Victor Appleton - The Sonic Breach

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The Sonic Breach

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the authors imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Text copyright 2019 by Victor Appleton

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Interior designed by Mike Rosamilia

The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:

Names: Appleton, Victor, author.

Title: The sonic breach / by Victor Appleton.

Description: First Aladdin hardcover/paperback edition. | New York : Aladdin, 2019. | Series: Tom Swift Inventors Academy ; #2 | Summary: When someone steals an app that Amy wrote and profits from it, Tom and his friends use a robot to help catch the thief.

Identifiers: LCCN 2018036998 (print) | LCCN 2018042126 (eBook) | ISBN 9781534436350 (eBook) | ISBN 9781534436336 (pbk) | ISBN 9781534436343 (hc)

Subjects: | CYAC: InventorsFiction. | HackersFiction. | StealingFiction. | RobotsFiction. | SchoolsFiction. | FriendshipFiction. | Science fiction.

Classification: LCC PZ7.A652 (eBook) | LCC PZ7.A652 Mos 2019 (print) | DDC [Fic]dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018036998

YOURE GOING DOWN, WATTS, NOAH said to his opponent.

Bring it, Newton, Jamal Watts replied.

The two faced off inside a circle of other students. And no, this wasnt some kind of after-school fight. It wasnt even after school. This was during our robotics class, and the two combatants werent combatants at all. A large robot rested on the floor beside each of them.

One of the cool things about attending the Swift Academy of Science and Technology is that you never knew what the day might have in store. Sure, most schools held field trips to local museums, but Swift Academy students may get to work on a project with NASA. Regular schools might have well-equipped science departments. But the academy students have access to a lot of the high-end equipment at the next-door Swift Enterprisesa major government contractor.

Or, we could keep it simple like today and have a robot battle sparring session in part of the gym during robotics. All right, there were several cool things about our school.

Okay, teams, Mrs. Scott said with a smirk as she strolled to the center of the circle. Her usual red bandanna held back her curly jet-black hair. Usually dressed in overalls, she always looked like someone who grew up in a mechanics shop. And judging by the wrench tattoo peeking out from her rolled up shirtsleeve, she probably was. Enough trash talk. Final checks.

This year, Mrs. Scott had us build robots for our very own robot battlejust like the ones you see on television. She had outlined the specifications for the robots and we divided into teams to build one of our own. Luckily, I got to work with my friends Noah Newton and Samantha Watson.

Noah worked the joysticks on his controller. Our robots body was half a meter square and fifteen centimeters tall. It looked like an oversize flat gift box painted battleship gray. The robot moved forward and backward as Noah controlled it. Locomotion, check, he said.

Sam toggled the joysticks on her controller. She was in charge of the three axes protruding from the top of our robottwo in the front, one in the back. Okay, they werent real axesmore like ax-shaped hammers with blunt edges. But I designed the heads to be shaped in such a way that they created a ramp when the front two were in the down position; the same with the one on the back. That way, our robot could not only whack an opposing robot but also wedge itself underneath the opponent. Then the axes could raise and potentially flip over the enemy.

Axes are a go, Sam reported as the ax heads raised and lowered. Even though we had only plastic heads installed for todays practice match, a devious grin stretched across her face as she brought them down in a chopping motion.

My job was a little different. I had a tablet connected to my controller for power distribution. Noah had coded a simplistic AI for our robot. It wasnt a true artificial intelligence, but it stored several preset maneuvers. It also allowed power levels to be adjusted in real time. With a swipe on my tablet, I could give more power to the axes for attacks or flips. I could also assign all power to the drive motor for a quick escape.

I checked the readings on the tablet. AI and power levels are good, I announced.

Noah turned to me and grinned. One final test, he said, his dark eyes gleaming through his safety goggles. Lets hear it, Tom.

Really? I asked. For a practice match?

Come on, Noah urged. You know you want to.

Noah had pulled the team leader card and insisted on naming our robot. He called it the Choppa. That made sense and all; it did wield three ax-shape hammers. But the real reason behind the name was a meme he had found on the Internet. It showed a picture of Arnold Schwarzenegger standing in a jungle, muscles rippling and covered in sweat and camouflage face paint. Under the image were the words GET TO THE CHOPPA! Noah liked the meme so much that he talked us into pasting the image on the top of our robot.

Come on! Do it! Noah growled in his best Arnold impersonation. Do it! Im right here!

I shook my head and pressed a button on my controller.

Get to za choppa! shouted Arnolds voice from a hidden speaker on our robot. Get to za choppa!

The surrounding students laughed. Nothing cracks up a bunch of twelve- and thirteen-year-olds like a good meme, even an oldie but a goody.

Our opposing team readied their robot. The team consisted of Jamal Watts, Maggie Ortiz, and Tony Garret. Their robot was called Flailing Grade. It was about the same size as ours but it was completely round. It was able to spin really fast and, thanks to some clever programming by Jamal, it was also able to maneuver around while it spun. However, it got its name because it wielded a small flail as it spunyou know, that medieval weapon with the metal ball at the end of a long chain, dangling from a stick.

Flailing Grade didnt have its little metal wrecking ball at the moment. Instead, a red foam ball hung from the end of its chain. A safety precaution just like the Choppas rigid plastic ax heads. This was just sparring practice, after all, meant to get the feel of squaring off against a real opponent. Not to cause actual damage before the real battle. Thats also why all the students simply watched from a wide circle around the robots.

In the upcoming robot battle, Mrs. Scott had arranged to have the entire gym converted into a mini robot battle arena. The wooden floor would be covered and the audience and controllers would be safe behind thick, clear plastic sheeting. I knew she couldnt pull off rows of saw blades slicing up from the floor or pits with erupting flames like some of the TV shows. But it was going to be exciting nonetheless.