Chapter 2
August 15, 2099, Megatropolis
The country was barely alive. In Megatropolis (formerly United States of America) the people only lived to do one thing, serve King Wily. Any who didn't meet quota for their assigned tasks or defied his rule openly were imprisoned or executed. No one was really sure which was worse. The citizens of this Sovereign Nation couldn't really complain though, because it was ultimately their own doing. Voting to overturn the A.I. Ban in 2088 was their ultimate undoing. The prospect was a dream. Machines that could work endlessly to supply the country with infinite amounts of free electricity and water, not to mention security, while also being able to make on the spot decisions on their own without repair, a dream. But the money saved became irrelevant when Wily turned his androids on the people and effectively enslaving the survivors. What they worked for now was the luxury of having electricity, the ration of food and water for their families, and the ability to keep their housing units.
Curtis Wily walks into the Calligraphy Room of the White House, frustrated with his current situation, he shuts off the blaring alarms. He turns to Gutsman, an almost seven foot monster of a being with spiked gray hair and a freshly combed, matching goatee. He looks down at the brutalized pulp of a man in front of him "He got this close?" he asked
"Sir, he has very advanced gear and a lot of intel on our headquarters." Gutsman replied
Wily, holding back his rage, said "You know who sent him, and you know what we have to do now." He pointed to the brown haired mess "Throw this one in the compactor and meet me in my office."
Gutsman grinned at the task that lay ahead of him. He had a special affinity for "that" kind of mission.
Boston Massachusetts-Light Tower
Preston, obviously annoyed with something, stormed into his personal laboratory to check on why he still was getting no response to his comms messages. His former best friend had taken over a country and here he couldn't get anyone to respond to his calls. Stress was an understatement, he feared the worst. His headache had only reached a dull roar before the summons buzzer sounded from his door.
"Preston Light?" The out of shape cargo delivery man asked.
"Yes, but supplies go through the Supply Department on the basement level." He replied
"Sir, these are personal delivery items addressed to you directly" He guided in two boxes, a three by three inch box with a "1" on it, and a three foot by six foot box with a "2" on it.
He signed the holopad and opened the first box. It was a data chip, he inserted it into the console and what flickered on was a crude recording of Curtis Wily. "Preston, we had our differences before and you chose the path you were allowed. I've been extremely lenient with you because of our relationship in the past, but in fairness, I did warn you what would happen should you interfere with me." His heart rate immediately went through the roof as the camera panned over to reveal his twenty five year old son strapped to a lethal injection table. Gutsman towered over him with a curved serrated blade and began to cut away his pectoral muscles while he howled in agony. The screams were terrifying. Once all the muscle was removed, his son was breathing shallowly. Gutsman then proceeded to grab his ribcage and split it open, killing Alex Light. The recording flickered off.
Dr. Light couldn't move, paralyzed with horror, he didn't even turn to look at the larger box, he knew what was inside. He locked his door and began to spiral into a sever breakdown. Over the next year and a half Light spent almost all of his time locked in his lab. Other doctors and coworkers were starting to wonder if he had gone insane. He didn't speak to anyone anymore, given they even saw him at all. In his quarters he worked night and day, not like before, this time he was sleep deprived and bordering another breakdown. He spent countless hours on data upload, programming code, and artillery designs. He struggled to keep up.
When all was finished he sat silently in his chair, staring at his creation. A perfect replica of his deceased son. His close cropped, jet black hair was exact. His exoskeleton was comprised of tempered steel and hydraulic pumps to allow fluid motion. Multilayered flex insulation covered in buffered latex was a perfect muscle and skin alternative.
By law, all such materials were laced with millions of microfiber sensation receptors to simulate human pain. Legislature demanded this become mandatory for overturning the A.I. ban, so that androids could not be completely unstoppable. Though it still didn't save their government during the takeover.
Dr. Light didn't have anywhere near the resources that Wily could use at his disposal, so perfecting his life form was a slow process. This actually worked in Light's favor, focusing on all the potential of his software and putting added attention into every small detail personally.
The upload was complete, he turned to the holo keypad and activated the operational status. When he turned around he saw his son sitting at the edge of the table eying the room "I thought this world would be bigger." He stated simply.
