Title: Mary Sue Seduces Everyone

Author: WingedPanther73

Pairing(s)/Characters: OC

Rating: PG-13

Summary: This is a birthday present to Sybil (at her request). Mary Sue takes on the entire cyborg team.

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: Cyborg 009, its names and characters belong to Shotaro Ishinomori. I am not William Shakespeare.

Beta Reader & Birthday Girl: Sybil Rowan

Prologue

Merriweather Susanna Isis III, PhD., Nobel Laureate, Rhodes Scholar, and faithful Black Ghost scientist, was attempting to celebrate her seventy-third birthday. Unfortunately, watching the footage of Francois was doing nothing to help her mood. Francois still looked young, perky, and desirable. Merriweather, on the other hand, was flabby, sagging, and suffering from thinning hair. Her greatest creation was mocking her.

With the failure of 0013 to have any impact on the cyborgs, it was clear Black Ghost needed to stop sending addle-brained morons to stop them. It would require an intelligent, powerful cyborg to stop their reckless disruption of Black Ghost's plans. Fortunately, she was smarter than Doctor Gilmore, so she would have no problem with such a mission.

"I will NOT accept wearing this body into eternity! I am not going to live forever with sagging tits!" She lifted the floppy things with her hands to reinforce the point. "I will be perky!"

"Yes, Dr. Isis! Have you selected your hair style?"

"Blond, shoulder length, slight wave, luxuriant and shiny. Also, I will not be going around looking like a floppy pear. I want a trim, but curvaceous body. I want porn stars to be jealous when they see me!"

"Understood, ma'am."

"And I will have green eyes. At first glance, people should be uncertain if they're gray or green. It should draw them in, so that they'll gaze into my eyes dreamily, entranced by their exotic beauty."

"Very well, ma'am. We have the specs for the enhanced functions. Did you need to review them? Some of the other doctors have questioned the advisability of putting all those abilities into a single body."

Doctor Isis smacked the technician with her clipboard. "They're unimaginative idiots! I have calibrated everything perfectly! I will not be able to beat them if I cannot match their abilities. I have to have them all in a single body."

The technician dutifully checked off the list: flight, acceleration device, enhanced senses, blade/gun hands, knee rockets, transformation, armor, strength, fire-breathing, and swimming. "I don't see psychic abilities on the list, ma'am."

"Of course not! Do you think I'd let those idiots scramble my precious brain? The brat sleeps for two weeks at a time. I'll have the entire group disposed of in plenty of time to haul little Ivan back to daddy."

"Of course, ma'am. How silly of me."

It was going to be a grand birthday present she had designed for herself.