Megaman X The Unrecorded Files.
Prologue
How to begin. I suppose starting at the end is the best place to start. This may seem different, but you will see when you have heard the whole story. My name is X. I am a maverick hunter. In case you don't know a maverick is a machine that breaks the one law of artificial intelligence. 'A robot may never harm a human being.' They go crazy, and many attack crowds of innocent people. That's why we, the maverick hunters were created. To rid the world of all mavericks.
I am part machine. I have mostly a human thoughts, with a human head, and one hand is human. The rest is all machine. I am the size of a tall human, but my body is covered with blue and silver armor. My right hand retracts and an energy blaster, or as it is commonly known, a X-buster.
That is not the point. I am writing this because everyone has been lied to. When I woke up from my sleep, and saved the world from Sigma's wrath, and destroyed all of his henchmen, I was regarded as a hero. And people need a hero. That is one thing that history has proved. People need a hero to rally behind. I was that hero, although my record is not clean. I have one black mark. And that black mark is the worst, and greatest screw up this world has known. But since I saved the world, and they needed a hero, it was covered up. My name was preserved, and I was set into history as an immortal hero.
But I find I can not live any longer with out telling the true story. Tell the story of my fateful mistake. That one mistake that would have ruined my life had it not been covered up. And now it haunts me. The guilt of living the lie has caught up with me, I can bear it no longer.
This is my unrecorded story.
Prologue
How to begin. I suppose starting at the end is the best place to start. This may seem different, but you will see when you have heard the whole story. My name is X. I am a maverick hunter. In case you don't know a maverick is a machine that breaks the one law of artificial intelligence. 'A robot may never harm a human being.' They go crazy, and many attack crowds of innocent people. That's why we, the maverick hunters were created. To rid the world of all mavericks.
I am part machine. I have mostly a human thoughts, with a human head, and one hand is human. The rest is all machine. I am the size of a tall human, but my body is covered with blue and silver armor. My right hand retracts and an energy blaster, or as it is commonly known, a X-buster.
That is not the point. I am writing this because everyone has been lied to. When I woke up from my sleep, and saved the world from Sigma's wrath, and destroyed all of his henchmen, I was regarded as a hero. And people need a hero. That is one thing that history has proved. People need a hero to rally behind. I was that hero, although my record is not clean. I have one black mark. And that black mark is the worst, and greatest screw up this world has known. But since I saved the world, and they needed a hero, it was covered up. My name was preserved, and I was set into history as an immortal hero.
But I find I can not live any longer with out telling the true story. Tell the story of my fateful mistake. That one mistake that would have ruined my life had it not been covered up. And now it haunts me. The guilt of living the lie has caught up with me, I can bear it no longer.
This is my unrecorded story.