Dr. Light sighed as he thought over his dilemma again. He'd already
decided against equipping X with all of the things he'd originally planned.
He'd been feeling so exhilarated at just how much he could do that he'd
gone a little crazy. It wasn't until later that he realized just how
powerful those things were.
But now he was debating weather to give him any weapons at all. Even the 'standard' set he had designed when he first began was at least twice as powerful as anything MegaMan had. And that was another thing. He had developed the MegaBuster mark 16. MegaMan was currently using mark 8, and as far as he knew that was the best there was.
He felt terrible, keeping secrets from MegaMan, but he knew that in his Zeal to keep peace and stop Dr. Wily, MegaMan wouldn't even pause to consider it before using the powerful weapon. Dr. Light was sure that the world just wasn't ready for such a weapon, and though he knew MegaMan wouldn't for a moment consider hurting a human, accidents did happen.
He sighed again. Pushing himself up from his desk he walked to the kitchen for some more caffeine. "Bless the genius that invented coffee," Dr. Light chuckled to himself. It was pretty much the only thing keeping him going for the past month. Back in his younger days he could stay up for weeks on end with only his inspiration to keep him going, but old age did take it's toll.
He sipped the hot beverage the brew-bot had given to him as he walked back to his study, pondering once again whether or not he was doing the right thing. The artificial intelligence he'd given his robots was amazing, but nonetheless, it was artificial. X however, would be different. His intelligence would be real. He would have the capability to make his own decisions in every way, with no programming to influence him. He would start his life with the intelligence of an adult, but it would only be superficial knowledge, the names of objects and their uses, different types of weather, only elementary knowledge. His first experiences, the way he was raised, would shape his being, as with any human.
But, was it right to invent a life-form, and a life-form it was, that was not only stronger, faster and smarter then humans, but also had their ability to make decisions? The implications boggled his mind.
Back in his younger days if he had been capable of this sort of thing he would have done it without hesitation. He would have created an entire race of them, had them mass-produced. But years and betrayal brought wisdom. If Wily had done anything good since he had turned rouge, it was teaching Dr. Light that even things created with the best of intentions could have undesirable outcomes.
Dr. Light blinked when he realized it was now much later at night. His barely touched coffee was now only lukewarm. He sighed as he set it down and headed to bed. Best not to have Roll come in for her early morning cleaning and find him still awake. The last time he'd done that she hadn't let him hear the end of how he should be getting adequate rest at his age, and what if he had a heart attack from fatigue, and why did he have to worry her so much, and so on and so forth. Even MegaMan had thrown him a reproachful, half worried look. He smiled. Artificial or not, one couldn't deny their intelligence.
Wily chuckled as he typed the last few lines of code. He'd been working day and night for the past three weeks. Sleep was irrelevant. He was a genius, an absolute GENIUS! Never before had such a complicated program been written. His chuckle developed into a full blown laugh as he thought of what this 'virus' could do if it were possible to make it an air-born pathogen, capable of altering human brain-cells. The world's 'intellectual race' would become nothing more then a race of bloodthirsty killers, trying constantly to rip each other's throats out.
But of course it couldn't. It had only one use. His gaze slid back for the thousandth time to the half-complete red-robot in the capsule to his left. It was perfect. Perfect in every way. Dr. Light was incredibly intelligent to have come up with such a design, but he fell short of the mark on just how much potential it had. Wily however, would do no such thing. He had the insight, the ambition, the raw courage to take this as far as it could go. The world would never, never in the next million years see such destructive potential fulfilled. Wily was sure of that.
Cackling madly now, he finished his program. It was almost time, almost.
But now he was debating weather to give him any weapons at all. Even the 'standard' set he had designed when he first began was at least twice as powerful as anything MegaMan had. And that was another thing. He had developed the MegaBuster mark 16. MegaMan was currently using mark 8, and as far as he knew that was the best there was.
He felt terrible, keeping secrets from MegaMan, but he knew that in his Zeal to keep peace and stop Dr. Wily, MegaMan wouldn't even pause to consider it before using the powerful weapon. Dr. Light was sure that the world just wasn't ready for such a weapon, and though he knew MegaMan wouldn't for a moment consider hurting a human, accidents did happen.
He sighed again. Pushing himself up from his desk he walked to the kitchen for some more caffeine. "Bless the genius that invented coffee," Dr. Light chuckled to himself. It was pretty much the only thing keeping him going for the past month. Back in his younger days he could stay up for weeks on end with only his inspiration to keep him going, but old age did take it's toll.
He sipped the hot beverage the brew-bot had given to him as he walked back to his study, pondering once again whether or not he was doing the right thing. The artificial intelligence he'd given his robots was amazing, but nonetheless, it was artificial. X however, would be different. His intelligence would be real. He would have the capability to make his own decisions in every way, with no programming to influence him. He would start his life with the intelligence of an adult, but it would only be superficial knowledge, the names of objects and their uses, different types of weather, only elementary knowledge. His first experiences, the way he was raised, would shape his being, as with any human.
But, was it right to invent a life-form, and a life-form it was, that was not only stronger, faster and smarter then humans, but also had their ability to make decisions? The implications boggled his mind.
Back in his younger days if he had been capable of this sort of thing he would have done it without hesitation. He would have created an entire race of them, had them mass-produced. But years and betrayal brought wisdom. If Wily had done anything good since he had turned rouge, it was teaching Dr. Light that even things created with the best of intentions could have undesirable outcomes.
Dr. Light blinked when he realized it was now much later at night. His barely touched coffee was now only lukewarm. He sighed as he set it down and headed to bed. Best not to have Roll come in for her early morning cleaning and find him still awake. The last time he'd done that she hadn't let him hear the end of how he should be getting adequate rest at his age, and what if he had a heart attack from fatigue, and why did he have to worry her so much, and so on and so forth. Even MegaMan had thrown him a reproachful, half worried look. He smiled. Artificial or not, one couldn't deny their intelligence.
Wily chuckled as he typed the last few lines of code. He'd been working day and night for the past three weeks. Sleep was irrelevant. He was a genius, an absolute GENIUS! Never before had such a complicated program been written. His chuckle developed into a full blown laugh as he thought of what this 'virus' could do if it were possible to make it an air-born pathogen, capable of altering human brain-cells. The world's 'intellectual race' would become nothing more then a race of bloodthirsty killers, trying constantly to rip each other's throats out.
But of course it couldn't. It had only one use. His gaze slid back for the thousandth time to the half-complete red-robot in the capsule to his left. It was perfect. Perfect in every way. Dr. Light was incredibly intelligent to have come up with such a design, but he fell short of the mark on just how much potential it had. Wily however, would do no such thing. He had the insight, the ambition, the raw courage to take this as far as it could go. The world would never, never in the next million years see such destructive potential fulfilled. Wily was sure of that.
Cackling madly now, he finished his program. It was almost time, almost.