Chapter 3 .

X doesnt question anything. He is in a state of wonder and curiosity at the room full of books. His processors are giving him heights, thicknesses, color abstractions, geometric information and relative positions of objects. X is discovering the senses outside of combat in a relaxed environment for the very first time. Its enough stimulation to cause him to forget the tragic event that happened last.

He recognizes his name and while his eyes and head continue to scan and read the room of its wonders, he walks forward , half paying attention to Wilys words while following them to another red leather chair. He turns and plants himself down with a bit of a thud. X becomes aware of the feeling of his own body weight and it questions himself a split second. Am I this heavy? I feel heavy. I AM heavy! Heavy compared to what? A car? I know what a car is. Ok so thats a car. What else...do I...He stands up to test the load on his body . He feels no load. I didnt feel as heavy when I started to move. He sits back down. Again a thud.

"So I have no help to go down but im assisted in going up or forward?"

Wily just stares with this smile on his face as if he is watching a young prodigy gain ground on an experienced fighter. He just shrugs in response to Xs question,what would be to us, an obvious deflection, hinting at knowing the answer but not giving it out of playfulness. X doesnt pick up on it and takes it literal.

"I keep getting this weird feeling like I dont have to worry about falling down hard and so I dont try to catch myself"

X looks at his arms and turns his hands over as if discovering his body for the first time. Im not sure where we are right now, but thank you . Thank you for helping me. My name is R.. Wait...no...my name is X. I got hit by a rock probably because my memory is a little foggy. I remember seeing this little red headed girl. Then I woke up here with you.

Was it the shot to his head by his own hand? Or could it be possible Light was so good at copying the way a human brain works that X has selective memory loss that happens often during cases of extreme trauma in humans. If light really did what im starting to think he did, thats why I can scan his central processor but cant analyze its data. . Its an ever changing programming language. Its inventing new program languages and interfaces and constantly shifting between them all, they are almost countless and are growing in number but the size of data shrinks often and expands. Dr Light seems to have invented a whole new way to process information that fuses what nature does with what computer algorithms do when absorbing and shifting equations in their formulas. The result is the brain of mother nature working to survive and evolve but using the digital method instead of the organic method. By converting dna to zeros and ones Light was able to make an inorganic machine tap into the energy of life that nature uses to drive itself to survive and evolve and give it a real soul. He ...he fooled the universe itself into giving the spark of life to a piece of metal... He did not plant anything new like a robot soul, he actually convinced nature to give X all the powers of evolving life. Coupled with this radical logic program, X is the real thing. A bridge between both organic and non organic worlds.

A small tear trickles from the right eye of Dr Albert Wily. The admiration he is feeling for knowing such a man is overwhelming him. . His face contorts between sorrow , anger and a smile.

X hadnt heard a word of all this thought in WIlys head. X wasnt fully aware of whats really going on but he did understand that something in Wilys was bothering him

Wily begins to speak after wiping himself clean of all traces of being upset. Listen to me X. You must have courage. Life, as you have already seen, is full of pain and horror. You must be careful how much emotion you allow to rise up in you for what starts as a ripple , if left out in the open water too long, can and will build into a tidal wave and it will swallow everything X. Everything and everyone...

X- I ... dont know if i understand... pain and horror? Life? I dont know what...

Suddenly...Xs memory of the little girls crushed body pasted itself as if someone had painted it on the side of a skyscraper building.

X starts to charge his buster...its humming though so loudly that you can barely talk over it at full scream...

Tears start to run down the face of the young man. Hes already learned to cry with a straight face, letting the pain and emotion flow through him like a river instead of trying to damn it up through squinted eyes and dribbling. No, he wouldnt stop the tears out of pride. The afflicted deserve no quarter from pain. X was grateful that he was being punished by this pain. It fits his sentiment at the moment. X points his blaster to his head. This time...X wasnt going to blast himself unless he really really thought long and hard about the value of his life here. A life of pain had no purpose and so...X closes his eyes...

Wily suddenly realizes that if he does nothing, X will incinerate every last atom of his own head.

He lunges forward... "NOOOO! you foool!"

He reaches out with his right hand and pushes X blaster behind his head as X lets loose the blast . Wilys timing was a split second sooner than X.

The size of the blast forces a huge hole through the roof causing the level above to crash through the floor ...burying them both in rubble...