"Why…" The blood seeped from behind his teeth, dripping onto the cold steel floor that lay beneath him. "Can't you see it's for the best? Humanity has seldom little time left on this planet, thanks to what we've wrought. We can't continue to-" His words were cut short, as the firm hold of a titanium hand gripped his throat, raising him off the ground. He sputtered and choked, unable to breath, the blood from his wounds filling up his lungs. "No, Dr. Light. I don't see selflessness and pity in your betrayal. I only see the truth: that you have abandoned us. Doomed us." The doctor grunted, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at Dr. Cossack's corpse, unceremoniously crumpled on the floor behind his attacker.
"If you don't understand now, my child, then you will never understand. If only…" He raised a single finger, touching the assaulter's chest-plate, smearing some of his blood onto the metal. "…we had given you a heart." With a frustrated roar, Dr. Light was shoved onto the wall, a sickening crack signifying his life had come to a close. The body was dropped, slumping to the ground like an abandoned marionette. "You're no better than Wily, Dr. Light. Abusing your creations without sympathy or the foresight to see what you wrought upon them."
The figure peered around the lab, mechanical bits were scattered around haphazardly, wires jutting out of places they shouldn't, firing off sparks of electricity. He sighed, nearing the computer, and tapping a few commands into the unit. "Computer: access requested." The computer sputtered to life, a greenish screen lighting up the ghastly room. "Access initiated, proceed with identification protocol." The character placed his hand on the console, and immediately, wires snaked out of the contraption and plugged themselves into tiny sockets running along his digits. After a few moments, the wires retracted and the computer took a few moments to think.
"Access is granted. Welcome back, OVER-1." The Mega Man released a heavy sigh of relief. He continued to tack a few more commands into the console, bringing up a folder onto the screen. "This data is private, OVER-1. Please enter the password." The robot grimaced. He typed in something haphazardly, to which the computer gave him a security flag. "Password not recognized. Two more attempts before data is destroyed." He took a moment, before stroking in the password 'protoman'. "Password not recognized. One more attempt before data is destroyed." Growling, OVER-1 smashed a nearby desk lamp. Then something lit up in his eyes, and he gave it one more attempt. He tacked in the field with 'rockandroll', to which the computer gave a reply. "Password accepted, thank you OVER-1."
"The old man never changed." He said, a slight tone of sorrow accompanying his sarcasm. The computer lit up even more brightly. Schematics, designs, and text files began flashing across the screen at lightning speed, but OVER-1's robotic sensory organs were able to completely absorb the most minute detail within a nanosecond. Finally the folder landed on the project's starting file, to which it read, "TOP SECRET: MIGHTY PROJECT UNIT NUMBER 9."
A smile crept across OVER-1's face, and he jammed his finger into a socket like a USB drive, absorbing the project data.