The Sixth Line of Defense
So you've created the perfect weapon, you've trained it be the ultimate killing machine, and sharpened it until it is peerless in motion and flawless in action. However it's not yet yours to command, so you plot and you scheme to make it yours alone. On the eve of success when your long laid plans are about to be realized, your weapon does the unthinkable, it falls in love. What do you do now?