PROLOGUE
What is destiny? Is it what fate deals you, or what others interpret as fate once an event occurs?
Is it absolute and unquestionable, or...
...
...
Can something fall through?
A red light appeared on the screen, and a distinctly feminine synthesized voice announced: "Living Data signatures appearing in Japan."
From being slumped over in a chair, a figure, hidden in the shadows of the dark room, jerked and sat up. "Where?"
Maps appeared, first of the world, then a red box around the island nation appeared and expanded. Then it focused on a single island, and a single city... "Where is that?"
Ideograms appeared on the screen.
"TRANSLATE, DAMMIT!"
The Katakana wavered and became English characters. "That seems awfully familiar. Let me think... Open file and cross-reference global data map number 1, focus on intercepted data patterns, Biorhythms, Digimon, Digi-Destined."
Another map appeared beside the first, more red dots appearing in a close formation.
"Overlay, compare event locations."
The computer willingly obliged, setting the maps on top of each other.
The marks were within a mile of each other.
"Lyla?" the figure asked suddenly.
"Yes?" the machine replied instantly, a plain woman in business suit appearing via holographic projection.
"Synth me a cup of Chai; I think we've run out of time. Activate project: Doppelganger, code authorization: 'If I had a clone, I'd be beside myself with joy.'"
"Synthesis of Chai tea will take forty five seconds. Sugar?"
"Yes."
"Cream?"
"You know it."
A new window appeared, under the title "Doppelganger".
"Excellent. He really does look like..." the human began quietly, admiring his work.
"Your tea, sir."
"Ah, thank you. Do you have the edited memory arrays ready for uploading? And make sure the combat training and pseudo-biorhythm are fully integrated. We don't want a screw up like last time."
A slight moment of silence as the computer called up the appropriate functions.
"Start the compile, then. I'll get the crests."
Five hours later:
The hologram came to life, and walked to the sleeping human's side. "Compile complete... Build?"
The only response was a gentle snoring.
"Compile complete... Build? Compile complete... Build? Compile complete... Build?..."
Late the next day, Lyla was still repeating the request when the programmer awoke.
"...complete... Build? Compile complete... Build? Compile complete"
Listening to this for about a minute, the programmer snapped. "YES! Build in the release chamber! Just don't repeat yourself like that!"
"Affirmative. Beginning build process... Would you like dinner?"
"Wha? What time is it?" rubbing his eyes and looking at his watch, Drowzee1 came fully awake. "Oh, Sh..."
In the release chamber, a fuzzy shape gained definition with every passing second...
As the coding fit together, the essence of being formed, the consciousness formed at the primordial level and advanced quickly. Memories of life beyond the meager time frame of the build process showed in flashes... Mastery of martial arts and the love of battle... knowledge of the fellow Digimon, their purpose, his purpose. Finally, it was finished. A new creature lay on a dais in the center of the room...
"Lyla, is he ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Execute."
A pair of golden eyes flashed open, and the Digimon was instantly up and out the door, running towards Japan.
"I hope we've done the right thing, Lyla."
"Yes, sir."
(Author's note: Due to the lack of reviews, I've removed all of the original stories and edited them, compiled some into one fic... This way I can write other Digimon fics without confusing or being confused myself.)
What is destiny? Is it what fate deals you, or what others interpret as fate once an event occurs?
Is it absolute and unquestionable, or...
...
...
Can something fall through?
A red light appeared on the screen, and a distinctly feminine synthesized voice announced: "Living Data signatures appearing in Japan."
From being slumped over in a chair, a figure, hidden in the shadows of the dark room, jerked and sat up. "Where?"
Maps appeared, first of the world, then a red box around the island nation appeared and expanded. Then it focused on a single island, and a single city... "Where is that?"
Ideograms appeared on the screen.
"TRANSLATE, DAMMIT!"
The Katakana wavered and became English characters. "That seems awfully familiar. Let me think... Open file and cross-reference global data map number 1, focus on intercepted data patterns, Biorhythms, Digimon, Digi-Destined."
Another map appeared beside the first, more red dots appearing in a close formation.
"Overlay, compare event locations."
The computer willingly obliged, setting the maps on top of each other.
The marks were within a mile of each other.
"Lyla?" the figure asked suddenly.
"Yes?" the machine replied instantly, a plain woman in business suit appearing via holographic projection.
"Synth me a cup of Chai; I think we've run out of time. Activate project: Doppelganger, code authorization: 'If I had a clone, I'd be beside myself with joy.'"
"Synthesis of Chai tea will take forty five seconds. Sugar?"
"Yes."
"Cream?"
"You know it."
A new window appeared, under the title "Doppelganger".
"Excellent. He really does look like..." the human began quietly, admiring his work.
"Your tea, sir."
"Ah, thank you. Do you have the edited memory arrays ready for uploading? And make sure the combat training and pseudo-biorhythm are fully integrated. We don't want a screw up like last time."
A slight moment of silence as the computer called up the appropriate functions.
"Start the compile, then. I'll get the crests."
Five hours later:
The hologram came to life, and walked to the sleeping human's side. "Compile complete... Build?"
The only response was a gentle snoring.
"Compile complete... Build? Compile complete... Build? Compile complete... Build?..."
Late the next day, Lyla was still repeating the request when the programmer awoke.
"...complete... Build? Compile complete... Build? Compile complete"
Listening to this for about a minute, the programmer snapped. "YES! Build in the release chamber! Just don't repeat yourself like that!"
"Affirmative. Beginning build process... Would you like dinner?"
"Wha? What time is it?" rubbing his eyes and looking at his watch, Drowzee1 came fully awake. "Oh, Sh..."
In the release chamber, a fuzzy shape gained definition with every passing second...
As the coding fit together, the essence of being formed, the consciousness formed at the primordial level and advanced quickly. Memories of life beyond the meager time frame of the build process showed in flashes... Mastery of martial arts and the love of battle... knowledge of the fellow Digimon, their purpose, his purpose. Finally, it was finished. A new creature lay on a dais in the center of the room...
"Lyla, is he ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Execute."
A pair of golden eyes flashed open, and the Digimon was instantly up and out the door, running towards Japan.
"I hope we've done the right thing, Lyla."
"Yes, sir."
(Author's note: Due to the lack of reviews, I've removed all of the original stories and edited them, compiled some into one fic... This way I can write other Digimon fics without confusing or being confused myself.)