Sektor 9: False Cheer
"- and so, I present the worlds first guardian robot, Protoman!"
The crowd cheered. Dr. Light had quite a way with words, and they were eager to see his creation. Protoman stepped forward from the shadows, to the awe of the crowd.
A trio of clay pigeons were suddenly fired into the air. Protoman didn't waste time, he raised his blaster, took aim, and fired at each one of them, breaking them into fragments.
The crowd gasped, and applauded as more clay pigeons were fired. Protoman wasn't even trying, he just automatically aimed and fired, awe-ing the crowd.
Then, a large beam shot past Protoman, blasting a neat circle through the stage. Protoman whirled, surprised, as another beam came directly at him.
Raising his shield, Protoman blocked the beam, deflecting it into space. Two more beams were fired at him, and he manipulated himself so the two would both impact his shield, and fire upwards.
The crowd cheered. Protoman gave a strange salute, and stepped backwards, somewhat bored. He had hoped for a major challenge.
"And next, a tool-using robot, able to use any and every tool in existence perfectly well! I bring you… Megaman!"
The crowd cheered as the energetic Megaman stepped forward. "Hello!" He called out, waving his arm in an arc, smiling broadly.
Dr. Light pushed a few buttons, causing a few objects to rise out of the stage. Megaman paused, waiting for the shout.
"Now, watch as Megaman performs his tool-using capabilities!"
That was the cue. Megaman turned to the first series of objects, a group of wooden poles, each about half a foot in diameter.
"I'm supposed to axe these…" recalled Megaman. He raised his hand, changing it quickly into an axe. He swung two times, as hard as he could, slicing through the pole. The crowd gasped, as Dr. Light spoke onto the microphone.
"Notice that he always swings at maximum power, and never misses his target!"
That was true, Megaman never missed. He always hit directly where his previous axe-swing had taken place. He then spun to a nearby plank, lifting it off the ground. He placed it against a nearby wall, ejected a nail into it, and hammered it into the wall with two sharp swings.
"Nails form when necessary, and he doesn't miss with his hammer."
Megaman then turned to the large block of wood, sawing it in half with long, steady strokes, making much faster progress than a normal human would. He relatively quickly cut through the wood, and turned to face Protoman.
Protoman smiled, steadying himself. Megaman then hurled the log half into the air, and Protoman blasted it into fragments.
"That wasn't part of the show…" Murmured Dr. Light softly to Dr. Wily, pleased at the response. Dr. Wily ignored the comment.
"Why must we show off the two to the rest of the world?"
"They are supposed to help humans all over, it would help for humans to know what they were being helped by."
"Harumph." Dr. Wily then turned silent.
Overall, the demonstration was a large success. The general public was very impressed by the performances of Protoman and Megaman.
Back at the lab, Dr. Light turned to Dr. Wily.
"After that positive response, I believe it would be best to create the Seight 1 as we were planning."
"Excellent." Dr. Wily seemed pleased. "The group as a whole should be versatile, able to handle many different jobs, similar to the Seight 0, but not the same."
Dr. Light turned to Megaman and Protoman, who were speaking in a corner, the two sole members of Seight 0. "I agree."
"Protoman…" Megaman said, pausing.
"Hmm?"
"When… when was I born? How old was I?"
Protoman realized, with a start, that he didn't know. "I don't know."
"When were YOU born?"
"I… don't remember that either. Remember, Dr. Light said our memories wouldn't be complete."
"Oh." The two sat quietly for a moment. "We did have parents… right?"
"Of course. Everyone has a mom and a dad."
"Then… who are ours?"
Protoman lowered his head, not answering. Megaman understood.
"Maybe… it'll come back to us. Maybe we'll remember, someday."
"Maybe."
"Yeah…"
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