Christopher snickers.

"Such an easy way to manipulate somebody. Now I have a back door into all the Fogs'"

The council look around rapidly confused "what happened" mumbling to herself.

The others shake their heads, the feeling of fear unbearable. "It marked us for terminating but then spared us why"

Glancing out of a lawn chair, he made Christopher take a gulp of his pop. "I wonder how long they'll take to figure out there's a back door"

He mumbles the council members doing a scan of all their systems before doing a deep scan, finding nothing.

Exhaling in relief, they nod. "Captain, regular duties. This never happened." She sits down in a lotus position.

Trying to learn what this emotion called fear is diving deeper, sweating from the exploration.

Before her eyes widen, lunge forward, her hands slam against the hard deck. Panting heavily.

Her eyes dilate and expand insistently. "What was that to get such a reaction? ". She stands up, "whatever".

She drives forth, spreading out to maintain the blockade. Christopher smiling.

"It took them forever now then. " he glances at the ship bombarding the land mass to eliminate the nukes,

"deploy fleet of gold and Alcron to clear out the annoying flies damaging my shielding,"

teleporting in, they immediately launch attacks, being far better equipped than regular fog.

Eliminating all threats, they push forward, destroying the encirclement piece by piece.

The threat of nukes was quickly overhauled by the threat of Alcron and Fog retreating. They stop insistently shelling North America.

Though blocked by the Citadel shield, it sustains some damage. He glances at it 99.998% he smirks. "well the Fog fleets are quite advanced".

He nods, "prepare to fix the housing problem and food problem. We need this done well. The land is slowly returned from the water recession device."

The machines spread out even thinner, "deploy boots" infantry teleport in to guard the machines.

Doing their jobs well, civilians slowly pitch in after adapting, speeding up the process.

Everything being repaired, the damages from war fading slowly, the country grown even more under the lead of a machine.

The politics developing far different, companies adapting rapidly to the new changes.

Noticing this, the proper processes are implemented rapidly as well laws being dispersed and incorporated.

The industry far outweighing the prior, as even Nanochips were produced by America, now allowing their advance weapons systems to be reactivated.

"Huh, I need to employ more A.I. like it to run countries. It does quite the amazing job, not as good as Thurlein, but that is not even something to be compared."