Note: Hello, people who loved this story. I'm sorry I took it down, but I was wanting to move to a new account and if one story stayed up on another, they'd just raise up questions and accusations of stealing (no one wants that). Also, things have been going on in my life with moving out of state (again), so I was sort of in a funk. Anyhow, I'm back, this is back, enjoy!

Characters (c) of Capcom.

Chapter 1:The First Reploids

Doug proceeded to lift the cover leading to Cain's tent, finding the doctor sitting at the small table stationed beside his cot. He was shifting through a stack of papers that were found during the dig, his eyes studying each and every word recorded on the old, dusty sheets.

"Um…Cain?" the digger asked in mild concern, placing his hand on Cain's shoulder in attempt to stir him out of his trance.

"Are you there? You've been cooped up in here for a while." Doug soon gained a response, the doctor turning to his co-worker with a face expressing raw and uncontained excitement.

'He seems to be having that face quite a bit on this trip.' Doug thought to himself.

Cain soon brought himself up out of his portable chair; taking the papers he was observing beforehand and placing the stack in front of the digger's face.

"Oh, Doug! Look at this! Just look at this!" he then withdrew the stack, flipping through the various pages of notes and blueprints.

"Light was a genius! I've been studying these all night, and I think it's fair to say he had achieved perfection! X's design is years, maybe even decades ahead of the most current designs of robotics!" Cain stopped his ranting for a second to breathe, giving Doug the chance to cut in.

"Cain, yes. He's amazing, but…" the excitable doctor shifted his attention to the digger, just noticing a growing degree of worry in his words.

The doctor stood up, his fingers running through his long, coarse beard, a telltale sign to his co-worker he was planning something. He then spoke, breaking the dead silence.

"What if…X's design could be replicated in a sense?"

Doug jumped up in shock at the doctor's suggestion, instantly ready to protest.

"You can't be serious, Cain!"

"Indeed I am!" Cain retorted, almost seemingly expecting his partner to disagree with his proposal.

"Light was one of, if not the greatest scientist of the century! Even his earliest work surpassed the modern expectations of what a machine was capable of! He was able to turn a simple, helper robot into a unstoppable warrior, who had saved the world multiple times I may add!"

"Yes! Yes, Light was a great, no, a fantastic scientist and inventor in his own right! Yes, I get that, Cain! But did you even hear the words on that tape! That robot is dangerous! I don't care if the capsule says his systems are confirmed safe! He is a potential threat to everyone here!" Cain looked down at the empty capsule, his frustration towards the rejection of his idea dissipating. Doug grew calmer too, placing a hand on the now silent doctor, noticing a slight development of moisture in his tear ducts.

"...I still remember that day…" His co-worker immediately grew confused as to what he was talking about.

"…I was just a young student then. The very fact that a student, not a respected individual with a novel full of credentials, was allowed to witness his work was amazing…" Cain placed his wrinkled, aging hand on the capsule's padded center, his now recollected memories now becoming more and more vivid.

"His work…even the simplest of machines created, they were leagues above the most advanced robotics that the greatest team of scientists could muster up." Cain now turned to an intently listening Doug, obviously captivated by his fellow digger's speech.

"After the untimely death of that brilliant man, I was just as shaken like many others…"

"I…I heard that it was believed that the cause of death was a homicide…"

"Exactly. The murderer was never found. But as the message said…he had no one available to carry on his work. When I reached the point where I became eligible for my degree in archeology, Light's work had faded into obscurity." Cain rose, a heavy breath exiting his throat.

"What we have found is his last piece of work…his last masterpiece…" Doug now joined him in gazing down at the empty capsule.

"Even more, we have a chance to continue what Light started." Doug brought his palm to his forehead, a sigh of escaping his lips. Cain looked outside the tent, seeing their newfound discovery conversing with a female digger. Doug placed his hand on his shoulder, observing X's exchange with his newfound acquaintance.

"So…" he started, "...how are you going to replicate something like that, Doctor?"

"Well, I don't believe we can replicate it completely. Some modifications may be required, and it obviously would need more time to build and perfect than the standard robot." Cain sat back in his chair while Doug found himself a place on Cain's cot.

"I think," Doug began, "that the most probable and safest course to take is making sure that X's system can be put into an everyday machine."

Cain gained interest in his friend's idea, listening in intently. "Yes…then it's a way to know if the system is able to be processed. Of course, that means a prototype is needed. Possibly maybe even more…"

"We don't have to make one."

"What do you mean?"

Doug shifted his gaze to the open slit on the tent's cover, seeing the tent containing all the equipment brought and findings from Light's lab.

"Remember that robot we found on the capsule?" Cain nodded, now grasping what Doug was suggesting.

"I think she's been upgraded from just 'dead weight'."

May 3rd, 21xx

Cain looked down at the robot displayed across the working table, the battered 'dead weight' lying on a worktable, almost seemingly set out to resemble an operation or an autopsy.

"Doctor? I heard you wanted to see me?"

Cain rose from his chair, turning to face X, whose attention was now drawn to the piece of work lying on the worktable.

"Who…what is that?"

"I'll tell you when we get there. Follow me."

The scientist gently took X's hand and began leading him out of the room, an assistant taking the worktable and rolling it out the door following Cain and X. The whole complex itself was not very spacious, as Cain, though an accomplished and respected mind lacked the same amount in notoriousness amongst the many scientists and engineers of his time. At least until now if what he was hoping for was successful. Reaching the end of the hallway, Cain let X and the assistant in, closing the door behind him after going through the entrance.

X immediately grew fascinated with his new and almost alien surroundings. The room's interior was not bearing any difference from Cain's laboratory, the dull white tiles and colorless walls a perfect mimic. In the northern area, however, a large, capsule-like piece of machinery was stationed. It was of considerable size, more than big enough for him to fit inside. To the right side of it extended many tangled cables and cords of multiple colors, each with something of a plug-in at the end.

"X," Cain started, leading X over to the foreign device.

"Congratulations. Today…you and I make history."

The blue robot glanced behind him to see the assistant plugging the various cables into the side of the girl's head.

The excitable elder urged X to step into the large capsule, his anticipation growing with each passing second. X, now rather confused and puzzled, still complied and laid himself in the large open space inside. Cain reached inward, pushing a red button on a circular pad near the robot's head and collecting a bundle of cords that popped out.

"What kind of machine IS this?" X inquired, Cain connecting the cords formerly resting inside his head to the various open slots to the sides of the capsule's interior.

"This piece of work is called a Gemini Transfer. The fifth edition in the series, to be exact."

He stepped away from X, going to a large control pad of chrome steel, his aged hands pressing the activation control and entering the commands for the foreign device to carry out.

"I guess you could say it's an ultimate time saver because it simply copies the conditions of the inhabitant's CPU and then copies that to give to however many other models needed. I was able to borrow this one from a factory that had a spare."

He pressed the activation control once more to enter the code for duplicating systems, the machine now giving off a low, humming sound.

"Sir, what do you mean I am making history?" X asked, a sudden tingling and pressure growing in his head.

"Well, if this works, you'll see."

The pressure soon disappeared, the robot inside the capsule now feeling as if his energy was being drained bit by bit. It wasn't a painful sensation, far from it actually.

It wasn't long until he couldn't feel anything from the neck down. Shifting his eyes to the right of him, X noticed that the robot on the table started reacting. Her fingers flexed out, soon the arm attempting to lift itself off the table. Cain's heart nearly stopped, his eyes bright and full of excitement.

The robot soon lifted her upper half off the table, and then the mouth opened, letting a low moan escape her lips. Cain assumed that this was just the result of her voice box becoming active again, as it was common for voice software to go through a few hiccups before fully activating. The robot soon brought her hands to her head, balling them up into fists and taking strands of hair in her grip. Her moaning changed from sounding groggy and tired to as if she was in pain.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, letting out a loud, pain-filled scream. She continued to holler and shriek, soon grabbing and tearing at the cords embedded in her head.

"SHUT IT OFF! HURRY! SHUT IT OFF NOW!" X shouted to Cain, the robot girl's voice now reaching a higher octave. His plea would soon be rendered unnecessary, as the screams stopped, the robot falling off the side of the table and plummeting a short distance to the floor. Cain immediately rushed over to the fallen machine, X steadily undoing the cords from his head to join him.

Few Hours Later

" Apparently her CPU is still active, somehow."

The assistant typed another binary code into the computer, Cain waiting by the robot hooked up to the device. The woman soon stopped her fingers, turning to the aged man and blue robot sitting next to him.

"I don't know how, but it survived whatever the poor thing's been through. It's just gone into emergency lockdown."

"So…how does that explain what happened with the Gemini Transfer?"

She looked back to the screen, examining the status conditions of the robot brought to her.

"Sir, the Gemini Transfer is indeed meant to copy an already existing machine's system to another. Of course, being that her system, miraculously, survived whatever she had been through, the cloning process could not follow through all the way. In short, the old system was fighting against the new."

The old man nodded in understanding.

"And do forgive me if this sounds rude, but robotics isn't your specialty, is it?"

Cain curled his lips into a small, sheepish grin.

"I have had experience in it, but no. It's not one of my majors."

"Which is why you're lucky my boss is letting you use this lab for the time being so you can ask me questions."

She got out of her seat, walking over to him.

"Now, that good news is that in the last seconds of the transfer, it seem that the new system is up and running and can function. But…"

"There's always a bad news."

"Unfortunately, yes. The bad news is that the two systems have joined together. Of course, the newer will override the old."

"So…if we reboot and try again, we might loose everything she once had."

"Correct. A second run through should do it."

X instantly rose from his seat, Cain noticing a sudden bewilderment in him.

"What? And put her through that again? That's…that's too cruel!"

"Hmm? No, you don't need to worry about that. Her actions were just the system working through and taking control. She was perfectly fine."

"She didn't seem fine when she was screaming during this 'transfer'." X looked to the robot on the table, lying as still as the tiles under his feet.

"She looked like she was in so much pain…" he turned to Cain, seeing the surprised expression engraved on his face.

"Doctor…I…I don't know if I'm willing to put her through that again. Not if it'll result in what just happened. "

The doctor lifted himself up out of his seat, walking in between the two individuals, hoping to possibly ease any building tension.

"Um…miss? Is it possible that she would still be operational? Even without a second transfer?" he asked, X turning back to the assistant, as if silently begging for her approval.

She sighed, going back to the computer to check the status of the current subject.

"Well, you could just wait for the input from your friend here to override her already existing system. But most of the work has been done." She looked to X.

"She won't feel a thing. I promise."

With that, Cain thanked the young woman, taking X and preparing to exit out the door.

"Oh, and doctor?"

He looked back, seeing a small smile curl on her youthful face.

"If you still want to try it, I think we have another part that needs to be fixed."

he, and X especially, listened intently.

"You know how sometimes a piece of technology can't receive an update because it's a older model? Well, that's along the lines of what's going on here. Her body wasn't made to handle X's program, hence the screaming and supposed 'pain' she was in."

"So, if a new body is built for her, then…"

"Then you can just transfer the system already in the old model to the new. So if you're up to it, I'd give the poor thing a well-needed makeover."

November 22nd, 21xx

Cain leaned over the worktable, examining the results of the body he had been devoting the last months perfecting and adjusting to allow the hibernating robot a new and improved home.

The newly built android had itself a plating of blue across her chest, extending to her upper arms. The plating ended at her lower breast section and mid-arms, her new skin of a lighter blue visible. The plating returned however, to cover her arms after her elbow joint ended. On her hips rested a silver belt, a circular pad in the center joining the ring together. She had a red skirt with yellow trims that split in the middle, an inner section covering the area below. Underneath the skirt, part of her inner skin peaked out, almost resembling a black pair of shorts. When her knee joints ended, a pair of red boots with familiar yellow trims on the top was complemented with white, rounded diamond shaped objects placed on the boots, hovering over the knee joints. Her facial features mimicked that of a teenaged girl: youthful in appearance, yet it exceeded being considered childlike. Her red-blonde hair was now being kept in a high ponytail by a bow crafted of green alloy with yellow trims, a topaz gemstone resting in the center of the accessory.

Cain turned to the empty Gemini Transfer, placing the old, battered robot with some added help from a few working alongside him inside and connecting the multicolored cords in her head. The worktable was now holding the new model it, the cords from the capsule being inserted into her in the same fashion. Going over to the control panel, he hit the activation control, the familiar low humming sound reaching his ears.

"Please work…please…"

The body on the table soon reacted, twitching fingers and fluttering eyelids then growing to the bending of knee joints and arms. Cain, in a state of unhinged and uncontained excitement, immediately darted out the door to go and fetch X, some assistants following in pursuit. Those remaining took to monitoring and watching the transfer process

When the strange humming came again, she had expected the hot fire from before to begin burning away at whatever it had missed from the last episode she had with it. Instead, the warmth caressed and touched every part of her, stirring her out of the long sleep she had been forced into from many years past. Gathering the strength to finally keep her eyes open, she was rather perplexed and for lack of a better term, completely unaware of her surroundings. Faces she had never seen were staring in apparent awe at her, and now an far older man had just burst through the door, muttering to the group of staring individuals of how he sent someone to find someone. Not even active for a minute and she already had a dozen or so questions to ask.

Cain took notice of his newly awakened subject, rushing over to the worktable. She looked over to see him leaning over her, a gentle, reassuring smile greeting her.

"Hello." he told her in the tone mimicking how a parent would warmly greet a child.

"I see you're awake. Well, uh…my name's Phillip Cain. I rebuilt you."

She lifted her hand to view it, rising to a siting position and taking full view of her form. Rebuilt? Well, it certainly was far larger an adjustment than what she expected.

"So…how do you like your new body?" he asked, she still captivated by her current appearance.

"It…it's very nice."

Cain's heart stopped at hearing her words, and the fact he heard her at all.

"You're already speaking? Fantastic! Oh, is he back yet? X HAS to see this!"

The sound of the opening door signaled his cue, as Cain made his way over to the blue robot and almost breathless assistant.

"Ah, there you are."

X couldn't help but noticing the new yet similar machine stationed on the table examining and fiddling with herself behind the currently speaking doctor. Her appearance, though far more feminine than his, certainly borrowed some key features of his. Cain picked up on X's source of curiosity, urging him over to the worktable.

"I never really explained how you and I would be making history, did I?"

The sudden company, the blue robot now completely fascinated with what was in front of him, startled the girl when she became aware of his presence.

"Well, this is how." Cain finished, X slowly extending his hand to the newly awakened robot.

"Uh…hello?" the blue android said, still grasping the fact that the battered and presumably un-functional girl was given a second birth through him. He did this.

The girl, understandably, was still rather wary of this new face. After seeing that he was trying to not present himself as at potential threat, she took pity on him, and took his hand.

"He…hello…" she muttered, her nervousness evident in her voice.

She took a glance at his hand, then the arm attached to it. Taking her second available limb, she began feeling over X's arm, turning it get a full view of the one greeting her. He then felt her fingers touching and prodding at his chest plate, and then they began to grace and stroke his cheeks. Looking at the face of the girl, the fascination with what she was examining was evident in her eyes. X, although somewhat amused by her curiosity, he had to admit she was invading his personal space. Taking his free hand, he urged her wandering hands off his face, she taking them and placing them to the side.

"Well," Cain started, breaking the silence and bringing both out of the moment of their first meeting.

"I see you two are getting well acquainted." The girl nodded, her attention now taken by the old man walking towards them.

"Congratulations X." he told the blue robot, the assistants in the back coming forward with their own congrats to both X and the doctor.

"Name…Cain?"

He turned, the girl attempting to get her voice to work properly.

"Name…X?" she asked again.

X nodded to her question, signaling her response was correct.

"Yes. That's our names." Cain replied.

"Do…do you know yours perhaps?"

She started blankly at him, the doctor giving a heavy sigh at his supposed stupidity. Of course she wouldn't know. In the state she was found at the dig site, it was a miracle that she was able to speak or move at all. One of the assistants called to the doctor, anxious to discuss something of apparent importance with him. He began to walk over to him, when a small murmur was heard from his new project. Cain turned back; going to the worktable she was still sitting on.

"Yes? Did you say something?"

"I know…name…"

He leaned forward, awaiting her answer to his previous question.

"You do? Could you tell me?"

She nodded, finding herself able to obey his command to announce the information he requested to know.

"Roll. I…name…is…Roll…"