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Lifeless
By Angel Wing
Chapter 2
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"Trowa
Barton, but not completely."
"What do
you mean not completely?" Heero inquired raising his eyebrow
"Look
Heero, do you want to know the whole story?" Dr. j asked.
"Hn." Was
Heero's reply and he nodded his head.
Dr. J turned back to his computer and brought up some
files. It was more like blueprints for something, something the shape of a
human. The screen began to rotate and gave a detailed description of every part
of the human.
"Heero, this is you. This is what you were built up from.
You're not a human. You're somewhat a clone or an android, which I programmed,
but after awhile, you began to learn about free and then, I could no longer
control you." Dr. J said and turned to see his reaction so far. None, just as
he had suspected, and he continued, "You were modeled after my daughter. Yes
hard to believe, I had a daughter. She died many years ago in a fatal car
accident. I began work soon after. You were originally planned to be female,
but I decided to change that at the last minute."
"How could you? Who do you think you are God?" Heero asked,
not able to show any emotion in his voice.
"Let me finish. You can't age, you are basically immortal,
but you do feel. Not emotions, it was made clear that they were not to be
programmed into you, but you do feel pain and you do bleed, like any regular
human being. Trowa Barton on the other is only partially 'robotic' as you could
say. He was infused with parts when he took on the duty of piloting Heavyarms;
they were to make him a better soldier and also a better pilot."
Heero just sort of looked at the Dr as if he had a third
eye. The crazy man had built him. He wasn't real, it just wasn't true,
it couldn't be, but there it was, on a computer screen.
"Heero, how do you feel?" The Dr. asked hesitantly.
"How do you think I feel? Obviously, nothing, I don't have
emotions remember. I wish I did so maybe I could hold some, if any pity towards
you. You were wrong in what you did you know it and I know it too. Now your own
creation is turning against you. Goodbye Dr. J." Heero reached towards a
familiar place and pointed it towards him. The black object shimmered in the
light, a deadly weapon indeed, created for only one purpose.
A soft band was heard throughout the complex in which Dr. J
worked. The old man collapsed to the floor, his metal hand opening and closing
and the other grasping the area in which his heart was. He closed his eyes and
it sounded like a small chuckle escaped his mouth. A pool of crimson was slowly
forming around the now cold lifeless body.
Dead. Dr. J was dead. The man who thought he would play God
ad died, so he wasn't God after all. It made no difference, the world wasn't a
better or worse place without him, but in Heero's eyes, it was much better
indeed.