No. She wasn’t a bad ass trained killer. She was reverse engineered by teams of specialists at the Archer Research Complex in the Southlands after her initial capture 20 years previous and turned into a weapon against the Horde. (Or at least…that was the plan.)
She was placed in a maturation matrix as the little human girl she took form with and allowed to develop into maturity at her own rate. But complications arose that forced the specialists working on her to devise a system that would allow her to experience a life that would almost seem like the real thing–while they kept working on and improving her scope of power and capabilities.
They used programmed templates of the Compound’s original staff that died during an attack by the Horde–to guide and nurture her. (Like Jaen Leers for example. He was one of the staff that died during the assault.)
What you read in the earlier draft wasn’t real. The final version of the draft is nothing more than a specialized computer program designed to give her a semblance of a normal life–for her.
Velocity’s not even human. She’s a fragment of what we know of the Big Bang. The Spark of All Creation. The primal forces of the known universe. So every 26 billion years or so, she gets to experience a brief life as a human being, then reach a point where she chain reacts to start the process of life all over again on a universal scale–into many different realities with her Keeper of Light by her side.
Of course, you would already know this–all of you–had you decided to keep following along.
But the majority of you decided that one book was good enough. You didn’t need to read any further–so convinced what was in the second draft would be published.
Not even realizing that it could never be used. So a new third draft was written with the above story line already in motion.
Your loss, I suppose.
But I did try to tell you this in the past. You just chose not to listen.
So how could you possibly know what my character is like if you didn’t continue reading any further with Quickstrike, Firestorm, or Demon Blade?
Because if you read any of those books, you would’ve seen the truth.
You would have seen all the little clues, hints, and easter eggs that I sowed throughout the course of the first four novels. But for some ungodly reason…you never picked up on them.
I was literally laying everything out so you could figure things out for yourselves–by dropping a shit load of bread crumbs for you to follow. Easily!!!
Do you think an amateur writer (as you call me) is this capable of masking things so succinctly that everyone practically misses every cue or clue there is in the novels?
I would’ve thought by the end of Firestorm, people would have figured out that there wasn’t something quite right about Velocity. I mean, the whole book was a dark chapter in her tragic existence as the main character of the story.
And Book 2? Jesus people! How many ways do I have to spell out the term “simulated environment” before the light bulbs upstairs finally clicks on?
Or how about Book 4 where Velocity is free to wreck havoc on a global scale and she plunges Earth into a new Dark Age that has now lasted a full two years after she broke out of the research complex at the end of Book 3?
Do you even realize that even then, there is one person still out there (Mari) who misses her former partner, but can’t affect things directly because she was an AI program from the start?
Bet you kids didn’t think of that while reading the first book, did you? Because you thought it was real. And it was supposed to be! FOR HER! FOR VELOCITY!
So she wouldn’t know the damned truth about her existence! Because if she did, she would stop what she was doing and try to find a way out of the elaborate mouse trap I wrote her in!
That’s what a consummate and accomplished writer like myself is capable of doing! But you just keep measuring all of your “accomplishments” based on your limited understanding of writing and skill level–while belittling mine.
You people had no idea what I had been doing or planning for the past 5 years. None!
I swear…it’s like the blind reading to the blind.