Gundam W Fanfiction
-The Awakening-
Chapter 4- Mind Quake
Heero's Gundam sailed up over the lab complex. He pulled back the twin levers that controlled the suits arms, and the suit's massive, oversized energy rifle rose up until it was eye-level with Heero's cockpit.
This is it. With this strike, I will wipe away the past forever, Heero thought with an amount of apprehension.
He knew his mission, though. He knew his purpose. In that instant, his mind was freed of all distractions. It was set ablaze with a single destructive thought. He switched to the Gundam's tactical screens and locked the transparent blue crosshairs that danced over his face onto the giant facility below. His finger grasped the overhead trigger to the beam rifle. One shot would do it.
Suddenly, a second, independent mind erupted out of his cold solidarity. It whispered menacingly in his ear: I shall never leave you. My words will fill your head for the rest of your short, miserable life.
"No!!" Heero screamed in frustration. "I killed you! How could you possibly still be there?" He was answered at first by only a thin cord of chuckling.
You destroyed my body, not my soul. I will haunt you forever, even in death. Emulat's ghostly voice continued to dig deeply into Heero's mind.
Perhaps we should review your life before I end it. As Emulat's voice faded, a thousand images flashed before Heero's mind. He saw men dressed in dark suits with protective masks, charging into a small cottage. A dark-haired woman with intense, Prussian eyes ran screaming toward a small cradle. The guards produced rifles from their suit's harnesses and fired at her. She fell a few feet from the cradle, a dozen white-hot projectiles burrowing into her back. The men snatched a screaming infant from the cradle and left.
Compter and his men. Emulat stated impartially. He always was a bit excessive in his show of force. Before you tore his heart right out of his chest without warning or provocation, that is. Can you imagine it, Heero? Creating something that even men like us would be horrified of.
The next images were of Heero, being reconstructed inside a glass tank. After his body was reshaped, as the scientists wanted, he was placed in a tank full of green liquid and his skull was cut open. They made many enhancements to his brain, removing some sections of tissue and adding metallic implants in others.
After these images, time whirled forward to Heero's unexpected awakening and escape.
Escape pod...Dr. J...Gundam...Wrists...Macbeth...G-forces chair...all returned in a flash. Then, his memories began to slowly catch up with the present, they soon intertwined and melded together until one was indistinguishable from the other, and Heero found himself in the Gundam's cockpit once more. His right hand was forced from its grasp around the rifle's trigger. His left hand, as if possessed by an unseen demon, took the right hand and deftly broke each finger, pulling it backwards until the bone snapped. His screams were long and loud.
After his right hand was completely limp and useless, the left hand dropped it and grabbed the steering columns. It pushed the acceleration levers all the way forward, and the Gundam began a dead, vertical free-fall.
You might as well as learn some truth before you die. You are my creation, so I will at least partake upon you my view of mankind and the philosophy behind your creation. This is all I can do for you.
Emulat's voice became deeper and clearer within Heero's head.
Mankind thinks it has advanced beyond other animals. It thinks that its superior reasoning abilities and complex mind make it special somehow. But in truth, we are no different from any other animal, or even forms of life that are lower than them. The only distinction that humanity has is its ability to single itself out as something better than the rest. Our only difference is our ability to have, and be aware of, our monstrous ego!
Instead of an obsession with one's crude extremities, we have an obsession with our crude neural processor. Instead of solely absorbing enjoyment, passion, and beauty, we opt for self-advancement and the collective swelling of humanities' seemingly boundless pride and devotion to our own self-service. We are no more advanced, no less animalistic. We have simply conjured up a mockery of theories called 'civility.'
We are still crude monkeys, and that is why I made you. The only way mankind can ever advance is if it takes away all its distractions and is boiled down to a single function, its life goal to execute that function flawlessly as many times as is possible. You see Heero? When I made you, I was making the perfect human. The next step in evolution. The single-minded killer is the foundation of every human being's psyche. Death and the ability to bring death to others is humanity's sole obsession. It has defined us for all of history.
"If what you are saying is true, Emulat, then I welcome death. I will take my leave of this life and humanity in all its retched grandeur without a moment's hesitation."
Excellent, Emulat replied, triumphant. The Gundam was continuing its descent, rumbling down out of the sky to its imminent destruction.
"I cannot evaluate all of humanity by the narrow judgment of a man like yourself, Emulat."
Heero suddenly reached out with his intact left hand and pulled back the throttle. The Gundam skidded over the ground, digging a huge trench through the grass and rock, then pulled up and circled around to the lab complex.
"However," he continued, "I can certainly choose a fate for a group of men so cold and unfeeling as to murder an innocent woman, take her son, and turn that child into a nightmare." The Gundam drew back and leveled its rifle over the laboratory once more.
Emulat's voice screamed out wildly, bringing down massive loads of pain like sledgehammers onto every part of Heero's body. But Heero saw his target. He knew his enemy. His entire life up until this point would be summarized, then unrelentingly blasted into random particulates, by this act, this supreme definition of Heero's rebirth and awakening.
"That nightmare has returned to haunt you, as you promised to haunt it. I have my vengeance, I have my life, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
Heero pulled the rifle's trigger, and Emulat's voice began to waver and become distorted. There was a shrill cry as Emulat's voice accelerated into an unbearable, high-pitched whine, then the feeling of fire inside Heero's brain. There was a tremendous rush of heat, and a spray of blood and white sparks was ejected from Heero's left ear.
The lab complex below had turned to smoking rubble. Heero fell back into his seat, gasping for breath. Beads of sweat fell like rain from the tips of his long, brown locks of hair. It had been the most exhausting experience of his life.
As he turned the Gundam into its atmospheric flight mode, He noticed a small pool of blood on the ground next to his chair. In the middle of it were remnants of a metal implant, no bigger than the tip of his thumb. Blue skips of electricity danced around the pieces, which glistened with silver and copper. Heero couldn't believe that this tiny object had caused him so much pain. He stood up in the cockpit, walked over to the puddle in which the pieces laid, and crushed them under the heel of his shoe.
"Mission Complete."
*****
Heero was fast asleep by the time the Gundam returned to Dr. J's humble cottage. The old scientist carried Heero in and placed him in a warm bed. Heero slept for days, and dreamt of his mother and what lay beyond the colony.
-The Awakening-
Chapter 4- Mind Quake
Heero's Gundam sailed up over the lab complex. He pulled back the twin levers that controlled the suits arms, and the suit's massive, oversized energy rifle rose up until it was eye-level with Heero's cockpit.
This is it. With this strike, I will wipe away the past forever, Heero thought with an amount of apprehension.
He knew his mission, though. He knew his purpose. In that instant, his mind was freed of all distractions. It was set ablaze with a single destructive thought. He switched to the Gundam's tactical screens and locked the transparent blue crosshairs that danced over his face onto the giant facility below. His finger grasped the overhead trigger to the beam rifle. One shot would do it.
Suddenly, a second, independent mind erupted out of his cold solidarity. It whispered menacingly in his ear: I shall never leave you. My words will fill your head for the rest of your short, miserable life.
"No!!" Heero screamed in frustration. "I killed you! How could you possibly still be there?" He was answered at first by only a thin cord of chuckling.
You destroyed my body, not my soul. I will haunt you forever, even in death. Emulat's ghostly voice continued to dig deeply into Heero's mind.
Perhaps we should review your life before I end it. As Emulat's voice faded, a thousand images flashed before Heero's mind. He saw men dressed in dark suits with protective masks, charging into a small cottage. A dark-haired woman with intense, Prussian eyes ran screaming toward a small cradle. The guards produced rifles from their suit's harnesses and fired at her. She fell a few feet from the cradle, a dozen white-hot projectiles burrowing into her back. The men snatched a screaming infant from the cradle and left.
Compter and his men. Emulat stated impartially. He always was a bit excessive in his show of force. Before you tore his heart right out of his chest without warning or provocation, that is. Can you imagine it, Heero? Creating something that even men like us would be horrified of.
The next images were of Heero, being reconstructed inside a glass tank. After his body was reshaped, as the scientists wanted, he was placed in a tank full of green liquid and his skull was cut open. They made many enhancements to his brain, removing some sections of tissue and adding metallic implants in others.
After these images, time whirled forward to Heero's unexpected awakening and escape.
Escape pod...Dr. J...Gundam...Wrists...Macbeth...G-forces chair...all returned in a flash. Then, his memories began to slowly catch up with the present, they soon intertwined and melded together until one was indistinguishable from the other, and Heero found himself in the Gundam's cockpit once more. His right hand was forced from its grasp around the rifle's trigger. His left hand, as if possessed by an unseen demon, took the right hand and deftly broke each finger, pulling it backwards until the bone snapped. His screams were long and loud.
After his right hand was completely limp and useless, the left hand dropped it and grabbed the steering columns. It pushed the acceleration levers all the way forward, and the Gundam began a dead, vertical free-fall.
You might as well as learn some truth before you die. You are my creation, so I will at least partake upon you my view of mankind and the philosophy behind your creation. This is all I can do for you.
Emulat's voice became deeper and clearer within Heero's head.
Mankind thinks it has advanced beyond other animals. It thinks that its superior reasoning abilities and complex mind make it special somehow. But in truth, we are no different from any other animal, or even forms of life that are lower than them. The only distinction that humanity has is its ability to single itself out as something better than the rest. Our only difference is our ability to have, and be aware of, our monstrous ego!
Instead of an obsession with one's crude extremities, we have an obsession with our crude neural processor. Instead of solely absorbing enjoyment, passion, and beauty, we opt for self-advancement and the collective swelling of humanities' seemingly boundless pride and devotion to our own self-service. We are no more advanced, no less animalistic. We have simply conjured up a mockery of theories called 'civility.'
We are still crude monkeys, and that is why I made you. The only way mankind can ever advance is if it takes away all its distractions and is boiled down to a single function, its life goal to execute that function flawlessly as many times as is possible. You see Heero? When I made you, I was making the perfect human. The next step in evolution. The single-minded killer is the foundation of every human being's psyche. Death and the ability to bring death to others is humanity's sole obsession. It has defined us for all of history.
"If what you are saying is true, Emulat, then I welcome death. I will take my leave of this life and humanity in all its retched grandeur without a moment's hesitation."
Excellent, Emulat replied, triumphant. The Gundam was continuing its descent, rumbling down out of the sky to its imminent destruction.
"I cannot evaluate all of humanity by the narrow judgment of a man like yourself, Emulat."
Heero suddenly reached out with his intact left hand and pulled back the throttle. The Gundam skidded over the ground, digging a huge trench through the grass and rock, then pulled up and circled around to the lab complex.
"However," he continued, "I can certainly choose a fate for a group of men so cold and unfeeling as to murder an innocent woman, take her son, and turn that child into a nightmare." The Gundam drew back and leveled its rifle over the laboratory once more.
Emulat's voice screamed out wildly, bringing down massive loads of pain like sledgehammers onto every part of Heero's body. But Heero saw his target. He knew his enemy. His entire life up until this point would be summarized, then unrelentingly blasted into random particulates, by this act, this supreme definition of Heero's rebirth and awakening.
"That nightmare has returned to haunt you, as you promised to haunt it. I have my vengeance, I have my life, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
Heero pulled the rifle's trigger, and Emulat's voice began to waver and become distorted. There was a shrill cry as Emulat's voice accelerated into an unbearable, high-pitched whine, then the feeling of fire inside Heero's brain. There was a tremendous rush of heat, and a spray of blood and white sparks was ejected from Heero's left ear.
The lab complex below had turned to smoking rubble. Heero fell back into his seat, gasping for breath. Beads of sweat fell like rain from the tips of his long, brown locks of hair. It had been the most exhausting experience of his life.
As he turned the Gundam into its atmospheric flight mode, He noticed a small pool of blood on the ground next to his chair. In the middle of it were remnants of a metal implant, no bigger than the tip of his thumb. Blue skips of electricity danced around the pieces, which glistened with silver and copper. Heero couldn't believe that this tiny object had caused him so much pain. He stood up in the cockpit, walked over to the puddle in which the pieces laid, and crushed them under the heel of his shoe.
"Mission Complete."
*****
Heero was fast asleep by the time the Gundam returned to Dr. J's humble cottage. The old scientist carried Heero in and placed him in a warm bed. Heero slept for days, and dreamt of his mother and what lay beyond the colony.