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Warning: I may conflict with the story of the games a little, but I do it in favor of a continuous storyline, and if there is an "official manga" or something, don't bitch at me about it, okay? This is a "STORY" don't read it if you don't wanto
X: A Hero Reforged
Test Power Fluctuation FFFFFFFF--FFF0
RETURN True
Test of AI-0003 Complete.
Test overall completion, Succeed, (98)
Begin Revival Sequence
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Error, Damaged Personality File, cannot compute.
Proceeding with Base System install...
Install complete.
Booting System "".
Clearence code not valid: Access denied.
Clearence code not valid: Access denied.
Clearence code not valid: Access denied.
Running, BruteEnforcer Code Breaker...
RETURN ("MissRoll4Ever")
Clearence code...valid: Access Granted.
Booting of System fully accessed.
Meanwhile...
"I don't like it here, Doctor. The risk factor is above the maximum allowed in my security algorithms." I said, just as an plasma burst passed right by my head. Access Trajectory Data Analysis Program 3.41...
Done
I began seeing the trajectories, and dodging them. I ducked into the ditch that Dr. Cain was digging, nearly landing on him. "Now tell me why you won't outfit me with a weapon's Module, Doctor?" "Because your chasy couldn't handle the additional stress Deca. I told you. Now help me dig, before we get killed. I need this console for my computer system, so that I can even make a defense grid!" The older doctor yelled, using his cane to dig with. I knew I should have at least brought a blaster for him to use, even if he had forbidden me to use one.
The plasma shots continued to zoom by as we tried to invent speed Archeology. I dug considerably faster than the Cain, but I was hitting a very hard substance before I could get to the base power system of the console. I continued around what my projection software said would be a rough cylinder shape, and dug into the wall, finding the base power unit, with a console that was still running an active program. "Doctor look at this!"
Cain stopped digging around the top of the apparent capsule, finding nothing but dirt. He came over and punched a few keys, after a moment of hesitation. A screen came up, displaying hundreds of lines of code, still running. I continued excavating the rest of the console, and found a hard drive module, with massive storage capacity. Archeology Placer: Technology Date ("2000-2065")
I gasped as the awe ran through my circuits. "This hardrive has over 2 Tetrabytes!" I said, just as I heard a plasma gun charge behind me. My AI software overrode Dr. Cain's command, and I nearly burned out my servo's as I moved with lightning speed, and whipped back to the Maverick that I had his position, and as predicted, he was aiming at Dr. Cain, him being a primary target. I reached up and moved his arm to the right, his left. This changed the trajectory of the blaster he was holding, even though I did not have time to prevent the blaster from fireing. I used my overpowered strength and ripped off the arm, and used the blaster still in its disembodied hand to put a blast right through it's singular ocular sensor. I ducked as another blast came at me. I pulled the Maverick down and turned the lifeless body into a barracade. I ripped out the power pack. It was an older model, but I could still interface with it. It's superior armor now was my strength. I pulled the blaster from the hand and held it according to my Basic Combat program instructions deigned, barrel up, next to the same shoulder that my hand held it in. My commands were having a runtime error as I tried to keep a hold of the large, near rifle size, hand gun, and I ended up droping it as I tried to continue to violate Dr. Cain's prior command. I held my left arm as I tried to re-establish control over it, as it tried to shut-down, to prevent the power struggle. "Doctor, enable my combat program! Please! I'm unable to protect you!" I yelled, as I began to shut down.
Cain was still working on the council, having not even moved, even though the blast had punctured the corner of the hard-drive. As he worked, he spoke in command code, which I could only accept from his voice code, "Halt Shut Down Sequence. Restore system rules to state before Basic Laws override." The console beeped even faster as he focused intently on the console. I felt my systems come under control, but I did not try for the blaster. I held my barracade, and picked up the severred arm. He didn't order me to not use any weapon, only blasters.
I saw the capsule window, still fogged over with dirt, depressurize. It moved, plowing through the earth I had not dug. Inside was a blue reploid, that I could not understand why, but he looked familiar.
Booting...
Running Spacial Detection program.
Running Battle Enforcement program.
Running Weapon Power Management program.
Booting Emotion system. Unavailable...
Booting S.O.U.L. system. Success.
Booting Motion and Movement Powe managment programming.
Run Programs...
My eyes openned. I recognized a human standing over me. My system's detected 23 power scorces around me, with similar frequencies to my own, and 23 active weapons. My power was low. My vocal circuits said in the default computer voice, "Enter tactical situation." I immediately derived it myself, and turned off the system defualts, so I would never speak with instantly annoying voice again. I got up, and converted my arm to Buster-Mode. "What's going on?" The old human just stood silent, as did the Reploid holding up the junked body with her back, looking to be struggling. I saw the power module in her left hand. My systems recognized it as radically advanced, but still compatibal with my system. I crawled over and took it from ther hand. She didn't even react.
I openned my chest plate, and turned on my back up batteries. I removed my dead powercell and put the new one in. It read as being only half charged, but it was nearly double my usual charge. I liked it, since it wasn't overloading my systems. I charged my buster. "Tell me the make and model of the Android presence, Reploid, or I'll junk you myself!" I screamed, now that I had even less time to prevent our mutual destruction. "There is no android presence, you obsolete peice of scrap! They're reploids, highly modified construction models armed with those." She pointed with her left hand at the blaster on the ground.
My buster didn't have a pattern to construct into a projectile. I knew I needed one, but not why. I also didn't know why I reached down and scanned the handheld weapon. I found I could reproduce the energy required for it to fire rounds in massive quantities. "What are you doing?" The female model reploid asked, stressing the need for action. I jumped up over her and her sheild, and blasted the reploid through the heart. I proceeded. I ran, dodging the shots. I focused a little, and set my buster, for a moment, to overload. I threw a charged shot as a group tried to overwhelm me, in a straight line, shooting through eachother's arms. The blast turned them into slag.
I jumped over a felled wall, and caught them trying to mount assault. They became slag as I wove a web of destruction. through the destroyed urban center. I didn't know where I was, or even who I was, but I knew my purpose; I was meant to protect, and I'd become slag before I abandonned that.
I cleared the area of the Reploid force, and piled them in a junk pile near my capsule. "It's save now." The entire battle had taken ten minutes, cleanup included. These 'bots had no combat skill at all. The reploid came up, carrying the human with her. She looked at the pile when she was done, and I saw the look of surprise cross her features. I looked right at her, and said, "Who's obsolete again?" Her expression, changed to a nuetral almost immediately as I said that, and she stood in front of the human. "Are you a Maverick?"
Search: "Maverick"
RETURN: "A term often used to describe pilot's or rogues."
"I'm really not that much of a pilot, but I can fly a thing or two. Why?" The human pushed the reploid aside. "My name is Dr. Cain, and this is Deca, my bodyguard and assistant. What's your model, and your name if you don't mind."
Search: Name, Model #
RETURN: ...
Error: Information corrupted or unavailable.
"I...I don't know." I told him, as a slight chill took my circuits. "That information must have been destroyed by the blaster." Dr cain said, then hit Deca in the head. "Compile all of the information before you fight!" Deca didn't react, because she was pretty solid, for a female type. Cain looked at me again and said, "I think the information is in your positronic lobes, but it's corrupted, by the plasma blast. But, until you have a name, and your memories, I think I'll call you X, after the X-factor, because these Mavericks didn't see you comming. We owe you our lives by the way." He said. We began walking, after Deca went through the pile, taking what power modules she could. "So what's a Maverick?" "A number of years ago, Reploids all around the world began to reject commands, and several killings occured. I was smart enough to see the trend, and set a few reploids aside, inactive ones mind you, and I set the only active reploid I had into into static mode. It seemed the virus only transferred during the update cycles while reploids were in dynamic mode." They got to a destroyed vehical. "Well, I suppose I should have expected this." Cain said, stating the obvious.
I looked at the vehicle, scanning it to see if it was still functional. Though the overall surface was heavily damaged, the structual stability was sound, and only one unit was actually damaged. They'd simply shot at it, until it was suitably damaged. Turning my long range targeting computer on, I activated different parts of my function code into a new program. It was strange, like I'd been able to do this since I'd been constructed, but it felt right. The scanner on my helmet activated, and scanned the surrounding area in backround radiation, and found a vehical behind the wall that had an undamaged part inside of it, though it was heavily damaged else where. The mavericks had been lucky to hit that part in the hover car in the first place.
Deca started to say, "I have a part in my design that can stand in for the frequency unit, so I'll just ride in the--" "No need for that," I said, walking a few hundred yards over a ridge. I reached into the gnarled reckage, and ripped the part out. The reckage kind of tried to follow it. I suddenly realized that I was really strong. After I put the part down, I picked up the reckage, like it was only 200 kilos, but it must have weighed more, according to my sensors, almost a ton. I put it down, and brought the part back. I installed it without speaking, the shock of my power overwhelming me.
Deca drove us at high speed, weaving through wreckage and cover so skillfully that I wasn't sure I would have detected them, had I been trying. I set myself into static mode, before my update cycles ran, avoiding infection with the virus; If I was this strong with out trying, how strong would I be, with a virus pushing my system to the limit. Deca spoke, when it was apparently safe to do so, "So, what's your original design function? I've never seen a robot do both mechanics and combat well."
Search: Purpose
RETURN: To protect the public from robotic threats, general catastrophies, and to preserve the serenity of the current world.
I looked at the world around me, at the post apocalyptic scenery around me, and the dead human's my ocular sensors could see, and I ammended that file. "To restore the serenity of the past world, a world where reploids and humans could live in harmony." But this still wasn't the answer to the question she had asked.
Search: Functionality
RETURN: Priority-Defend other righteous creatures or androids/reploids.
Secondary- Defend self.
Tertiary- Expand and Evolve.
"I'm supposed to protect people." I said, before it hit me, that I had been built for combat. I hated combat. "So, you're built for combat?" "No, I think I'm highly modified." I said, looking down at my left arm. It had a display on it, telling me how many rounds I could create. "You think? Reploids don't think. And you're definitly a reploid. Are you modified or not?" She said to me. She seemed familiar, like one of my backround processes was running really slow at recognizing her face pattern. I dismissed it though, my processors weren't that slow. "Deal with the answer. I thought I was an android, but if you say so. Androids think." I spat back, knocking on my helmet. That wasn't where my memory circuits were, but it was part of my programming. Dr. Cain had been listenning to our fight, and laughed out loud, almost hysterically.
"I like you, X. You've got attitude, and it's good to see a reploid displaying that trait, without trying to kill me." He laughed again. I liked his laugh, it was so familiar, and it sounded like it came from a bright place. "Anyway, we're members of an organization called the Maverick Hunters. We've been coming out here to find and recruit what looks to be a custom Reploid. It seems he was built by one Dr. W, though the records on him are scarce, we don't even know his full last name."
"Never heard of him. Is he still alive?" "No, unfortunatley, or he might have the reploid's override code, and there in we could be sure to recruit him." Cain said, like it was nothing. "Dr. Cain, if you had my override code, would you make me join your organization?" I asked, knowing that I didn't trust this human half as far as I could throw him. "Yes, if I had to. You have to understand that I don't have time to be idealistic. After the Mavericks are gone and peace has been restored, I hope to never use an override code, and I hope I don't have to use one before than either, but if the situation requires it, I will use it, no hesitation." He said.
That little speech told me a little about his character. I knew that he wouldn't do it unless he had to, just like me, destroying those reploids.
"So tell me more about these Maverick Hunters." I asked, needing some records, to know my choices. "Just like it sounds; we hunt Mavericks, trying to cut them off at their source. I was the founder, all those years ago, but we're fighting a losing battle. They've started to manufacture new troops, and we're lagging behind, with hand assembled ones. At this rate, we'll be completely out numberred in a matter of months." He said, with a grim contrast to his laughter. "I'll join the Hunters, Dr. Cain. If only to find out more about myself. If I'm out in the field, I have a chance of finding something from my past, maybe even records of my manufacture." "I may be able to help you with that, if I can do a thorough scan, and try to match your schematics to known designs. I'm sort of afraid that you may be a custom model, because I've never seen a design like yours."
We eventually arrived at a big wall, that had more battle scars than a several gangsters that were contained in my historical files. We turned and followed it, as Deca suddenly increased speed. The entire scene abubtly erupted into a battle scene. Barrages of Ionic cannon fire exploded just behind us, and the hover-car started to go tail over front, but Deca reduced the engine speed, and increased the forward hover thrusters, something skillful that I had thought of at the same time, and evenned us out. We rode the shockwave for a couple of seconds, then she turned the engine on overload and boosted us even faster. Dr. Cain had ducked from the ionic shell, and I was fine, adapting to the momentum changes rather well, and bracing myself. I looked away from the wall, and saw a single reploid leading the assault. I activated my weapon systems, even if they weren't lethal at this range, I could still scan them for info. Scanners focused into a narrow beam, checking inferred. Back round radiation was just to corrupted right now to use, though it was faster and more thorough; the power sources were warping it too much.
My eyes zoomed in on the 'general' reploid. It had a vertical slat in it's helmet, with a cannon on it's shoulder. It must have either been new, or a custom model, because I couldn't match it to anything in my database. We dodged another well placed Ion shell, but it was even closer this time, and I was almost thrown out, and Dr. Cain went into the air. I reached up and caught him by the cane he was so attached to. I quickly pulled him in, before the backwave dragged him from my grasp. I caught his arm just as the backwave yanked him, and I was able to keep him from falling out on to the ground wizzing by. "HOLD HER STEADY! I'M GOING TO TRY SOMETHING!" I yelled at Deca. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO!" She yelled back, as I braced myself. I charged my overload switch, aiming for the 'general' that was telling the cannon where to shoot. I had projected that the next one would hit us, we just weren't fast enough or meneuverable enough.
I had to time this right, because of how fast I was going, and the speed of the shells. I had to tell exactly when they would fire, down to the millisecond. That last two shots had been 1.74 min apart. It was not yet past that time, so I had to project the time they would fire. Even if they had the same firing time, I had to account for light movement.
...RETURN: A723EFF2 BCD3
I fired the blast, and it travelled toward it's goal. It was barely within range, and it shouldn't work, but if it didn't, we were all slag anyway.
I watched as the cannon showed it's round's glow through the barrel, perfectly on time. My shot was no longer visible, over such a distance, but that meant that they could see it. The general was panicing, and using some form propolsion built into his bipedal units, put some distance between him and the cannon. The Ion shell fired out of the barrel, and exploded right at the end of the barrel. The explosion was immense as the other rounds caught and exploded simultaneously.
"PUT US AGAINST THE--" "I KNOW! I KNOW!" Deca screamed, as she rammed the top of the vehicle into the wall, as I held Cain to the seat, my back scraping the wall and sending sparks flying as I left gouges in the metal. The shockwave hit the car, and the bottom bent toward the wall as it sqashed it against the wall like fresh green playdo. It was still working, but it was more of a flying oreo now. Deca flipped the car over and we arrived at the gate through an uninteresting, but gusty, trip to the massive gate.
We were allowed inside, and I was instantly pryed off the doctor. I twisted the wrist of the reploid that was pulling me off of him, and had his arm behind him before he realized it. "Don't try to restrain me, friend." I said, and released him. Dr. Cain got up, dusted himself off, and picked up his cane. "Do as he says. He's here of his own will, and he can leave as well. Not to mention that he just saved us all." He said calmly. I admired how calm he was, how cool and reserved he was. He must have nerves of silicon, or some other efficient substance. I, on the other circuit, was quite shaken, and I just didn't want to be touched.
"Is this the reploid that was in the Debris Fields? The one you were trying to recruit?" A reploid, looking to be a litigation model, asked, righting down things on a datapad. "No, Dodeca. This is X, until further notice, and we found him. Please, get him 'accomodations' and inform him of the period he is now in. Oh! and don't forget to update as much of his teck as you can, with out causing a system error. After your done, send him to me. I have to repair my scanner before..." He said as he walked away.
He may have had silicon nerves, but his mind seemed to have a few bolts loose. "Don't worry, X, he always get's like this in the base. He's just relaxing, letting out a stream of conciousness. Please follow me." Dodeca, said, waving me on. Deca accompanied me. "So Sis, how go the repairs to my buster?" "Wait! Wait a second! You two are sisters?" I said, shocked. I remembered something like that, but it was as fleeting as my recognition routines. "Yes, I'm 12, and she's #10. She may be programmed and outfitted for combat, but her basic structure is exactly like my own. Deca, your buster hasn't been a priority of late, so it's still on the mechanic's list. We have to fortify the base again, while we've got the spare time." She did this all while walking, and writing in perfect handwriting on her datapad; in cursive. It was a common font, but from my records, I hadn't seen a reploid able to recreate it on demand. Processors must have come a few generations since I'd been stored.
"X, you're now in the twenty-second century. The Mavericks appeared, in large quantities, in the year 2189. We are toward the end of our current century we've lost count of the years. When another fifty years pass, we're going to start saying twenty-third century. Our current defenses are sufficient, but not for long. Our field generators all seem die on the first shell, but we keep them anyway, because surviving one shot is better than not," She continued, "We've been scavanging all of the spare parts we can, to get the most advantage we can afford. We're at a severe disadvantage with personelle, because we can't make parts. We either have to rip parts from the srapped, or make new ones from scratch."
Almost in time with her speach, we passed by a couple piles of scrapped reploids, all half dismantled, and a row of 6 tables or more, with reploids getting refitted. I was no stranger to seeing my own kind in pieces, but this was the closest to disgusted I'd come to. "For what it's worth, I hope you don't end up in the heap." Dodeca said, "We went out of that room and showed up in a lab. " Please expose your cETnA port, and lay on the table." She said.
Search Hardware: cETnA port.
RETURN: Port not recognized
"I don't have one." I said. Dodeca laughed, and said, "No,hahahaa, really. Expose the port." I stared at her blankly, I didn't even know what cETnA stood for, let alone what it's purpose was. "C'mon, its not like I'm going to rip it out." "I told you, I don't have one. The only port I've got is a power port, and it takes lot of work to get to it." I repeated. "Every Reploid in the last century has a cETnA port. You must be in the first generation, when Reploids were custom made. What is your armor made of?"
"Liquid Nitrogen treated Titanium with Lead shells covering my essential systems, and an under coating of Silicon on the inner surface of my body, to protect against energy discharge. I'm immune to EM pulse, to an extent, and my helmet is made of a polymerized form of Aluminum, which is hard to come by, and I have polymerized Titanium for my human like parts." I concluded, reading off the list that appeared in my head. "Polymerized titanium is standard still, because it loses it's rigidity and retains quite a bit of stability, but Polymerized Aluminum has only been found in Military grade hardware." Dodeca said as she pulled some paper records from a top shelf. Her thick ankles extended and she reached the records while standing on her metalic toes. She flipped through them slowly, taking care not to rip the pages of ancient data. "We've been trying to melt some of that stuff off of an empty capsule we found. Maybe you can interface with it's systems, with your old style OS." "Oh, and one thing, he says he's an android, not a reploid. That's probably why he doesn't have any ports: Didn't they get their info through Optical flashes?" Deca said, grabbing a tool, and unscrewing her armor on her arm. It looked like it had a scorch mark from the inside.
We left Deca, who I'd come to actually like, behind and went to the "Recovery Room" where they took stuff apart and made stuff that worked. A mechanic bot with a swiss army knife for a and wave hello when we enterred. A capsule was sitting vertically, with a bot with a saw arm running a circular blade on one spot. The sound was loud, so we didn't say any think until he was finished. He pulled the blade away after a moment, all of the teeth on it were gone, and the edge was sandes smooth. "Diamonds don't cut it either Mick. I don't think that this is gonna work, " the saw-bot said, and disengaged the arm, letting it drop to the floor, in frustration. He walked of lopsided over to another project. "Hey, FeBot. What 'ave ya got fer me today?" The mech-bot said to my tour-guide. "I've got a bot with a helmet that's made of that stuff," She said, pointing toward the capsule. I stroled toward it, looking for an interface. "Really? I haven't seen anything that can break it, bend it, cut it or mark on it. It's kinda pissin' me off!" Mick said behind me. As I got with in a meter, the power clicked on, with a slow groan as the gears broke their rust lock ups. The two reploids behind me fell silent, as a hologram formed with in the capsule.
It was of an old, plump old man, who looked like a grandfatherly figure. "Hello, Megaman. By the time you find this capsule, I will likely be dead, or dying. I've had my life extended a little, and I've been able to manufacture some of the Polyminum I used in your construction, and I made these capsules. I've had to hide all but this one, because I fear the robots that Wiley built, before he was killed by that reploid he created. I have limited information on him, but he seems to have been infected with some virus, probably intended to remain dormant until he triggered it, but he wasn't always the genuis he claimed to be. Step into this capsule, and Polyminum will imported through your powerport, and modify your body, to beable to accept upgrades from the other capsules. I intentionally made this one easy enough to find, and activate. The others will only activate when you approach within a half meter, opposed to this ones full meter.
"In the unlikely event that your personality has been reset, Here is your release code, so that you can accept new information, outside of dynamic mode." There was screach of tones and pulses, and I felt a cell-block dissapate in my circuits. "You are not to enter Dynamic mode for any reason, even to protect a human. Do you understand? The Virus is codenamed Sigma, by Wiley. He was able to send me a transmission with his dying breath, and that is all the information I have for you Megaman. Please, if you awaken to find the world as I fear it will be without you, I implore you to save it."
The hologram turned off. "So I'm called 'Megaman.' I still like X though..." I said. "Dodeca? Designate me Megaman X. If this thing malfunctions, I want Deca to have my buster." I said, and jumped onto the platform. Dodeca and Mick both bolted for me, but it was too late. I knew the risks, and the possible doom I had jumped into head first, but I knew that voice, even with no memory of it. I trusted that old man.
The moment my bi-pedal units hit the panel, a shield surrounded the the platform, and I felt the silicon on my inner shell charge, and focus in my chest, where my power port was. I felt something materalize on it, and the energy drained to that location. The light that surrounded me, faded away and the shield shut down. The capsule fell apart, and I rushed out of it. Stepping and almost stumbling out. "How insane ARE YOU! ARE YOU INFECTED OR SOMETHING YOU PIECE OF SCRAP!" Dodeca yelled at me.
"I trust that human. I don't know why, but I do. And what ever he did, he did it correctly, because my system has been modified. I think you'll have better luck using the metal--" A voice came from the pile, as a whisper. "Farewell, Rock." I waited for something else, though I knew those were the final words. "...now." I finished. I knew that name. Picking myself up, I did a minor systems check, and found that the new 'adapter' allowed the energy that had flowed through my inner silicon shell to be converted, on a more massive scale, into objects, and to attach itself to my exterior.
It was a little more advanced than I could understand completely, but the programming in it told me as much. It was just the surface text file meant for me to find. I delved a little deeper, and found an encrypted file, that seemed to decrypt itself on an event. I didn't mess with it, because I could corrupt an already corrupted file that would have fixed itself.
"What were you thinking X! You could have been infected! Or you could have been deleted!" Dodeca screamed. Mick looked at me for a moment, and chuckled. "I like ya kid. Yer jus' what we need around here. If ya need a tune-up, lemme know." He said, and then walked away, to attend to another job. Dodeca gave him a dirty look, before turning to me. I saw my reflection in her lenses, and I realized I had a silly dumb smile on my face. I immediately put that facial expression away for later. "Sorry, but told you, I know that human. I'm not sure who he is or what he did, but I trust him." She looked into my lenses, and she seemed to soften a little, as she saw my resolve. "...Fine, but I want to test these capsules before you step in them; time didn't exactly give him a helping hand. You heard how that thing was rusted!" She said, and walked away. I found a map, and went to Cain's Lab.
I walked in, just as he put the final piece in a device about as large as my forearm. He said, "Oh X, I was just about to send for you. You have good timing. Did Dodeca find out anything about your past?" Cain said, as he lead me over to a table and had me lay down on it. "Yeah, it was strange! I activated a pod made of polymerized Aluminum, and it had a holo-recording on it. It was of an old human, I think I knew him, though!" I said like a confused human child. I was happy to have a lead to go on, let alone someone who actually knew my design well enough to modify it, but this was extremely abnormal.
"Oh well, this'll settle any real doubts about your make and model." Cain pulled a lever, and I was thrust under a scanner. Dr. Cain hobbled over to the controls, and began punching in keys. My exterior began heating up, uncomfortably. "Hey! What are you doing!" I asked, suddenly suspicious. "I'm testing your Isotope accumulation. If it's low, like I think it will be, you'll have been in an extremely small amount of battle. If I'm wrong, then you'll either have been in heavy battle, or extremely old." I saw the reading on the screen extend to the top of the screen I could identify, and then a new screen lit up, and it kept extending, and then again, and again. It stopped at four screens full, when the smoothness on the wall stopped. Then the next columb of screens began, and it extended another two screens. "That was almost off the scale!" Cain said, after a few moments of awkward silence. "You must be as old as I am, and been fighting this war for longer than I've been alive, if this is an accurate reading! Either that, or been in a lot of major combat before it began!" Cain began rapidly tapping on the control panel, and all I could do was watch as my outer skin cooled. I felt a paper thin thread feeling of taughtness run from my head and down into my bipedal units.
"And your design! Your missing so much basic hardware, and you've got Android parts in their place!" He rushed over to me, and asked emphatically, "Do you know what that means?" I looked at him, waiting for an answer. I had already tried to find an answer, but it was a leap that my logic systems couldn't make, not with out some major program repair. I answered, after a few extremeley quiet moments, "No."
"It means that you were the first! You were the first reploid, before refinements were made to the design!" exploded from his mouth, and then he gasped. "Computer, delete the last two minutes of audio, then run data scrubbing." he commanded at noone in paticular, and I heard a couple of beeps showing that the computer had destroyed the file to it's own satisfaction. He looked right at me, in my eyes. "Tell noone. If anyone finds out, especially the Mavericks, you'll be targeted for destruction at all costs. You were the first, and so you have a lot of raw power that other reploids simply cannot aquire, because of inhibitors made necessary by design." He whispered. I instantly got up, and and commited the little one-sided conversation to my backup memory. It was hard for even me to access it there, and it would be safe from discovery by a passing data sweep if I got captured.
"I understand, Doctor. Just get me a fresh power pack, and I'll finish this war. If these 'bots were based on my design, then I kinda started this fight. I'm going to stop this fighting, so that Reploids and Humans can live together."
SetDirective: "To end the fighting between reploids and humans, and to protect the peace after this ensues."
RETURN: Directive Change Granted