A pair of
eyes, long and angular flashed into existence in the alley, the sound of metal
claws scraping upon the cement was easily heard as it removed itself from the
darkness, revealing it's black and red form. It stood beside the other now,
it's black fur shining with resilience, including the occasional streak of red,
which sourounded it's eyes like a mask, perfectly sharpened, metallic teeth
showing through it's mouth as it growled softly. Something was bound to be
around. It was to quiet. It's body had a look similar to that of Gospel's,
although much more realistic, those large tubes about the shoulders gone, and
the tail more wolf-like than it's predecessor. But with the advanced
technologies, surely it was more complicated than that? Indeed, it had it's
weapon systems hidden beneath it's skin, but those powerful jaws, capable of
slicing through almost anything with ease, and those powerful claws, much the
same, would surely be enough to do most of the work. And it, to, had it's
transformation abilities, adapted from earlier technologies such as that of
Rush, though it couldn't bond with it's master, lacking the technology to
combine two such advanced reploids. It sniffed at the air, glancing about,
something was moving unseen.
Genesis,
that mysterious figure, glanced down towards his companion. "What is it, Ex?"
he asked, taking a break from all of that laughter. It had gotten old. Exodus
glanced up to him, and made more sniffing motions. "I see. Show yourself!" But
what ever it was didn't. Gen growled along with his companion, glancing about.
And then two swift attacks would knock them both to the ground, followed by a
quick stun shock.
"That
outta hold'em. These new stealth systems are somethin'.." said the first, all
black reploid. A stealth model, of course. Otherwise it would have been more
easily spotted. "Better take this to Cain." And so, the two figures would be
transported back to Maverick HQ, via armored hovercar.
Several
hours later..
Genesis
lay on a white table, strapped down by strong bands. He certainly couldn't move
them. He growled, cursing the damned things. He glanced around while fighting
at his bonds, to find that, by way of logos, he was in the Hunter HQ. It would
have been a nice situation, if he hadn't been strapped down so tightly. He
began to yell obsene remarks, mostly about the hunters in general.
Jeremy
Cain walked into the room, using his cane for support. "What do we have here?"
He asked, looking over Genesis.
"You
better let me go, Old man.." Gen snarled out, once more straining against his
bonds. He stared at Cain with a burning hate. Somehow, they had managed to cut
his generator's power down to just enough for normal systems, cutting off his
main weapon- energy manipulation.
"Now now,
Genesis I believe it was? Settle down. And welcome to Maverick Hunter HQ." Said
Cain, still looking over Tony. "That's quite a miraculous technology you have
there, Genesis. Who created you?"
Genesis
grinned, and spat at the old man. "Why thank you, but that's none of your
business. And where's my dog, damn it?" He snarled, looking around. Exodus was
nowhere in sight. Maybe he had gotten away? Well, maybe things weren't that
bad. "So. What're you going to do with me .. Cain?"
Cain
glanced back to him, after stepping back from the spit. He had quite a
personality, or so Cain thought. They'd have to do something about that.
Cain began
to speak, "Your 'dog' as you referred to it is safe. They're just running a few
tests on him. I'm sure that you won't give us to much trouble. And we figure we
might reprogram you or something. That's usually customary for captured
Mavericks. A complete erasurer, except for the basic operations, and a bit of
your personality, and everything else would be replaced."
Despite
the earlier terror, it was now Genesis who was terrified.
"You're
gonna WHAT?!" he growled out, straining against those straps.
He'd
rather have his arms ripped off. "Don't.." He murmured, catching his breath.
Damn the straps.
"We're
going to make you into a hunter." Cain said with a smile. "That way you can
repay society for that little incident earlier today."
Genesis lay
there, glaring daggers towards Cain. He looked so calm and intelligent. How
dare him.
"Now if
you'll just hold still, this'll all be over with in no time." Cain began to
type a few buttons on a control screen, and things began to black out for
Genesis, but not without a whole lot of yelling and shouting.
Later...
The lights
in the room were bright. His eyes slowly slid open, glancing around as his
optic systems came on line, although still a bit blurry. His system was now
running checks, moving every servo, motor, and other movement system one at a
time, checking for performance. This took all of one second.
His voice
began, in a monotone pitch, without emotion. "Movement systems at optimum
efficiency. Preparing neural scan."
The scan
traced over all of the delicate circuitries, sending messages throughout the
system, which didn't do much, besides relay information back.
"Neural
system also at optimum efficiency." That same tone.
"Requesting
data input. Input number one. Name."
"Genesis."
"Requesting
data input. Input number two. Designation."
"Attack
and infiltration."
"Confirmed.
System commands?"
"Load
personality matrix."
"Confirmed."
And so
Genesis would come online once more, but quite a bit more settled down this time.
He glanced around, looking over the room with a clearer vision, numbers
scrolling across. His eyes locked onto Jeremy Cain, and a yellow rectangle
surrounded his face, enlarging, and bringing up a name with several bits and
pieces of easily accessed information.
"Hello,
Jeremy Cain." Spoke Genesis. His voice was that of a person of about his age,
sounding near 18 or 19. Mature, yet still with the teenager touch to it.
"Hello,
Genesis." Replied Cain. The reprogramming seemed to be a success.
"Where's my counterpart?" That was
funny- they hadn't programmed that in.
Perhaps
some things were just impossible to redo, but at least he seemed
friendlier. He glanced around, there
didn't seem to be anyone else in the room, but something so simple as a two-way
mirror was the key. They left him with most of his combat sense, although he
wasn't quite sure about his weapon systems, if he even had any. He looked
human. He had knowledge of them, and of reploids. While his appearance was that
of a normal human's, he definitely had the systems, albeit complicated ones, of
a reploid.
He
searched his memories, thinking back. He had several, rather detailed memories
of him as a..child? He was out in the backyard of his house, playing with his
father. And the memory cut.
The next
to come was when he and his family were sitting around the dinner table,
happily eating.
And he
grew older with each one, progressing from a content, nice child into somewhat
more of a juvenile delinquent. He went from nice, to aggressive, and then those
memories were whiped away. He blinked briefly. Reploids didn't grow, did they?
Of course not. He continued thinking. It seemed all of the violent or
aggressive memories were being taken away.
He was in
a car, taking his dog to the vet. He was smiling, as he glanced over towards
his pet, who's head was hanging out of the window, tongue waving in the wind.
He had just gotten out of rehab, like so many of the kids of his day, when he
glanced back to the road to find a large, overturned tanker truck.
Needless
to say, he got fried pretty badly.
Condition:
Critical
He lay on
a hospital's beds, overhearing bits and pieces of a heated conversation between
doctors. What were they saying..?
"..Critical…..Inevitable."
"No chance
to……"
So he was going
to die. He sighed, speaking through the crack in a large body cast. Apparently
he was burned pretty bad, because everything hurt. Humorously enough, he wanted
to know about his dog. And it was bad for the dog, to. But, his father, being a
reploid engineer and all of that, happened to have a new method to save
critical people-but it required a new body.
The cast
was slowly cut away as he faded out once more, growing closer to his body's
breaking point. An unusual device was slipped carefully over the charred flesh.
It was a clever machine, plugged into one of the new high-capacity laptops. To
be brief, it basically copied a persons memories, there personality, onto a
file, which would then be transferred to a body.
But
because Gen was the son of the inventor, as well as the utmost researcher in
some rather 'unusual' weapons technologies, which were based on some old
artifacts they had collected from a set of recently discovered ruins.
And so it
came to be, that these new technologies would be incorporated into his new
body, but the transfer process hadn't been quite corrected, between the extreme
complications of brain patterns, to the loss of data in the transfers, and so
on. He was no longer that kind son, but he looked like him. Occasionally acted
like him, and as far as everyone was concerned. Was him.
There was
no virus to turn him to darkness, simply the overpowering desire of the human
species to hate and destroy. To kill their own kind and others. Where so many
things had easily been pushed away, his new mind made everything clear. And the
power longed to be used.
And so it
was.
But he
didn't know of his violent tendencies, and so those violent memories would fade
away like the others, not remembered in his mind.
His
memories had flashed by in mere instants, his eyes blinking once or twice. He
knew a little more about his past now, and perhaps more would come?