LAST TIME, on GOES WU:
We learned the hidden history of the Witch of Flame Wuya, and her tale of mutual Destruction, which has resulted in the current War between Shaolin and Heylin. Is this true? Can we trust this mysterious Spector? Find out..NOW!

Spoiler: Continued Winning Votes

As the sound of silence filled your Lab, your brain once again raced to comprehend the information you've just acquired, a feeling you're starting to get uncomfortably used too. The Spirit's story spoke abut a lot of different things that just made no sense to you. 'When' could this so called 'Age of Darkness' have happened, and why wasn't it recorded in conventional history if it lasted for so long? Why the sudden focus on 'Balance' at the end of the tale? And just how strong where the two of them if each of their fights CHANGED THE LANDSCAPE. These questions and more swirled through your head, before quickly being discarded, as even you weren't stupid/brave enough to try asking such sensitive things with the emotions She was putting off right now, floating almost wistfully... somehow.

So, you decided to give a quiet cough, which seemed to snap Wuya out of her memories and remind her that she was in company, before continuing with your previously throughout questions to both probe for information, and genuine curiosity.

"Ahem! Well! I... was not expecting THAT. I'm... sorry? For your loss, I mean. And thank you for sharing that with me, it... must have been hard. Sorry, I've, ah, never had to deal with this kind of situation before." You finally ended with a sheepish grin, feeling more awkward than you ever had before, which was saying a lot.

This caught Wuya off guard, if her sudden backflight was any indication, but she quickly returned to her previous position, drawing off the motion as if to flick her tentacle appendages like hair, as well as letting out a dismissive scoff.

"Kah! I need not your Pity young one. After the first few centuries, such feelings regarding the issue have long since left one such as I. However, while on such a topic, This One would like to know the name of the Young cub before Her, as is only proper after learning another's Name." Wuya said before floating around your body once more, making small murmurs in a language you had never heard spoken before, before finally drifting back up to eye level with you, thankfully farther away this time, grin back on her masked face.

"Ah! Fair enough. Eh-Hem! I am Jack Spicer! Evil Boy Genius! The one who will Rule the WORLD! *Cue the effects guys!*

Off to the side, a Jackbot moves a spare sheet of scrap metal in such a way to imitate the sound of thunder clapping, and another flashed the lights on and off in tempo, just as yuo designed them too.

You quickly look toward your... let's be generous, and say guest, to bask in their breath taken expression at your awesomeness.

What you are disappointing to find however, is the Witch's ghost giving the flattest look you had ever received, which given it was on a mask was somewhat pf a given, but the pure FEELING involved in it felt as if she had just took a piece of industrial sandpaper and went to town on your pride.

"Huh. First thing I see in millennia, and it's the worlds showiest simpleton. Well, even coal can become diamond with enough pressure, and I HAVE done more with worse..." After this, Wuya trailed of into her own world again, either heedless or uncaring of the new slump you found yourself in at the uncaring and hurtful word's directed toward your person.

"Hey! Who are you calling a simpleton! I BUILT this Lab, and everything in it! Hell, I've built HUNDREDS like it! Don't just write me off!" You yelled as you got back to your feet from your previous Crouch of Dispair tm . Sure, it was kind of a quick reaction for you, especially with all your practice at keeping your cool while working, but you had worked too hard just to be discounted like the years of effort you had done were nothing. Your family was bad enough, but you would not let some long-gone Queen try and put you down.

Wuya, however, was unimpressed.

"I call you a Simpleton, because that is what you are. You claim yourself a genius, yet you surround yourself with the same results time and time again. You claim to wish to rule, but you show no signs of HOW or why. You say you have hundreds of such chambers, where you Create, but what have you made but paltry Golems? Until you can Answer me these things, and truly show them, a Simpleton is all you will be in my eyes." She explained flatly.

That explanation took any indignation you had right out of your sails. And as you looked back... you realize that she has a point. Sure, you talk a big game, but what have yo really done up to this point? Made a few million robots? And what had you done with them. Jack. You could easily take over a third world country, they'd probably be happier under your rule than any other dictator. So why hadn't you? Why? Why? WhyWhyWhyWHyWHywhwhwywhywhywhywhywhywhywh-

"However."

Your small breakdown was thankfully interrupted by Wuya's continued speech.

" As you have said. You ARE indeed, still a BOY genius. You have yet to Grow into your own, and you have the tools needed to make it Far in this Goal. After all, it is usually harder to gain Strength of Mind, than it is to gain Strength of Body. It only takes time too... become MORE, isn't that right... Jack?" She finished with a wicked grin.

You shakily returned a grin of your own, as you brought your mind under your own will. Yes, that's exactly right. You were still a BOY, there was so much you could do before taking over anything. After all, its rather hard to go to anime conventions of Disneyland when you're a world leader, however forcefully taken. At least, that was what you told yourself.

"You-ah, you think so?" You questioned, still reeling from your thoughts.

"I KNOW so, Jack. You can Trust me." Wuya said, smiling face now taking up most of the mask.

That, however, struck you back to the present. This was a woman who just finished telling a tale about how she was the Ruler of an 'Age of Darkness', and then just finished telling you everything you had done wrong over your, admit-ably, not-so-successful career as a Supervillain.

"Wait a minute. WHY should I trust you? So far, you've done nothing but give me reasons to doubt you. So why?" You suddenly shot out, eyes narrowed.

That soured the smile on her masked face, which nearly caused one to grow on your own.

"Before I was Sealed within that accursed Box, Da-Dai-Shi, and I, both swore to teach whoever was under our care to the best of our ability. And this includes cutting down any delusions of adequacy those Students may have. Also, if such a small thing as 'Logic' results in such injuries to your pride, mayhaps another path is more suitable for you. Such as an ignoble farmer like your ancestor?" Wuya prodded. (1)

You grit your teeth at this rebuttal. The entire reason you decided to become a Villain was to step out of your Parent's shadow, what with their shadow networks and Assassination Squads. You din't want to just be another voice in the Shadow's, you wanted to be the biggest target that nobody could get, the one who could do Evil with no consequence. And to be insulted so far, to be called a 'farmer'? No.

Suddenly, as you prepared to have your Jackbots attack the spirit, you had an epiphany.

"This is what you want. You want to see how I react." You breathed out in astonishment.

This prompted the face splitting grin again.

"Ahh. Good. So the genius CAN learn. Indeed. The first lesson of the Heylin. NEVER let your emotions cloud your affairs or goals. Act with deliberation, and put your all into anything you do. THIS is how you change the world."

"Was.. ALL THAT really necessary?" You questioned.

"Yes." She said simply.

You fought the urge to sweat-drop due to the roller coaster of a conversation this had been. So, you finally pushed forward.

"Okay, one last thing. Just, ah, how...aware, were you inside that Box? Cause you said something about my wish and Desires when you popped out and scared the bajezzus out of me." You finally got out, hoping to move past the last few embarrassing and aggravating minutes.

"Ahhh. Again with a fine question. The answer, however, varies. With each person my Box touched, I grew more and more aware, becoming able to view the dream of those who 'owned' me, so as to see if they trulyneeded my guidance, or deserved it. And YOU young one, are EXACTLY what I have waited for."

Well... That was about as creepy a response as you've come to expect from the ghostly guide. Seeing dreams huh, wonder what THAT'S like.

"Now. I have answered your questions in gratitude for freeing me, but now I feel I should see the area and discover just how much the World has changed. If I may have a small look, before we continue our conversation?" Wuya suddenly asked, stopping you from asking the next question previously on the tip of your tongue.

Thinking it over for a second, and finding nothing wrong with it, you barely gave a small nod before she had phased through the roof of your Lab, most likely to familiarize herself with the massive compound that made up your current residence.

So, seeing yourself with nothing to do, you do what you always do.

Mess around with your Jackbots.

That comment earlier about 'Golems' had kind of set you off earlier, but now that you thought about it, it really wasn't to far from the truth. Sure, some of the bots that you used more often or for more specific tasks were designed to have personalities, but the lot of them were literally off the cuff creations, different from each other only in serial number.

So, you decide to do something different this time. Every bot you've made before had been using your distinctive color design of bronze and black with a knight-like chassis, but you decided to go for a different angle this time. You would be using some inspiration from a game you played recently, and made what could be described as a pure metal skeleton. (2)

While the regular Jackbots were molding the metal into dense strips, you were busy programming your new bot. You couldn't use your standard set for quite a few reasons, the biggest being that your standard set wouldn't allow its frame to move to the best of its ability, but the main concern was it having an identity crisis. Yes, that was the main reason why he didn't give his bog standard bots personalities, as he had painfully learned at a young age. When one's follower learns that literally thousands of themselves could be made in an instant, they either become very angry, or very sad. And neither one was worth risking your continued survival on.

So, as you continued to program, fingers more so blurring than moving as line after line of code reflected off your goggles, you decided to play it safe, and install the standard. This included, but was not limited too, A set of commands to not look into their own nature beyond the physical, to not try and destroy, overthrown, or otherwise hurt their creator, do not form a hive mind, learn human actions and characteristics from experience, and ect., before finally being black-boxed into a separate server along with a shutdown virus in a separate server in case it SOMEHOW defected.

So, as you clicked the last few ones and zeroes you needed, your mind wandered to things long past as you watched the skeleton come together, and then get covered with artificial muscle and skin.

END OF CHAPTER

(1) This is a little nod towards the fact that most last names come from something an ancestor of ours did at some point. Like a Blacksmith being named Smith, or a Spice farmer being named Spicer.
My last name is Forshaw, and, since i'm Scottish, means that my family used to 'see the future'. I certainly get Deja Vu enough that I could believe it.

(2) A little nod to TFS Plays Snatchers. If you haven't watched them play that particular game, watch it to get an idea of just what we're building, just loyal to US, and not Russia.
CHOICE: CHOOSE ONE OF THE BELOW

[] Remember what Started it All

[]Remember what Happened 3 Years Ago

[]Remember what Happened Last Week

END OF CHOICE

And there we are. It was getting harder and harder for me to think of how to format all our questions in a way that seemed at least semi-natural, but by Jove, I DID IT! Now, are we ready for the obligatory Flashback episode? Cause I am! See you all in two days!

-Minor Edit: Sorry about the previous shift in text size midway through the chapter, just fixed it. Also, look forward to the new chapter next.