Chapter 1:
Author's Note: I disclaim ownership of Mega man X, and everything relating to it. As far as I'm concerned, this whole story already belongs to Capcom, so if they want, they could take this whole story and use it for a game. If they chose to do that, then I'd be extremely happy. So be sure to encourage anyone on the Capcom/Mega man X staff to read and use this fanfic, okay? Okay... Now this story is originally supposed to have ten chapters, but it may or may not end that way, plus the direction of the plot is kind of sketchy. Meaning I have no definite path for the story to take. So don't ask me what I'm going to do next, 'cause not even I know. Not I, or X.
I:
Stasis sleep...
It provided different things for different people, that is, if you consider reploids to be people.
Unlike humans, reploids generally had more direct control of the nature of their recharge cycle. Newer models could simply install solar panels on the outer shell of their armor; thus eliminating the need for stasis sleeps, and works indefinitely. Yet others cling to the pointless tradition of setting aside a time for idleness. But when hiring a reploid, the nature of recharge is written in the resume, so they wouldn't even dream of "vacationing just for the sake of it", whereas, humans had physical needs, therefore usually had more time off. This notion embittered some reploids, but they knew better than to complain since at this point in time, mechanloids had taken a bulk of the physical labor required. Amechanloid can't write a speech, but can't go on strike, either. Mechs more than make up for their intellectual shortcomings with sheer, generated, product. However, Reploids were still needed for jobs that required a more creative, human touch.
But X and 0, or "Zero" if you prefer, were different from most reploids. Whose innermost workings a complete mystery to everyone except their creators, actually dreamt outside of any self implanted images or programs. Other Maverick Hunters could simply get some extra training done while asleep through a VR cycle, or if they're feeling really lazy, simply log onto the Internet. But both X and Zero were unique in the fact that they could dream like most humans could. At least, what they assumed were like most people's dreams. For all they know, any dreams they do have are simply preprogrammed to show at certain intervals. But they doubt that is the case, for their dreams often consist of current events, and things that recently happened to them, but other times, they are of things that are familiar but forgotten. Which is also odd for reploids.
It wouldn't be an intended pun to say that most reploids have photographic memory, because their eyes are literal cameras. Anything they saw, they remembered indefinitely, which is why they are likely candidates to hold a grudge. The only way for them to vaguely remember would be for them not to hear or see the event clearly at all. But more and more, X and Zero subtly differ from both humans and reploids. These differences occasionally generate resentment from both groups, as X would be the only reploid to possibly be dosing off during a lecture or speech, if you even consider him to be a reploid in the literal definition.
X's thoughts would have to wind to close for now however, because like most humans, he had little control over the nature and quality of a sleep cycle. His contemplative gears always twirled the fastest just as circumstances forced him to wake up... Wake up!
WAKE UP!