This story is rated T for language, violence (well, not really, seeing has they can't bleed), and sexual references. Also, look out for references to my many interests (i.e: Higurashi, Umineko), favorite movies (i.e: Napoleon Dynomite, Toy Story) and even to my friends (i.e:-insert's random friend's name-).
My take on the movie's storyline,from past (post war, war's aftermath, 'years later') to present (9's awakening). Fancharacters involved.
Yippie.
Originally, each chapter would be named after a song, but...not working out so well. So it's just names now. Story's been edited a bit.
9 doesn't belong to me.
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Chapter One: Past and Present
This house is bare, flickered the one numbered 3, as he gestured towards an almost exact replica of him.
Indeed it is, I cannot find not one photograph…, the twin with the digit 4 replied through her eyes.
Not even a picture of him is here, shall we go back to the lab?
They turn their heads to a door at the end of the hallway. It's closed; clearly, the tall one wants no one to bother him.
To the living quarters then?
No, the first one is there. He's very cranky, remember?
Back to the bookshelf then, the second one might be there to read to us again…
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'It's terrifying to think that you really don't know what you had in this life until it's too late. I'm not quite sure what these creations will do in the future, but one thing is clear, we've made so many mistakes in the past.
I want to make sure these foolish decisions are never repeated. To do that, the world collectively must learn, and remember. Not a faint emotional memory, but a clear record of time.'
He looked around-empty. Alone. He went back to his journal.
'Thus, 3 and 4.
So much energy! So much unbridled childlike curiosity.
They carry the same inquisitive nature as 2, but with unparalleled passion. It's like history and knowledge provide sustenance to their speedy little bodies.'
Like children, he thought. He wiped clean his glasses. Lots of elders use glasses, mind you.
'And I mean SPEEDY. These guys are like little puppies, but instead of running around and chewing on furniture, 3 and 4 open books and tear through them with their eyes. Then they carefully return the book to it's place and move on to the next.
I've given up trying to chase them around the room.
Their joy boosts my spirits. Yet in the recesses of my mind, I cannot forget the death outside.'
He coughs, the clears his throat. Getting up, he felt as if he had left his body sitting in the chair. He felt weaker with each use of the contraption. I'd be lucky to awaken 6, he thought.
His legs wobble, until he forces his body to be still. Erecting his back properly, he turns his attention back to his desk. '5' was what a ragdoll, plopped down on a corner, had. That's all it had. It's not dead, but like a fetus developing within an expecting mother.
He picked up the ragdoll, and turned to a strange contraption sitting neatly on a desk. An apparatus is what he called it. Beside it, a talisman of sorts.
He exhaled as he began to strap '5' onto it. Then something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
A box, on a shelf.
"Daddy, it's really, really hot…can you make the fever go down?"
He remembered her whining, pleading for the fever to go down. No, no! Not that again! He quickly turned his attention back to 5.
Forget it, just try to forget it! He thought.
He picked up the talisman, but he, by mistake, saw the box again. But this time, something else.
A little doll's hand.
He sighs, taking 5 off the machine.
He remembered what life was once like. First a time of joy and happiness, then, an assassination, only to be followed by the only way the World could respond.
War.
"Austria and Hungary declare war on Serbia" stated the newspaper.
"Germany invades Belgium" announced the morning radio news a month later.
"Read all about it, America affirms war on Germany!" shouted the paper boy on the street corner a year or two after.
"Didn't you hear? The Great War's ended! My son's coming home!" exclaimed a man to a dumbstruck bar patron.
But that wasn't the end.
As the Great War progressed, so did a cough, followed by sneezing and a stuffy nose. Then joint pains. Then a high fever.
"Hundreds are dying from not the War, but of a terrifying new illness." explained the radio man. He too, would fall victim.
1918 came, and passed, along with millions of people.
Including her.
After that, life went on.
For a while that is.
"Banks across the nation announce the same thing, no money!" confirmed the newspapers.
Everywhere, people began losing jobs, then homes, then, their own dignity. Around the world, people began to sleep on the street floors, asking passerby's for money, eating scraps the kind restaurant owners had.
One man conducted a plan. His name, unknown, but referred to as "The Chancellor".
"We will quite literally, build a better living." He told his council.
"But how?" questioned the dumbstruck council members.
The Chancellor smiled, and then lifted his fist up.
"Machines."
It was a few weeks later, that he got a letter in the mail.
"Dear Comrade,
Throughout the Great War, our glorious Nation has towered over the globe as the defining symbol of power and progress. Thanks to the focused and organized efforts of our military forces, the War ended; and the world sees itself in a state of rebirth.
Ten years after the war, we must employ new methods to cleanse our planet or its scars. And on this day, it is clear to me that the path to peace, prosperity, and a leisurely life for the citizens of our nation is through technology.
Technology that will build. Technology that will create. Technology that will learn, improve, and grow.
I am pleased to extend State funding to your Automation research, Scientist. Make us proud.
-Chancellor"
When he first received the letter, he was honored, ecstatic, to know that he, 'The Scientist', was invited to such a plan!
Looking back on the letter, The Scientist sees the letter as a command, not an invite.
Once creation began on such technology, he felt something was wrong. It lacked a soul. He wanted to complain, but his 'comrade', the Chancellor, simply would not hear it.
The minute it, B.R.A.I.N., awoke, everywhere, people saw a chance at peace and prosperity. The minute it awoke, The Scientist knew it had different intentions.
War.
The Chancellor was a liar. The path of peace was nowhere in sight, only a path of war and domination. He took the technology soon after and twisted it, into a War machine, made to create weapons, powerful machines, and enforce authority.
And yet, people around the world shrugged it off. After all, following the Great War, why would anyone what to go through that again?
"Dozens of rebels were gunned down by military and machine forces yesterday afternoon," The radio host said on the morning broadcast. ", also yesterday, a popular singer arrived in Italy for her World Tour."
Ignoring the obvious, thought The Scientist. War was upon the entire world, and yet, people were interested in many other things.
"Did you see the coast off California? It's simply beautiful!"
"Arnold won the chess match again, lucky bastard..."
"A new building is being built near Rome-our home town!"
No one seemed to notice the inevitable coming War. Not of 'Our Nation' against the world. But of Machine against the world. The B.R.A.I.N began to show signs of defiance towards its leaders. When that happened, it was followed by beating and yelling at the metal beast.
It grew a seething hatred towards humans.
The scientist rubbed his forehead-how can he deal with this coming destruction? Suicide? Bitterness? Alerting the unexpecting people? Ignore it?
He thought back to the B.R.A.I.N's creation. Lack of a human soul.
A human soul…
That's it!
"9." He whispered.
And so we have caught up to the present time. Looking at the box on the shelf, he couldn't help himself. He got up and gently picked up the box. He sighed, and brought the box to the desk.
He remembered a little girl's giggle.
The Scientist, inhaling then exhaling, opens the box.
To fully understand this chapter you need to revist World War I,The Spanish Flu, and The Great Depression.
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