Epilogue
Chapter One: Take This And Go
Here t'is! Might be slow goings, but I'm looking forward to this, so who knows? (This is the shortest chapter in the fic; they get longer as you go on.) Be sure to check out The Cybersix Diaries, which were inspired by a LOTR fic. Humorous stuff, or so I hope. Review, please, I live for it. And you wouldn't want me dead, would you?
Von Reichter turned to his clone, smirking triumphantly. It's finished, José, he declared, and gestured at the screen. The pages on pages of equations were in the process of printing, and José stepped forward to read them with interest. Read carefully, my boy. You are looking at the future of Meridiana.
It's excellent! It's superb! It's - diabolical genius! A grin crossed José's face. Mass production, whole armies of Fixed Ideas! When do we - I mean, you, Father - When do you start?
Soon. Very soon. But you'll have a job, too. We may need to imprison the citizens in camps. You'll have to see that they stay under control, won't you?
Yes Father, of course. José turned to leave, then stopped. But what about Cybersix, Father? Won't she get in the way?
Leave her to me.
...yes, Father. And Von Reichter watched the doors hiss closed behind him.
Now the real fun began. His plan was foolproof. Unlike the failed plots of the past, this one unconditionally assured victory. He had developed the formula for mass production of his creations; this utilized sustenance to its fullest potential (the results were frighteningly large). With work and training, the armies would be lethal, and Meridiana would fall, and fall hard.
He had put in orders on the underground for many supplies of three different types of firearms; Shipments of the same gun for each type of creation. The shipments were due any day now. Hence, he thought, I need to get started right away. But first...
A small Techno girl peered into the room. She had long brown hair and a dress so beaten it looked like a quilt. Von Reichter sometimes felt sorry that he could not manage to find suitable clothing for some of the Technos, but this girl never complained. She was one of his favorites, so he had assigned her a name. Her designation was T-9871, but he never called her that. Marie could not read, and for this mission, she was perfect.
Yes, sir? she ventured timidly.
Von Reichter handed her the last, and most relevant, page of equations. Take this and go, Marie. Go into the city. Tonight, you must find Cybersix and give it to her, then come straight back, no matter what she says. Do you understand?
Marie looked at the paper, predictably not understanding the contents. Yes, sir.
Good girl. Go on, get out.
As the little girl scampered out, Von Reichter sat down. It does no harm for Cybersix to know my plan; even SHE cannot stop me this time! With a laugh, he turned on his rows of equipment, and began putting his programs to work.