DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sonic the Hedgehog or any of his buds. I just like to torture them. Please don't sue.
Authoress's Notes: Like before, this is in continuity with the comics and the "Sonic Adventure" game for the Dreamcast. Sorry to the cartoon fans.
It wasn't even an hour before Amy arrived in Station Square. She drove up to the tiny dock closest to the hotel where she and her friends were staying and lifted the robot back onto her back.
"Hello?" she called. Apparently none of her friends were nearby. She ran across the street, into the hotel and checked with the desk clerk.
"Sorry, Miss Amy, but they're all out looking for you except Mr. Nathaniel Morgan. I was told to contact them immediately if you arrived."
"Thank you, mister."
Amy went upstairs as quickly as carrying her robot friend would allow, and knocked on the door to Nate Morgan's room.
It opened quickly. "Amy! You've given us all a fright...what is that you've got there?"
"Actually, Mr. Morgan, I wanted to talk to you about him..."
"Well, then, come in, sit down, and tell me."
Amy followed him in and sat down. She quickly poured out the whole ordeal, or at least what she knew of it. She finished her story, "He was really nice, Mr. Morgan. Really! He's different from the other robots. Could you...do you think you could save him?"
"Well, Amy, I'd have to open him up and take a look. That's a pretty bad wound he's got there. We can get started immediately. We'll be here in Station Square a few more days, Mayor Bullyani said something about a hero's ceremony or something."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Morgan!"
"Did you want to watch, Amy?"
"If you don't mind, Mr. Morgan, I'd like to be here every second, so I can know right away if you find out anything."
"Fine, Amy." Nate cleared off the largest table in the suite. "Help me lift him up here." (Again, he's light but rather bulky.)
They laid him on the table and Nate pulled a toolbox out from under his bed. "I always carry this for emergencies," he said.
Amy watched as he took her friend apart. It struck her as rather morbid, but she watched anyway, not wanting to leave him for a minute.
The others arrived back and checked on Amy, who had to explain the whole thing again to them. They left quickly after that.
Nate made several comments along the lines of "...severe damage..." and "...will need replacing.." but other than that the room was silent.
After a few hours, he pulled out a round disk, about two inches in diameter.
"Hmm. Amy, bring me my computer and that peripheral drive there...yes, that one, it's a special drive to read this type of disk."
He plugged it in and hooked up the drive. He took the disk and inserted it.
He read a few moments in awed silence.
"What is it?" Amy asked him.
"Hmm...sensory details, moral principles typed out in text files, video clips of things he's experienced, sound bytes, the like. Essentially it's his personality on a disk."
"Wow..." Amy breathed. "That's amazing."
"Yes, it is."
"So now what?"
Nate grimaced. "I won't dodge the truth, Amy. Your friend got himself a pretty bad blow. A lot of his internal components are beyond salvaging. It's also very difficult to get replacement parts, because most of them would have to come from Robotropolis. It would be almost impossible to restore him."
Tears welled up in Amy's eyes. "But--Mr. Morgan--"
Nate smiled. "I'm not finished, Amy. There is an alternative to restoration. We could build a new--completely different--robotic body and insert this disk into it. We could model it after a Robian. Robotnik couldn't trace it or identify it, as it would be built out of Knothole components. It would be the same person inside, just a different body."
Amy paused. "And that would work?"
"It would, and it's the only alternative to junking it."
"I don't want to junk him, Mr. Morgan..."
"I can't start until we get home, Amy. You can think it over."
Amy pursed her lips. "No. I don't want to think it over. I made my decision when I promised I would do everything I could to save him. He's my friend, and I want him back so we can go on being friends."
Nate's smile went into a downright grin. "All right. We'll start as soon as we arrive home. Now, Amy, I want to go through him and salvage what components I can, maybe to use in rebuilding him, but some maybe not. After this everything that cannot be used I'll junk. Did you want to watch that, too?"
"No, Mr. Morgan, I think that would make me feel a little sick to my stomach."
"I understand. I think I would take exactly the same position if the tables were turned. I'll put the disk in a safe place, and when we get to Knothole you and I can start working on him."
"All right, Mr. Morgan. I'll just go on to my room now."
"Fine. And Amy," he said.
"Yes?"
"You can call me Nate, like Sonic does."
Amy smiled. "All right."
So perhaps Amy may be getting a friend in the form of a Robian? Tune in for Part Three!
Authoress's Notes: Like before, this is in continuity with the comics and the "Sonic Adventure" game for the Dreamcast. Sorry to the cartoon fans.
It wasn't even an hour before Amy arrived in Station Square. She drove up to the tiny dock closest to the hotel where she and her friends were staying and lifted the robot back onto her back.
"Hello?" she called. Apparently none of her friends were nearby. She ran across the street, into the hotel and checked with the desk clerk.
"Sorry, Miss Amy, but they're all out looking for you except Mr. Nathaniel Morgan. I was told to contact them immediately if you arrived."
"Thank you, mister."
Amy went upstairs as quickly as carrying her robot friend would allow, and knocked on the door to Nate Morgan's room.
It opened quickly. "Amy! You've given us all a fright...what is that you've got there?"
"Actually, Mr. Morgan, I wanted to talk to you about him..."
"Well, then, come in, sit down, and tell me."
Amy followed him in and sat down. She quickly poured out the whole ordeal, or at least what she knew of it. She finished her story, "He was really nice, Mr. Morgan. Really! He's different from the other robots. Could you...do you think you could save him?"
"Well, Amy, I'd have to open him up and take a look. That's a pretty bad wound he's got there. We can get started immediately. We'll be here in Station Square a few more days, Mayor Bullyani said something about a hero's ceremony or something."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Morgan!"
"Did you want to watch, Amy?"
"If you don't mind, Mr. Morgan, I'd like to be here every second, so I can know right away if you find out anything."
"Fine, Amy." Nate cleared off the largest table in the suite. "Help me lift him up here." (Again, he's light but rather bulky.)
They laid him on the table and Nate pulled a toolbox out from under his bed. "I always carry this for emergencies," he said.
Amy watched as he took her friend apart. It struck her as rather morbid, but she watched anyway, not wanting to leave him for a minute.
The others arrived back and checked on Amy, who had to explain the whole thing again to them. They left quickly after that.
Nate made several comments along the lines of "...severe damage..." and "...will need replacing.." but other than that the room was silent.
After a few hours, he pulled out a round disk, about two inches in diameter.
"Hmm. Amy, bring me my computer and that peripheral drive there...yes, that one, it's a special drive to read this type of disk."
He plugged it in and hooked up the drive. He took the disk and inserted it.
He read a few moments in awed silence.
"What is it?" Amy asked him.
"Hmm...sensory details, moral principles typed out in text files, video clips of things he's experienced, sound bytes, the like. Essentially it's his personality on a disk."
"Wow..." Amy breathed. "That's amazing."
"Yes, it is."
"So now what?"
Nate grimaced. "I won't dodge the truth, Amy. Your friend got himself a pretty bad blow. A lot of his internal components are beyond salvaging. It's also very difficult to get replacement parts, because most of them would have to come from Robotropolis. It would be almost impossible to restore him."
Tears welled up in Amy's eyes. "But--Mr. Morgan--"
Nate smiled. "I'm not finished, Amy. There is an alternative to restoration. We could build a new--completely different--robotic body and insert this disk into it. We could model it after a Robian. Robotnik couldn't trace it or identify it, as it would be built out of Knothole components. It would be the same person inside, just a different body."
Amy paused. "And that would work?"
"It would, and it's the only alternative to junking it."
"I don't want to junk him, Mr. Morgan..."
"I can't start until we get home, Amy. You can think it over."
Amy pursed her lips. "No. I don't want to think it over. I made my decision when I promised I would do everything I could to save him. He's my friend, and I want him back so we can go on being friends."
Nate's smile went into a downright grin. "All right. We'll start as soon as we arrive home. Now, Amy, I want to go through him and salvage what components I can, maybe to use in rebuilding him, but some maybe not. After this everything that cannot be used I'll junk. Did you want to watch that, too?"
"No, Mr. Morgan, I think that would make me feel a little sick to my stomach."
"I understand. I think I would take exactly the same position if the tables were turned. I'll put the disk in a safe place, and when we get to Knothole you and I can start working on him."
"All right, Mr. Morgan. I'll just go on to my room now."
"Fine. And Amy," he said.
"Yes?"
"You can call me Nate, like Sonic does."
Amy smiled. "All right."
So perhaps Amy may be getting a friend in the form of a Robian? Tune in for Part Three!
