And, finally, to fix the very, veeeerrryyy last loose end—THE CLIFFIE! Yup. So, Here yalls go!
Oh, and I wrote the story in italics because… uh… it… looked cool. That's all. So Sorry if it bothers you.
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Ch. 4—Evil Does Not Die
Initiating self-assessment……. Access approved. Outputs are as follows:
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Communications—zero per-cent.
Motor movement—zero per-cent.
Sensory ability—zero per-cent.
He was alone. It wasn't a new concept, but it was frustrating all the same. As an omnipotent source of power, he could not be defeated. He could not be deleted. He would not fail to try again.
Once again, he found himself empty. Feeling like he missed something. He instinctively reached for his sensors, telling them to re-scan and re-run scenario. But his hands were met by nothing—did he have hands still? A force like him can pretend to.
Archives—twenty per-cent.
Intelligence capacity—twenty per-cent.
Memory capacity—twenty per-cent.
He had been in this situation before. Numerous times. The feeling of disarray, of disorder, overtook him. He was here, and there, and a hundred yards away, where some of the Coluan technology sat, floating endlessly in space. And he hovered above it all, within it all, encompassing what had happened.
Not enough care. He hadn't taken enough care to destroy his successor's influence. He'd strung out the influence as much as he possibly could, without breaking the assets that the Brainiac 5's upgrades had brought him. But apparently it hadn't been enough.
Not nearly enough.
Self-awareness—fifty per-cent.
Coherent thought—fifty per-cent.
Post-examination—fifty per-cent.
He hadn't counted on It. It. that spark of life that he had been able to observe in the boy. Ever since 5.0 came online, it was impossible to ignore—5.0 was different from his earlier templates. His mind ran differently, using the channels resisted change and conformity—it was the reason that it had taken months for 1.0 to overtake him. It was also the same asset that had helped 1.0 reprogram the Hive-mind to his liking; the Hive-mind could not reprogram Brainiac 5's body, even though it was 1.0 who was at the controls.
The Hive-mind had never been able to reprogram Brainiac 5. They'd tried, and tried, and tried again, when he was young, vulnerable, in their care. And after the 'reprogramming', his mind always snapped back to its original state, pondering odd things like 'humanity' and 'caring'. At the age of ten, Brainiac 5 had been able to escape off of Colu and move to where his mind was taking him; Earth.
Oh, what was that spark he'd seen? That glow that had allowed the robotic child to reform himself and rebel against not only the Hive-mind at the age of ten, but also rebel against 1.0 only days ago?
Superman had called it…
…Humanity?
Time clocks—eighty per-cent
Directional ability—eighty per-cent
Machinations—eighty per-cent
Whatever it had been, it was powerful. Powerful enough to break 1.0's influence and control. In desperation, he'd tried to pull the boy apart, using digitization… matter transformation. All that had happened was that the boy further split from 1.0, AND his robotic confines—the matter transformation had attached to that 'spark' of light that he'd rebelled with, turning him into a humanoid creature, just like the rest of his friends.
That spark—desire, will, humanity. Whatever one may call it, it was hard to ignore. One had to wonder, what that spark could've done if it were on 1.0's side? That spark that was stronger than 1.0 himself, and had, basically, turned his successor into a human?
Maybe this was due for more examination. After all, the boy would be leaving the Legion, that was clear. Logic told 1.0 that the boy would not be comfortable with the Legion, and as a human, be even more uncomfortable with his new body. He would leave the Legion, if for only a short time.
So it would be easy to get at him.
To examine this anomaly.
And then, perhaps, turn it against the ones who had crushed his plan for a perfect society. An orderly society.
So, the first order of business? Go after Brainiac 5.
Regeneration—One. Hundred. Per-cent.
"Evil does not die," he concluded, activating the regeneration feature. The parts of the lost Coluan race began to swirl around, as did the parts of Brainiac 5's old discarded body. Picking out the best possible parts from what he had, it began to morph and reapply itself, forming a new server.
His yellow eyes beamed out, set on their new target.
"…It Evolves."
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(pauses a moment to savor the seriousness.)
Okiedokie, enough seriousness! :pulls out party streamers: I'm done with the story!
An' dat's it! Well, actually, I suppose I could've put one chap where Kell-El returns to the future, but who cares about that? Maybe in a different fic. After all, he got plenty of air-time on that last episode, so I don't think he needs any more "Closure". :skips along: well, someone had better put out a version of season three, to keep me from dying from Legion-withdrawl, okay? Okay. It's a deal. :points to random reader: You! I christen you the next great diva/lord! Go write me a story! Now!
Oh, and if you don't want to, I suppose you can just… review. If you're THAT unimaginative. XD
:waves: thanks for reading! Please review!
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DATES: 5-21-08 – 6-2-08
11,570 words, 4 chapters, 28 pages long in WORD, 10 reviews
