Disclaimer: I do not have the property right to the Megaman franchise, as they are trademarked by the Capcom company and Keiji Inafune credited as the creator of the aforementioned series
Um... My memory chip seem to be... fragmented, when I performed self-diagnostics on my system. Seems the data sorted might be corrupted, but somehow readable.
Sifting through the files, I found one that might be a clue to explaining my origins, where I was before I am in this capsule, and what could have become of my "creator".
Accessing data...
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My visual sensor have now been activated, and this is what I could make out of the visual data available.
The surrounding seems to be devoid of any visible light, but this could be due to the protective casing that's in front of me. judging from knocking on the barrier, it's made of synthetic glass, tough but not quite breakable. I couldn't make out it's color so I could at least estimate its color, but it seems to be a dark one.
My limbs are yet to be compete,seeing as they looks like bundles of wires attached to my shoulder joints, and my body armor seems to be not yet attached. I see my internal components, but could not quite comprehend the jewel attached near my collar. IT gleams with a turquoise color, but that's just a guestimate. It's not radiant, but it gleams with a distinctive shine.
As for my lower appendages, they seem to be devoid of any protective coverings, and yet I see joints connecting them to my lower body.
After this visual information, my sensor suddenly went static. I could not access the entire contents of the data, for I suspect it's the corrupted part of the file.
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My sensors now detect that someone outside this capsule s trying to access the synthetic glass barrier. I couldn't quite visualize clearly who or what is it, seeing as the tint of the glass make it difficult to get a distinctive visual assessment of the individual.
Could it be that someone has finally found the location of this wayward capsule, and is now attempting to analyze its contents. Well, I guess they could be after me, seeing as I am the only content they'll ever find inside.
The capsule seems to be opened now, as the beep my aural sensors detect that the latch has been opened. At least I could not see with certainty and a high probability if what could have accessed this capsule is either an ally or a foe.
Anticipating the intruder now, and activating my anti-hacking system.
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"Hey, look. I managed to access the opening mechanism to this capsule we found. I wonder what could be inside."
"Careful, X. This could be a trap set up by the Mavericks."
X? Trap? Mavericks? What could they talking about? I see that the one who managed to access this capsule is not alone, as he has companions with him. I detected his identity as a male, judging from the audio quality my aural sensors could pick up. And the companion seems to be... a female? Not sure for now, as only my left aural sensor seems to be functional at this point. I'm now waiting for more visual assessment.
"Thanks. I'm alright."
Now I see the one they call X. From his external appearance, he looks somewhat familiar to me, though I couldn't verify this. That red gem on his helmet does distinguish him.
"Hey Alia. There's a female Reploid inside. What could it be doing outside the ruins?"
Ruins? So that's where I was? No wonder I couldn't pick up any signals nearby.
Still, I had to be cautious. No matter how his facial expression shows, there could still be danger.
Slowly, I watch as this robot named X slowly moved closer to my position, checking for any additional locking mechanisms surrounding the capsule. Finding none, he gestures to his female companion, the one he called "Alia", to come closer and inspect as well. I guess they were as curious as me. This is the first instance we've met, after all.
The said red robot seemed to understood, moving closer, then placed one of her hands on the headphone attached on her head. I guess they want the other robots to take a look at me as well.
I couldn't make up what she's saying, but it looks like they would take me for "further analysis", as she puts it, transferring my body to another location. Also, it looks like they need additional help on that part as well.
I seem to be quite ready for what awaits me. After all, what humans call "loneliness" can get to us as well, it seems.
My sensors got reactivated for some reason, but not on my own volition. It seems they hooked my body parts to some sort of machine. I would guess this one's built for analyzing things, what with the numerous wirings now attached to my upper and lower body. As for my arms and legs, well, thy found out that my legs seem to be malfunctioned, not responding to any signals being inputted to it. The state of my arms is fine, though, judging from the look of approval I could gather from the looks of the scientists.
I was then put into hibernation, with the remaining traces of visual information seeing the blue robot looking on in anticipation on what they could find about me.
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A couple of hours seemed to have passed, and the analysis has been concluded. A few moments would pass before I could become aware of my surroundings.
I appeared to have been transferred to an infirmary. As far as my neck joints could manage, I took quick looks at the scenery to both of my sides. To my left is a machine designed for reading any signals coming from my body. Its various electrodes register various things like electrical inputs and sensorimotor coordination. I know it sounds kinda technical, but that's how I understood what those readings were.
Using my arms to prop myself a bit higher, so that I could get a more clearer view of the infirmary, a robot who was stationed near the door was alerted of my movement and moved closer to me. The robot has informed me that I shouldn't move much yet, as I am still recovering and my energy supply unit is at a critical condition. In human terms, this would mean that I need some rest to be able to recover. It's funny, but shouldn't robots like them have limitless supply of energy to their systems?
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A series of beeps coming from the machine on my left kept me from recovering. I could guess that it's sensing my almost complete recovery. An estimate of around 98, is what I could gather.
Turning my head to the right, a group of robots in white approached me and instructed me to stand up and try to walk a few steps in the direction of the door. I nodded, then propped my arms up to raise my body for a bit. I then managed to turn my body to the right, so now I'm facing the door. Using my arms to push myself out of the examination table, I managed to distance myself towards the door, but not without the rest of my body tipping downward. I was about to fall, and my legs are still not responding to my signals. I would have hit the floor hard, if it weren't for one of the robots, this one in white and with a shiny round plate on his upper left head, catching my fall.
Upon a quick glance at his face, he appears to be a support type, having no weapons of any sort at his disposal. They call him Lifesaver, and I guess this was part of his job. Or should I say, part of others like him stationed at the infirmary. He reprimanded the others who weren't able to catch my fall at the last minute, and if it were to happen, they would lose "a vital piece of the puzzle".
Huh? What puzzle? Shaking my head of such thoughts, I decided to show my gratitude.
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From what I can understand from one of the robots in white stationed at the infirmary, I was unlike any "other reploid" they encountered while on search duty. I then asked them what do they mean when they referred to me as a "reploid", while searching through my databanks for any instance of the word. My search results turned up empty, so I had to rely on what they were trying to tell me to get the answer.
A reploid is designed and programmed to act and think on his own, what humans call "free will". This concept of "free will" seems to contradict with the notion that robots were functioning according to the instructions in their program. After asking them about any semblance of their programming, they replied that even though they possess such a program, they were still able to do what their programming does not dictate. However, there is a distinction between this, and turning "Maverick". I remembered Alia warning X about a possible Maverick trap inside the capsule where I used to reside, so I inquired them about what makes a reploid go Maverick. I noticed that they were hesitant to answer, and told me that they have no knowledge about its characteristics. I was told to consult one of the Maverick Huntersthey felt was approachable enough for me to ask such a question, and it was none other than X. It would seem that they have known this X reploid for quite some time, as we was known to hate violence, even though he is stationed in the Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
After some time of processing this information I have gathered, I requested that I be given the chance to talk to X about this issue. Then the reploid in white handed me a device they call "an ultraportable computer". They said that I should be keeping this, typing my thoughts during my stay here in the headquarters.
And here I am in my present situation, after the reploid had left me on my own. He had been called on duty, I suppose. Or maybe, he's considering my request that I have an audience with X. I should consider my options from here on in.
Oh, maybe I forgot to mention something, though it is quite trivial. I have white hair flowing from my head, as well as possess red irises without anything blocking their view. I took notice of this when I looked through my current state with a mirror hanging on the wall to my right.
Now, how do I go about the rendezvous with the blue reploid?
NB: The reason our OC called X, Alia and the staff at the infirmary "robots" is that she has no idea of their identity as "reploids" before she met them. After all, being in a capsule for so long can give you a sense of disorientation and having problem identifying objects around you.
Comments and criticisms are appreciated. It felt good writing something anew.
