Chapter 2. (Wilys base. Location - unknown)

Wily sits in a red maroon leather reading chair, in front of a fireplace. A steady fire burns within the hearth. He sits cross legged staring straight ahead, motionless. The crackle and pop of the air escaping the logs fills the room with random noise. Shadows dance across the walls. This fire is currently the only source of light in this study. Books that look like the walls in shelves that are built to reach the ceiling. Across the top of the ceiling are more bookshelves. Books and shelves are hanging straight down. The spines face him as if they should be raining down everywhere. Wily is surrounded. Sometimes he thinks he can feel the weight of the knowledge in this room pressing down on his brain. Half the volume of the entire library here, which includes roughly 24,000 volumes in this 15x10 study were written by his own hand, or rather, the hand of a robot doing what he says and then edited and published by another bot of his. Wily stares straight ahead as if into a space between the points where his eyes focus and unfocus. X sleeps on a couch against the far wall .Wily pins his eyebrows down. He is searching his old brain for a distant memory. He finds it..

He remembers how Rock lost his will to live after the death of auto,eddie, and his sister Roll. The factory reset of his systems. He remembers the cold night he visited his old rival and friend Dr. Light at his home, after finally breaking the blue bombers spirit. Admitting he was wrong at the same time as admitting himself the final victor of their lifelong battle of ideology. Yes, Dr wily dreamed of the day he could lord his genius over the humble light of the good doctor. Good doctor indeed! Heh! Still...Wilys heart ached at the memory of the old mans suffering. And a certain look he gave him that stormy night. Yes, he too knew that feeling well.

Should I destroy X? Should I...destroy Dr lights final creation? He suffers when he should not. Curse you Thomas...I still dont understand you and the point of suffering. I only know now that you are right somehow. If not destroy the boy, then what? Choosing not to shoo away an old stray is the same as adopting it. He has no home. No family. No one. What were you thinking Light? Were you so delusional in your hope for humanity that you didnt even foresee a possible future where X was alone? Wily suspects Lights intentions here.

He was put in stasis for diagnostics for 30 years in order to fully debug and simulate test X's programming. X does not have any limitations or rules or guidelines from which to control his behavior. He has not a single line of code that even hints at a law restricting him from harming humans. Wily suddenly remembers the blaster schematics for X. That he designed from scratch. He remembers the power generator also , that powers X.

The solution you came up with for X...
The solution I came up with for Zero...

It appears that once again, we are destined to battle our ideology's. Ill never be able to fully scan and read X's core program. I honestly cant believe that Light can still best me 30 years after his death. The things this man knows about computer programming is beyond me. He was always better than me at programming. I was always better than him in robotics. He would stumble over anti gravity. I would stumble over basic cognitive AI would develop a hyper algorithm. I developed the hyper buster. This program for X...its too curious a thing.

X...you get to suffer...and I pity you for the choice im making...

Wilys voice rings out loud... Command function override Lets Rock and Roll.

The red gem on Xs forehead lights up and is flashing off and on rapidly.

"Command Input Reboot. Intitiate."

X's gem stops flashing and switches to a solid state. Then turns off.

Wily gives a look in Xs direction as he lays motionless. Its a look of distrust, distaste and obvious annoyment.

Zero doesnt know about himself or me. According to my data ,Xs memory's are wiped. Something doesnt feel right.

Wily suddenly realizes that X has been awake and looking at him waiting for the right moment to break his train of thought to ask a question.

Wily - I see your awake...how do you feel?

X - Why did you revive me? He says with a serious look.

Wily - Come, X...sit by me...we have a lot to talk about...