K.E.E. A Bit of Apocalypse

He frantically moved the mouse and searched for the file explorer. Hastily he got a rough overview, then he had already found something that interested him. A text appeared in front of him and hastily he skimmed its lines.

"Holy shit!" He realized.

Wanda had wanted to pick up a large glass flask, but crushed it trying to grab it. Maximilian wheeled around, startled terribly by the glare of the glass clinking.

"What, don't make it so exciting." Wanda passed over her mishap, came over to him and tried to lean on his shoulder, but Maximilian literally collapsed under her weight.

"Excuse me, please! I'm beginning to feel like an elephant in a china store."

He groaned and had trouble getting up again.

"I may be dwarfed in your eyes, but then you are quite overweight my dearest."

Indeed, Wanda showed her teeth and an associated smile.

"They wanted us to read this. In contrast to the archive and the area of the BND, this operation here was occupied. Apparently, people here had as little idea that we existed as they did in the opposite direction. Anyway, people here made their way to the surface shortly after the attack; they would have starved otherwise."

"And the computer worked that long?"

It seemed unlikely to Maximilian himself.

"Apparently so. Perhaps the hardware had been designed with that in mind? I've hardly had any failures in that direction in the archive either."

He closed the file and set about looking for more information.

"Please see if you can find an elevator or something like that. If not, I guess they'll have to dig our way up." Laughed.

Wanda hesitated. She didn't want to go anywhere alone.

"Can we do this together later? Please!"

Maximilian nodded, but hid his disappointment from her.

"All right. Just please give me a little time to go over this."

Wanda watched the man make himself comfortable at the computer workstation, taking notes and first examining the device itself. He didn't want any surprises and wanted to back up any records that seemed important to him on a USB stick first. Despite his age, Wanda liked this man a lot. He had a slim, athletic figure, gray hairlines and a mature, serious face that radiated a certain strength. Thirty years alone in this cave? One had to be strong to remain lucid in the process.

"How old are they, Maximilian?"

He reluctantly detached himself from the contents of a PDF he had just opened and looked up at her.

"I turned fifty-two two weeks ago."

"Happy belated birthday." Wanda wrestled a smile for him.

The man nodded to her, shifted his chair, and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He was about to continue reading when she asked him the next question.

"Do you have a wife and children?"

He sighed and turned to her one more time.

"Wanda, I wanted to..."

"Just this one more question. Please."

"I had a girlfriend."

The giantess smiled, clearly showing his embarrassment to her.

"What was her name?" She followed up with her next question.

"Why are you asking me all this now?"

She rested her heavy hand on his right shoulder and seemed to want to appease him with this gesture.

"You just want to know who you're dealing with. After all, we'll be spending quite a bit of time together in the future."

Maximilian looked up at her in amazement. He hadn't even considered the implications of their meeting.

"Her name was Mara." He answered her question. "And now please give me some time, Wanda. You're curious yourself, aren't you?"

Her blue eyes suddenly showed uncertainty and for a brief moment they looked over him, before they focused on him again.

"I'm afraid of what they're finding out about me there. Can they understand?"

In fact, he could understand. Wanda, it looked to him at least, had gotten into this role anything but willingly. He put his left hand over hers, not bothered at that moment by the burden she had placed on him. In general, she seemed to have no concrete idea of their physical dimensions.

"I'm with them."

She sighed and pointed at the screen.

"I'll try to stay calm now. I promise."

Over the next six hours, Maximilian sank into a jumble of reports, applications and plans. A massive work had been created here, and with the ambitious goal of protecting humanity from itself and its excesses. Important decision-makers of the Republic had invested enormous sums in this project over ten years and created a so-called C.E.E.. Maximilian did not need long to guess riddles until he had gained the certainty that this had to be Wanda. 47 billion euros! An unimaginable sum. And that was just for its manufacture and development.

"So, can they say anything yet?" She finally asked. Perhaps she had noticed his astonished expression.

Maximilian nodded, pushed back the chair and turned it so that he was sitting opposite her.

"They were wronged, Wanda. Even if I have to credit the perpetrators in this that the intentions behind it had not been the worst."

"What do they mean?"

He thought about how to explain himself to her, straining to find the right words.

"You told me that you remember an interrogation, do you have any idea how long it might have lasted?"

Wanda looked uncertain at this moment and finally raised her shoulders. "Two, maybe three hours?"

"Four weeks. And they weren't questioned, they were interrogated and put under incredible stress. Basically, they were tortured."

Wanda looked at the man in front of her, startled. She couldn't remember such a situation.

"But why? I didn't hurt anyone, did I? They just wanted to employ me as a typist."

"You haven't done anything to anyone, Wanda. That's exactly why you were chosen."

"Chosen for what? I don't understand all this, Maximilian. Can't you just get to the point?"

"K.E.E. is a program for resolving geopolitical conflicts, Wanda. When written out, it is also called Conflict Decision Unit.

Wanda looked at him intently, but still didn't understand.

A kee is a symbiosis of inorganic and organic materials. An artificial organism created to perform unimaginable feats and capabilities. It should be used abroad, especially in countries ruled by autocratic social systems, i.e. dictatorships. In doing so, it gathers evidence of crimes, gains knowledge of the structures of the regime that commits them, and then sets out to dismantle it.

"You mean to say that I..."

"You're Kee, Wanda. Exactly. You are the result of a 47 billion program to create an avenging angel."

"That can't be, dear Maximilian. I'm a peaceful person, after all, I can't even kill a fly. Really, I can't. I've never hurt anything in my entire life, let alone done anything worse."

"And that's exactly why her brain has been embedded in this system. It provides a kind of backup to the whole thing, you see. Only when they've come to the conclusion that a crime must be prevented, no matter what the cost, does Kee make an appearance."

Wanda stared at him, dumbfounded.

"You mean to say that there's more than just my head in this thing?"

Maximilian looked at her sorrowfully.

"If by head they mean her brain, then yes."

The giantess literally slumped down and looked like a heap of misery at that moment. Wanda seemed to have been downright overwhelmed by what Maximilian had just explained to her.

"Is there anything I can do to help them?"

She looked down at him and finally nodded.

"You spoke of a reason. Tell me about it."

Maximilian had trouble following her thoughts.

"You mean for the program?"

Wanda nodded.

"Well, Nato is mainly to blame for that. Our country was obliged to rearm tremendously and to put a considerable part of its national wealth into the armed forces. However, this rearmament would have brought it into direct conflict with other countries, which was something they wanted to avoid at all costs because of their experience with their own past. In addition, there were the worrying political developments in other countries; one sought to counter them without having to make an appearance oneself."

Maximilian stood up and continued to spread his thoughts before her.

"Do they understand what the Kee would have meant? This system would have eliminated criminals without them being able to establish a connection with Western foreign policy. It would have been detective, judge and executioner all in one."

"You sound pretty enthusiastic." The woman replied in shock.

Maximilian looked at her in surprise. Did he really sound like that? Surely he could understand where her concerns lay, but didn't she also see the possibilities this would have offered the world?

"It might have been the solution our planet needed."

Wanda seemed to disagree.

"It would have been the solution of men, they think. Women don't tend to do that, and maybe there should have been just a few more decision-makers of my gender in world politics."

Maximilian didn't want to argue. For him, there was no difference between the sexes on this point. What was the saying? Opportunity makes thieves, and the crux was the person himself.

"You were talking about skills earlier, what are they exactly?" Wanda wanted to know, looking down at her new body over her powerful cleavage.

Maximilian turned to the computer and summarized what he had found out.

Your entire organism is biomechanical in nature, fully regenerative and extremely powerful. You are stronger than the 2016 Olympic powerlifting champion by a factor of thirty. Unimaginable, isn't it? Your body has been modeled on that of an insect in terms of its construction, even if it doesn't look like one. Her entire skin, for example, is a single compound eye in addition to an exoskeleton. Each of these pores..." He took her hand and pointed to one of the small dots. "... Is capable of observing its environment, smelling it, tasting it and feeling it. They perceive waves on any frequency, light, energy..."

He turned her hand over so that he could show her the back of her hand.

"To do this, their skin can generate an electric field, similar to that of a tremor. This not only serves as a defense, but also as an EMP for surrounding electrical equipment."

Wanda watched the man in front of her tensely. He seemed to be positively intoxicated by its possibilities.

"The absolute kicker, though, is..."

He looked at her with shining eyes.

"... They can disguise themselves perfectly. Like they're invisible, you know?"

Wanda stared at him as if he had gone insane.

"Invisible?" She then asked doubtfully."

Maximilian nodded.

"Each pore of her skin, can send image information to one located on the opposite side of her body. This then adjusts its color accordingly and Kee merges with its surroundings.

"Uh-huh." She stated frustratedly, unable to share his enthusiasm.

"Wanda! You asked me, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did. Well, you're right. Is there anything else I should know?"

"They can see into every wavelength of light, even in total darkness. It makes no difference to them whether the light is on here or not. They could still read even when I think I've already gone blind."

He lifted her hand and now turned her back on her back. There was a kind of hump above her wrist on the forearm that ran out, with two slits set into it.

"And what is that now?" She asked him.

"Those are two hidden blades that would be used in an attack. I guess someone's been reading too many Wolverine comics in the development department."

Wanda was silent. Maximilian's enthusiasm was at the same time an explanation to her of why she had been made into this thing. She had become the result of bizarre male fantasies.

"Actually, her claws would have been enough, huh?" Maximilian noted with amusement.

"Please stand up and turn around. I want to show you what I mean by invisible."

She rose slowly, clearly betraying her tension.

"We're almost done, Wanda, just this."

He walked around her massive body and scanned its backside.

"I found it!" Urged it triumphantly from his mouth.

She asked no more. Had no more interest in having to discover another monstrosity on her.

"That's the Gauss rifle! You can't see it, but you can feel it quite clearly. The madness. I've heard that they've been working on something like this, but for it to have been fully developed..."

"Stop it now, I've had enough of this."

Reluctantly, he let go of her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about how hard all this must be for them."

Wanda's blue eyes remained fixed on the screen, but uninterested. She remained silent and seemed no longer interested in exploring her transformation further.

Maximilian sat back down at his workstation and continued to rummage through the data material. Perhaps, in addition to further insights into the Kee, there was also information about a possible escape route? To him, anything seemed possible now.

Wanda measured two meters and fifty-eight centimeters in height, weighed almost half a ton, and seemed to have been protected against all possible external uses of force in the best possible way. Only her psyche seemed not to have been thought of when she was conceived.

"I would never have believed that you could have such possibilities. It all feels a bit like a superhero movie, but look closer and it all becomes plausible. You just had unlimited resources at your disposal and a lot of smart people who made the impossible possible."

He sensed that Wanda couldn't let his comment stand. But was he supposed to lie? All these achievements impressed him.

"I'm just a toy, nothing more. The result of deranged men with huge complexes."

To him, her speculation went too far. After all, one had had a clear goal in mind when one had created the Kee. They wanted there to be someone to save humanity from itself, and Wanda would have been the only possible solution.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

He looked at her strangely and delayed his answer.

"Give me your hand!" She demanded of him.

She held out her enormous hand, which nevertheless seemed delicate and feminine.

"What are you going to do with her?" Maximilian asked, distraught.

"Please! It's important so they can understand my point of view."

Uncertainly, he placed his hand in Wanda's and flinched when her fingers closed around it. This gesture seemed so final in this moment, yet Maximilian felt at the mercy of this tremendous power inherent in this woman. But this time she dosed her energy very precisely and did not hurt him.

"Close your eyes."

"But why do I have to..."

"Please, Maximilian! I'm going to start crying again."

He sighed, but gave in. He stood up, closed his eyes, and let her guide him.

Wanda drew his hand close to her body, guided it in between her thighs, and pressed it against the protector plate that stylized her pubic area.

For Maximilian, it felt as if he had pushed through a bowl and dipped his hand in a warm, viscous yolk, very thick in consistency.

"Why a vagina?" Wanda finally asked him cynically.

The man widened his eyes, looked down at his hand, and frantically pulled it out from between her legs. Horrified, he looked up at her, unable to process what he had just experienced.

"What did they do that for?" He asked her, distraught.

Wanda shook her head. She didn't feel like explaining herself to him.

"Answer my question, Max. Why do I have a vagina? Why does a killing machine need genitals? Can you explain that to me? The men who created me were perverts and I don't even want to imagine all that was done to me while I was lying there defenseless on that couch."

The man didn't answer her, still looking down at his fist in disbelief. He had to agree with Wanda, this was all really hard to figure out.

"Maybe they need body orifices to excrete waste products?"

Wanda turned away from him, annoyed.

"They could have been made more functional, couldn't they? I even have nipples, do they want to feel them? Do they believe me now, or are they still looking for a scientific explanation?"

He glanced over at her and looked thoughtfully at her massive, oversized breasts.

"Feel free to touch them if you don't believe me, it doesn't matter now. My own are dead, after all."

Maximilian waived. Wanda was right, nothing of these details had been in the presentation.

He remained silent, looked thoughtfully over at her and did not know what else to say to her. He was ashamed of being a man at that moment. Was there a need for that pretty face? Or those extreme curves? Prominent women had gone under the knife to look at least remotely like Wanda.

Dismayed silence on both sides. Wanda played nervously with her claws, all the way into them, but seemed to realize that they would not give way. Maximilian turned back to the computer, searching for more information that might help them.

In fact, only men had been involved in the project. So Wanda seemed to be right. Women would probably have protested against such a sexist implementation of the project's goal.

Maximilian read on, opening various treatises and deployment theories, finding more and more extreme excesses that were supposed to make up this being. In addition to Wanda's consciousness, there was also Kee's subconscious. Both influenced the actions of this artificial life form in a strongly delineated yet interdependent manner. Wanda was something like the judge, Kee was the executioner. The Kee was given all the combat techniques, tactics and interrogation methods that could be learned. There were flow charts and probability models of ranged and close combat, expected reactions of opponents, search patterns, which Kee could bring to bear, but also foresee them if they were to be used against her. Every detail, no matter how small, had been implemented, every idea, no matter how abstract, had been realized.