Disclaimer: I do not own GeneratorREX – if I did the show would definitely be ranked R rather than PG.
A/N1: Beware of shameless AU and OOCs. But do not fret, overally this story IS readable.
A/N2: I planned this story to have four chapters + possible Epilogue
The Prize of Victory:
Chapter 3
By your-biohazardous-friend
"someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you don't care
You look as if you're going somewhere"
/So Lonely - The Police /
The Discovery Science channel was practically the only TV station currently running at ex-Knight's hospital room. When nurse asked her once why this particular channel interest her so much, Helen lied. Feeding the gossip fuelled woman that she is was simply interested in science. Rex however knew the truth. Caesar had always been a man who, wanting it or not, came across media one way or another. He could be passing by in a swarm of scientists in Dubai, maybe be a leading scientist in France or any other European country. Maybe he would re-surface as a 'one man show' somewhere in either of the Americas? Rex was aware of that, so was Helen. Thus Discovery Science was on all the time.
But this time Caesar hid himself well from news reporters. It were weeks since the whole Providence mess. The Consortium already picked up another Knight. No-one bothered to check which shade the new leader had. Rex sighed disappointed as he moved white checker over the board hearing yet another interview with Branden Moses who became Providence new main researcher.
As ex-Knight was suppose to make another victorious move over the board, her hand stopped in mid air. Rex looked at her worriedly, the woman's eyes were widened and glued to the TV screen, mouth slightly agape. The teenager followed her gaze. The transmission was from Iraq, where, right now, the group of scientists were presenting a prototype of exoskeleton created to enhance battle capability of it's user, the scientists were cheering happily as the man inside the machine was taking his first steps with ease. Nothing would be odd in this picture except the one scientist standing further away from the rest. Rex's eyes widened as recognized the familiar figure in the camera view.
Caesar.
The Latin-American was leaning over a tree. He was wearing a, somehow charred, sandy coloured military overalls, his working goggles were loosely hanging on his neck right above, already beaten up, identification tags. He was drinking casually from metal water bottle, glaring at the research crew sceptically, visibly not pleased of the project's outcomes. There was no turmoil in his eyes, no longing. He acted as if nothing ever happened, as if he had always been in Iraq building exoskeletons. As if he had no brother nor… person he loved in the past. Then one of the scientists, petite, black haired woman, noticed his frown. She quickly separated herself from the rest, catching up with him. They've chatted a while, exchanging laughs and friendly gestures. At the end of the conversation the woman patted his shoulder encouragingly, then they both took their leave. The transmission ended with remaining scientists opening a bottle of Champaign, the cork popped out of the neck of a bottle with loud pop. The stream of foam busted out and was welcomed by even more cheering and laughter.
A suffocating silence fell on the room. Helen looked stupefied at the ending credits of the news show, with a black checker still in between her fingers.
"you're heartless, Caesar" Black Knight finally said out loud, throwing a object in her hand toward the screen – missing it miserably "you're heartless, like machines you're building"
As much as Rex wanted not to, he had to admit Black Knight was right.
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