So I'm in between updates for "Piano Man" (I kind of update those on Saterday-ish) and I just need to write something, so I'm gonna post this prototype chapter (that could be highly subject to change later because I have no idea how to start it) and it's been inside my head for a month now and I thought it was really clever (the name at east). So without further ado, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or any recognizable things that may pop up in the story
Warning: This is a zemyx story that may contain violence or death or romance or a combination of the three, but no promises because I haven't gotten that far yet
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Interactive Electronic Neurogenic Zeroth Organism (IENZO)
He is the prototype for a machine that will change the world: A revolutionary innovation in and of itself: A self-sufficient bionic humanoid.
"Can you flex your fingers for me?" The white coat asked, holding a clipboard up and scribbling in it. Pale fingers outstretched in front of him, carefully flexing the synthetic joints that held the hand together.
He is stronger, faster and more efficient than a human. He is capable of acting and learning like a human, and has a vast amount of knowledge stored in his mainframe.
"How about trying to stand up then." He did as he was told, as that was all he knew: follow your master's orders – the most prevalent 'thought' in his 'mind'. He was a little wobbly at first, but his stabilizers righted that and his was standing perfectly erect in front of the white coat, who proceeded to ask him to do some basic stretches.
He, and others that will follow him, will serve humans, much like maids and butlers, only so much more obedient. He will not question orders, or talk back… He is…
"Now to check you microphones, what is your name?" Pale, white almost, synthetics lids blinked over the brightest blue eyes - too blue to be human – that were as dull and thoughtless as a blank piece of paper.
"Ienzo."
…perfect.
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It had been a week since he 'woke up' – 7 days, 8 hours, 37 minutes and 12 second according to his clock – and his master had set him up a routine to follow as sort of a training exercise to "test his abilities" as the blond white coat had told him. In the morning he was to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for his master and the few other white coats that hung around the building – one liked French toast with egg white only, another preferred sausage with scrambled eggs, and another just liked cereal – then he had to clean the house, even though it was already spotless and it never took long. Then were the educational tests, where his intelligence was tested as well as his ability to react and interact with normal humans. And when the day was finally over, he'd be put into 'sleep mods' for the night.
Today was no different when he started his chores. The facility was silent, not that he minded. The building was remotely secluded, much like the laboratory he woke up in. His master never explained to him why they were so secluded; only that he was to be kept away from civilians for the time being. So he was mildly surprised – as much as a robot could be – when he heard the wooden thunk of a hand knocking on the front door. Setting the bowl of mixed eggs on the counter, he padded his way, barefoot – there was a no-shoes rule in the facility – to the door. Sliding the deadbolt and pressing the key into the keypad, hearing the audible beep of the door unlocking, he opened the door a crack, looking out with the eye that wasn't covered by a thick fringe of slate blue hair to see who was outside.
There stood a man, probably around his master's age, with silver-white hair and tanned skin. He stood with an air of authority that made him wary. The man looked down at him with a look that could only be described as distain.
"May I help you with something?" He asked politely, not wanting to insult a potential acquaintance of his masters
"Where is Vexen, I wish to… discuss something with him." The man's deep voice boomed, though he wasn't yelling.
"I see. I'll retrieve him, would you like to come in, sir?" He opened the door wider for the man to step in. The man nodded to him and he turned and headed up the carpeted stairs to his master's room. The blond man was sprawled haphazardly tangled in his sheets like always, and the blue-haired boy often wondered how he ended up like that. He gently shook the mans shoulder,
"Master, there is someone at the door to see you." Another shake to the shoulder and a muffled groan later and the man was sitting up attempting to detangle himself from his sheets. He said something akin to 'go make him some tea or something while I get dressed', and shooed him out of the room and back down the stairs.
The silver haired man was in the living area, scanning one of the many bookshelves thoughtfully. He turned when the blue boy entered the room, not venturing too far in; still cautious of the stranger he'd never seen before.
"Would you like some tea, or coffee? Vexen will be down in just a minute." The man nodded in affirmation, and asked for coffee, black with one sugar. He went back to looking at the shelf as the blue boy headed back into the kitchen to put coffee on and finish breakfast before it spoiled.
It was strangely even more silent with the man just in the other room, like he'd brought a sheet of ice with him and settled it over the entire facility, just waiting to be shattered. He continued silently, not really bothering to try and break the ice because he wasn't told he could. Footsteps on the stairs were a comfort; someone was coming down and would inevitably melt the chill that had settled.
The coffee was done, and after pouring it into the different mugs, black with one sugar, and the other so thick with milk and sugar it could barely be called coffee, he went to unplug the coffee maker since it wasn't used too often. The wire must have been faulty, because when he unplugged the machine a shock zipped through his body, momentarily freezing him in a paralisistic state. It took a few moments for him to be able to move normally, and after a quick system check to make sure everything was normal, he took the mugs out into the living room where the silver man and his master were having a hushed conversation.
He placed the mugs on the table and left the room again, keeping an ear on their conversation – he wasn't much of an eavesdropper, but he didn't trust the silver man – and caught the words." Ienzo…trial… new model… obsolete…" He couldn't get the rest of the conversation, but the trail of words was definitely ominous.
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Yeah, so that's the first chapter, and like I mentioned, it is going to probably be subject to changes later because I'm not too sure about this chapter.
If you couldn't tell, Ienzo is a bionic humanoid – with synthetic nerves and skin and everything - or a robot that is created to take the place of human servants. And the idea stemmed from his name actually. I had just thought one night "Ienzo sounds like an anagram" and thus I came up with the title…I thought it was clever anyway.
Feedback is much appreciated and will make me feel so much better about this chapter, because from here on out I have a pretty good idea of where I want it to go, but I like knowing what you guys think