Author: I'm very sorry to all the fans of Sonic 1620, but this has been nagging at me for awhile and I just couldn't let it go.

Shadow: Well, this fic seems to be just as interesting. What's it about, really?

Author: I'm glad you asked. This fic explores possible happenings in the Sonic universe, such as if situations had gone differently, Mobius' past and future, and so on through a series of oneshots.

Shadow: Wow. The possibilities seem to be endless.

Author: That's right. By the way, if anyone has any ideas for a future What If? then leave a review with your idea.

Shadow: That was just a review plug, wasn't it?

Author: Kinda. Now let's start things off by heading to the distant future. Hold on tight, it's gonna be a wild ride!

On with the fic!

What If?

(1)

"What would Mobius be like in 1000 years?"

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The two beings walked slowly along the barren path, idly chatting to each other as they pulled a mine cart.

"So, we managed to find a brand new alloy yesterday," one said to the other, scratching his head with his long claws.

The other widened his black eyes in amazement. "I didn't think there were any left!" he exclaimed.

The first being nodded. "Neither did I, Nixom. I believe it was a rare one, called die-monde," he pronounced slowly.

"Wow. So, what do you plan to do with it, Drixyl?" Nixom asked interestedly.

Drixyl ran a claw through the long light green spears protruding from the back of his head. "Same thing we do with every mineral we find, coal-head. Melt it down and prepare it for consumption."

The two suddenly stopped and looked at each other. "Did you feel that?" Nixom asked.

Drixyl nodded. "This ground is hollow. There's most likely a cave of some sort below us."

Nixom stomped the ground with his splayed feet, causing it to crumble slightly. Drixyl moved the cart out of the way and began clawing at the ground.

After awhile, the ground gave way. Drixyl and Nixom dropped down into a cavern.

"Are there any minerals in here?" Nixom asked. Drixyl closed his eyes and breathed in sharply through the slits on his face.

Drixyl opened his eyes. "There's an unfamiliar smell coming from that direction." He pointed toward a darker area of the cavern.

Nixom pulled out a luminescent crystal from a pouch on his belt and guided the way into the cavern.

After several minutes of walking, Drixyl pulled sharply on Nixom's arm. "Look. There's something on the ground."

Nixom raised the crystal for a better look. It was a heavily damaged blue robot. Only its head, torso, and one arm remained.

Nixom drew up in shock. "It's a mechanoid! I had no idea one survived!"

Drixyl carefully inspected it. "It looks hundreds of years old. Think it'll still activate?"

Nixom produced a light blue crystal from his pouch. "Only one way to find out."

Drixyl inserted the crystal into the mechanoid's back and turned it over. Slowly, its visual receptors started to light up.

Immediately, it lunged forward and grabbed Drixyl by the throat. It spoke in a voice weary from lack of use "Where is…Sonic the Hedgehog?"

Nixom looked confused. "Who's that?"

The robot tightened its hold. "Sonic…the Hedgehog," it repeated.

"We don't know! Now let go of Drixyl!" Nixom said agitatedly.

The robot released its hold. Drixyl jerked away, coughing and gasping.

"How…could you not…know Sonic? He is… the most famous…hero," the robot spat out with some difficulty, "on…this planet."

Drixyl and Nixom glanced at each other. "Well, we don't know him," said Drixyl. "And we've been almost everywhere on this planet."

"Impossible," the robot spluttered. "Everyone on…Mobius knows…Sonic."

"What's Mobius?" asked Nixom confusedly.

The robot glared at him. "Mobius…is this planet….you fool."

Drixyl laughed. "Nobody's called this planet that for centuries. It's Noblus now."

The robot appeared shocked. "Cen…centuries," it whispered

It turned to look at Nixom. "What…year is it?" it asked urgently.

"3246," answered Nixom.

"So…long," the robot choked out. "Over…a thousand…years. Not even…a descendant….would be left."

"We're sorry for your loss," Nixom said hesitantly. "You could come with us if you want…"

"You don't …understand…" said the robot. "No…Sonic. No…Robotnik. Not even…Mobius has…survived."

"I was…made to…kill Sonic the…Hedgehog," the robot rasped. "Without him…I have…nothing. Without him… I am…nothing."

The robot's eyes flickered, then went dark.

Drixyl and Nixom exchanged glances. "Shall we throw him in the cart?" Drixyl asked uncertainly.

Nixom snorted. "We'd be fools not to."

The two dragged the lifeless robot back to the cart, resuming their previous conversation.

"Well, you don't see something like that too often."

"Hm."

"This guy looks to be chock full of minerals!"

"Pity more mechanoids didn't survive."

"We were certainly lucky to get this one. This looks like real metal!"

Shadow: Was that...

Author: Yep. Really makes you think, doesn't it?

Shadow: Who were those two guys?

Author: They're Mobians far in the future. As you could tell, they've evolved so much they are hardly recognizable. If you want an idea of what they look like, imagine a cross between a Mobian, a Predator, and a Slitheen from Doctor Who.

Shadow: Wow, you're right, they are unrecognizable.

Author: So, if you liked this and have an idea for another oneshot, then tell me with a-

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