I Want To Be The One//Rockman

I.

I Am.

I Am Rock.

Those were my first words, and they're as good as any to introduce myself. I'm Rock, an android, built by the good Dr. Thomas Light, my father. I'm built to appear to be about fifteen years old or so. Dad programmed me as a lab assistant, and to be his son. I like to think I'm doing well on that front. It must be a little weird, though, having a son that never ages. However, he seems to be happy he has me, and I'm happy I have him. As long as he doesn't suddenly snap and try to sell me into slavery or something, I reckon I'm safe.

I also have a "sister". Her name's Roll. Yeah, yeah, I know. Rock and Roll. Ha ha. Dad meant to do that. He loves his lame puns. She's another lab assistant, and a great one. She's the most logical out of all of us, and keeps things organized. Sometimes Dad can be a bit scatterbrained, so I'm sure having Roll and I around has been a great help. There are some times when I wonder how Dad even got us built in the first place.

So, yeah, that's the family. Judging by outside appearances, we're pretty normal. Most of the time, Roll and I work with Dad in the lab, building, refining, and just helping out. It's a peaceful existence, and it's great fun.

I was never meant for combat.

Unfortunately, due to certain circumstances, I had to be modified into a fighting robot. That damn Dr. Wily, Dad's cousin, my uncle, betrayed us. He stole all of the robots he and Dad made to help out mankind, and brainwashed them. To make things worse, his repeated use of an imperfect teleportation device caused him to go completely insane. I had to be sent out to defeat the brainwashed robots and stop Wily once and for all. Almost all of the things I had to fight were once my friends, and it was difficult seeing them transform into, for lack of a better term, monsters. It was even more difficult having to kill them and stop them from destroying the human race. They were fellow robots, ones I spent time with and considered friends. To make things worse, all the while I had to deal with a cult hell-bent on destroying all robots, a virus implanted in my brain by Wily, a struggle with my own morality, and The Three Laws.

The Three Laws of Robotics were originally proposed by Isaac Asimov, and are installed in every robot in the hopes to prevent an uprising. They also are supposed to keep robots "safe", that is not harmful to humans, while still keeping the robots themselves working and useful. The laws are:

1.A robot must never harm a human being.

2. A robot must preserve its own existence, unless it conflicts with the first rule.

3. A robot must obey all commands, unless they are in conflict with the first two rules.

I don't follow that last rule. I don't know how it happened, but somehow I'm able to break it. I'm pretty sure I can break that second one, too. Just a side-effect of having developed sentience, I suppose. It happened to my brother, too.

That's right, I forgot to mention him. My brother was named Blues. He came before Roll and I, and we don't talk about him much. The first son of Light was somehow able to break all three laws before going berserk and teleporting to God-knows-where. In order to make sure that never happened again, Dad programmed a self-destruct mechanism into mine and Roll's heads that would activate if we tried to break the First Law. You might think that's cruel, but to be perfectly honest I'd rather die than malfunction and hurt my Dad, or the innocent people in the city.

The virus Wily implanted in me was anchored to the Three Laws, the deepest part of my programming. It tried eating at them to trigger the self-destruct mechanism, and it was only because of Dad's expertise and quick thinking that it didn't end up killing me. It was terrifying; I could feel it burying into my mind as I stared down Dr. Wily, aiming my arm cannon at the power source of his killing machine. By the time I got to that point, I was badly hurt. I thought it was going to be my last act on this Earth, bringing Wily to justice.

By breaking the second law and putting my life in jeopardy, I could defeat the virus. Wily was arrested, and swiftly jailed. And just as swiftly, he was released. I don't know what the idiots at Fyodor Prison were thinking, letting this madman loose again upon this world. But it is what it is. He's out there, and he's used his experience working with his cousin to build more robots to try and take over the world. It's up to me to stop them.

After all, I've done it once, what's to say I can't do it again?

Do I want to be the one? Nah, not particularly, but someone has to fight for justice and save the people. Dad said as much when I talked to him earlier. I still couldn't help but notice some regret in his eyes, though, I suppose because he remembers what happened the last time. I tried to tell him I'd be fine. He wasn't so sure, since the virus had caused all the chips I stored the weapons data from Achilles and the others to be unusable. Really, though, my buster gun will be fine, and I'm sure the robots Wily built have similar chips I can take to Dad and get installed in me.

Time to get into my ass-kicking gear. Yeah, even the blue underwear. It looks ridiculous, but it's functional. Dad says the first robot is in some city called Monsteropolis.

It's time to fight, for everlasting peace.