The year 20XX. The city of Monstropolis. Daytime. Lightly windy.
The location, in specific terms, is that of the house of Dr. Thomas Xavier Light, a brilliant young scientist with a plan on his mind. His genius has given world-renown fame and recognition... to his chagrin.
Right now, he was in the middle of an interview with Channel 4 News Representative Darlene Jackson. Totally not his idea of a fun time, but he didn't complain verbally.
Besides, he has a purpose for this interview...
"A prototype transporter," Dr. Light explained when the interviewer asked what was at the corner of the room, "Using existing, publicly owned satellites, we can transport matter from anywhere on the planet to a locked in location. Some companies have used it to transport materials and products from here and there to there and here, all with success."
"This, I'm sure, most know," she noted, "But tell me, Dr. Does it work on humans?"
"We don't have any comment on the idea of human transportation..." Dr. Light replied,
"...except its part of the reason my assistant's right hand had to be replaced."
"I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE BUILT IT LIKE A PORTAL GUN!" Dr. Albert Wily, Light's assistant (emphasis on the first three letters of assistant,) shouted from a nearby room.
"And I told you it wasn't ready for human usage," Light replied, "So that is that."
"Guys, interview, hello?" A girl who was watching the interview spoke out.
"Right. Thanks, Pandora. And now," Dr. Light spoke, "Onto the main attraction."
Into another room (and the goal of this interview, Dr. Light noted,) they went. Five robots stood in the room, all of them of humanoid design.
"These, if you're wondering, are my new commercially designed assistant robots," Dr. Light explained, "Using the Macro-Amplified Siliconic Titanium Evolving Robotic System, this machines are designed to tackle tasks too dangerous for humans. When commercially released, they'll be referred to as the DRN series. But for the sake of simplification in the lab, we call them the Robotmasters."
"I see..." the interviewer noted, "And... may we see a prototype? you know, so we can
see how far along the process has gone in designing them?"
"The only successful prototype to be outfitted with the MASTER System was a robot designed for combat zones," Dr. Light noted, "His name was Blues... and we've moved on since then, giving the robots more... civilian purposes. Guts Man is designed to lift objects larger then most cranes can handle. Cut Man was designed to deal with unwanted tree branches too high for any gardener to trim as well as other jobs. Ice Man, arctic exploration. Elec Man, power-generator. Fire Man, incineration. Bomb Man, demolition."
"In addition to that," Dr. Wily interrupted, "Each robot has been outfitted with an internal energy generator, which allows them to go without recharges unless needed."
"Good to know," The interviewer smiled, "Now, are these the same bots that got you the Nobel Prize?"
"Yes, they are," Dr. Light replied, "Although frankly, the Nobel Prize in Science is a little... odd to give to a guy like me. I just do this because I love doing it so much."
"And I help," Dr. Wily noted, "Not that any of you care."
"I can't help but notice how... humanoid they are," The interviewer noted.
"Well you have to design them that way so that people can relate to them," Dr. Light replied, "Makes it easier to work with them. That's what my last assistant told me at least. I keep a few of her creations around, for both nostalgia and practical purposes."
"Okay, reporting from Dr. Light's lab, this is Darlene Jackson, signing off," Ms. Jackson sighed, "You got it?"
The Cameraman gave a thumbs up.
"Now, what were you saying about your last assistant?" She turned to the Doctor, "You keep a couple of her things around?"
"Yes. One of them is a mug she created out of scrap metal and coated in Silicon, and the other is the Pandora Supercomputer," Dr. Light noted.
"Pandora Supercomputer?" She looked at the girl, who was just organizing the shelves,
"You mean the girl is a robot master herself?"
"Well, an avatar of a hyperintelligent supercomputer kept in my lab," Dr. Light shrugged, "She helps me organize the lab, and sometimes makes me dinner, but she's mostly just someone to talk to without feeling a slight unhinging aura."
"I heard that!" Dr. Wily shouted.
"Well, thanks for the interview!" She turned and walked out the door.
"There are cookies near the door, if you are interested!" Pandora shouted.
"Oh, thanks!" Darlene shouted back, and the door shut.
"Well, that went well," Dr. Wily sighed.
"Albert, can we talk?" Dr. Light asked.
"Of course," Dr. Wily replied, "What do you need me to talk about?"
(Ten Minutes Later)
"You want to build ANOTHER robot?" Wily was astonished, "One to help Pandora out?"
"Yes," Dr. Light replied, "Actually, to be frank, I've been working on this bot on and off. I like to think of it as a second Pandora, like the Biomechanical Lifeform Unit was originally designed to be before the whole combat robot phase we went through."
"Blues ran off months ago!" Wily replied, "The only thing that keeps Pandora here is the fact that she was ordered to by her creator, and even then, she goes out and about!"
"Look, Dr. Wily, I've been working on this one for a while, and I've been wanting to put you on the project," Dr. Light noted, "So... deal?"
"No deal. One of those things was enough for me to waste my time on!" Wily shouted, "My talents extend beyond your ideas! I'll prove it!"
After flipping a table over, Dr. Albert Wily exited the premises. His face was filled with anger, with hate. Hate for Dr. Light. Hate for Pandora. Hate for the scientific community. Hate for society in general. He had many regrets, many follies, many failures...
...and a plan.
