Chapter 3
The Misc. Forum Café, one week later...
Pkmatrix takes another sip of his cappucino and takes a look at the newspaper he just bought. In bold letters on the front page are the words: 'Moderators Put Down Attempted Coup'. This had been big news in the UBB for about a week now, how the Preventer organization had tried to overthrow the Moderators for some unknown reason. Pkmatrix, though, is sick of this story.
"Of course they make the coup a front page story, even though its old news by now, and don't even bother to print my reports on the internal structure of the internet!" he complains silently. Despite being a well-known data analyst for UBB Research Center, no pays any attention to him. Suddenly, Pkmatrix feels someone tap on his shoulder.
"May I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Matrix?" he can hear a voice ask. Pkmatrix turns to look at the tall young man, about 17, wearing a black trenchcoat and dark sunglasses.
"Hey...who are you? I've never seen you before," asks Pkmatrix.
"I believe you have," replies the mysterious member.
"Huh?" says Pkmatrix, confused by this man's answer. The mysterious member smiles at Pkmatrix's confusion.
"I have a business proposition for you..." replies the mysterious member, extending his hand, "...partner?"
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UBB Research Center...
Preventer Agent's Reg is escorted down the hall into the office of the Research Center president: Red Comet. Besides being a major presence at Technology seminars around the UBB, Red Comet is also head of Research, having been appointed to that position by Mr. Simmons himself. As Reg walks into the room, he finds Red Comet looking over a report handed in by another Research Center staff member, Lord Satorious. He looks up and sees the clone, quickly remembering the favor that Stephen had asked of him.
"So you are the Reg clone?" asks Red Comet, standing up from his desk chair.
"Well...um...yeah," replies Reg, apparently a bit shy. Nothing like the real Reg, who wouldn't have waited so quietly for Red Comet to finish.
"Lord Maxwell was right, you do not act like real Reg," thinks Red Comet out loud as he looks over the red dinosaurian. Physically, this Reg looks exactly like the real Reg, from his fin-ear size to shade of red. They even have the same eyes.
"I do?" asks Reg, feeling a bit more comfortable now. He hadn't seen Preventer since the fight in the office, in fact, he's a bit confused as to why he wasn't sent to prison with his master.
"Yes, you do. In fact, if I didn't know beforehand I would've thought you were the real Reg," replies Red Comet, taking a siringe from a nearby drawer. As Red Comet moves closer to Reg, the creature takes a step back.
"What's that?" he asks, pointing at the siringe.
"Oh, I'm just going to take a little bit of blood. Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little bit," answers Red Comet as he extracts some blood from Reg's arm.
"I hate needles," says Reg, rubbing his arm. Red Comet walks over to the DNA analyzer and inserts the canister of blood. After activating the machine and typing in a few commands on the computer, the results of the scan are printed. Red Comet's eyes go wide at the results.
"According to this...you do NOT have the same DNA structure as the real Reg!" exclaims Red Comet.
"What does that mean?" asks Reg innocently, a bit confused at what Red Comet had said.
"This means you are not a clone of Reg...on a physical level you are identical to Reg, but on the mental and genetic levels you are a totally different creature. I think my testing of the original Reg's DNA may have fouled it up somehow since your DNA seems to be flawless," explains Red Comet, then a thought comes to his mind, "Have you ever met the original Reg?"
"No...I haven't," replies Reg.
"Would you like to meet him?" asks Red Comet. Reg is floored by the question, he'd never even thought about it before. To him, he was the only him and that was that. But...to meet the real Reg...its like meeting his long-lost father. Slowly, Reg nods his head in aggreement. It is time to meet himself...to meet the true Reg.
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The Misc. Forum Café...
After shaking Pkmatrix's hand, the mysterious member sits down in the other chair. He moves his long blonde hair out of his face as Pkmatrix waits for his self-proclaimed 'partner' to explain.
"I'd like you to explain this 'business proposition' you have for me," says Pkmatrix, taking another sip of cappucino.
"I'm quite that you are familiar with the Omniuniversal Theory," he replies.
"Of course, the concept that anything we imagine happens in another universe," says Pkmatrix.
"Well, pertaining to that theory, I have found a way to prove it," replies the mysterious member with a smirk.
"What? How?" asks Pkmatrix excitedly. This sort of thing would be hailed as the find of the century, the ability to finally meet people who'd been deemed 'fictional'. The mysterious member places a small white card on the table and pushes it to Pkmatrix.
"Go to this address and I will reveal everything. Be sure to come alone, I only want you to see this," replies the mysterious member. He quickly stands up and walks off into the crowd, leaving Pkmatrix staring at the card and a question in his mind:
"Who was that guy?"
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GP Prison F...
"Let me out of here! I don't belong here! I will get you people for this!!" yells Preventer Agent from his cell, the only one filled in the maximum security bloc. The single guard, a tall and muscular man, walks over to the cell.
"Shut up or I'll inject you with sedative again!" yells the Guard. Not wanting to be injected again, Preventer walks over to the corner and sits there staring at the guard. Suddenly, a vent falls off and lands right in front of the Guard's desk.
"Huh?" says the Guard as he stands up to investigate. Without warning, he suddenly flies across the room and into a concrete wall.
"What the..." says Preventer Agent, standing up to get a better view. The room is totally quiet...and he can hear someone walking. The keys for the cell float into the lock and turn, opening the cell door. In the doorway, a figure slowly materializes, the mysterious member!
"Who are you?" asks Preventer Agent.
"I am here to offer a business proposition," replies the mysterious member.
"What kind of proposition?" asks Preventer with a smirk.
"One of which you will be most pleased. Here, put this on," he replies, handing Preventer an odd-looking vest. Preventer quickly puts it on and almost immediately becomes invisible.
"Amazing!" exclaims Preventer.
"Follow me, I'm sure you'll agree to the terms of the deal..." says the mysterious member as the two swiftly make their escape.
The Misc. Forum Café, one week later...
Pkmatrix takes another sip of his cappucino and takes a look at the newspaper he just bought. In bold letters on the front page are the words: 'Moderators Put Down Attempted Coup'. This had been big news in the UBB for about a week now, how the Preventer organization had tried to overthrow the Moderators for some unknown reason. Pkmatrix, though, is sick of this story.
"Of course they make the coup a front page story, even though its old news by now, and don't even bother to print my reports on the internal structure of the internet!" he complains silently. Despite being a well-known data analyst for UBB Research Center, no pays any attention to him. Suddenly, Pkmatrix feels someone tap on his shoulder.
"May I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Matrix?" he can hear a voice ask. Pkmatrix turns to look at the tall young man, about 17, wearing a black trenchcoat and dark sunglasses.
"Hey...who are you? I've never seen you before," asks Pkmatrix.
"I believe you have," replies the mysterious member.
"Huh?" says Pkmatrix, confused by this man's answer. The mysterious member smiles at Pkmatrix's confusion.
"I have a business proposition for you..." replies the mysterious member, extending his hand, "...partner?"
_______________________________________________________________________
UBB Research Center...
Preventer Agent's Reg is escorted down the hall into the office of the Research Center president: Red Comet. Besides being a major presence at Technology seminars around the UBB, Red Comet is also head of Research, having been appointed to that position by Mr. Simmons himself. As Reg walks into the room, he finds Red Comet looking over a report handed in by another Research Center staff member, Lord Satorious. He looks up and sees the clone, quickly remembering the favor that Stephen had asked of him.
"So you are the Reg clone?" asks Red Comet, standing up from his desk chair.
"Well...um...yeah," replies Reg, apparently a bit shy. Nothing like the real Reg, who wouldn't have waited so quietly for Red Comet to finish.
"Lord Maxwell was right, you do not act like real Reg," thinks Red Comet out loud as he looks over the red dinosaurian. Physically, this Reg looks exactly like the real Reg, from his fin-ear size to shade of red. They even have the same eyes.
"I do?" asks Reg, feeling a bit more comfortable now. He hadn't seen Preventer since the fight in the office, in fact, he's a bit confused as to why he wasn't sent to prison with his master.
"Yes, you do. In fact, if I didn't know beforehand I would've thought you were the real Reg," replies Red Comet, taking a siringe from a nearby drawer. As Red Comet moves closer to Reg, the creature takes a step back.
"What's that?" he asks, pointing at the siringe.
"Oh, I'm just going to take a little bit of blood. Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little bit," answers Red Comet as he extracts some blood from Reg's arm.
"I hate needles," says Reg, rubbing his arm. Red Comet walks over to the DNA analyzer and inserts the canister of blood. After activating the machine and typing in a few commands on the computer, the results of the scan are printed. Red Comet's eyes go wide at the results.
"According to this...you do NOT have the same DNA structure as the real Reg!" exclaims Red Comet.
"What does that mean?" asks Reg innocently, a bit confused at what Red Comet had said.
"This means you are not a clone of Reg...on a physical level you are identical to Reg, but on the mental and genetic levels you are a totally different creature. I think my testing of the original Reg's DNA may have fouled it up somehow since your DNA seems to be flawless," explains Red Comet, then a thought comes to his mind, "Have you ever met the original Reg?"
"No...I haven't," replies Reg.
"Would you like to meet him?" asks Red Comet. Reg is floored by the question, he'd never even thought about it before. To him, he was the only him and that was that. But...to meet the real Reg...its like meeting his long-lost father. Slowly, Reg nods his head in aggreement. It is time to meet himself...to meet the true Reg.
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The Misc. Forum Café...
After shaking Pkmatrix's hand, the mysterious member sits down in the other chair. He moves his long blonde hair out of his face as Pkmatrix waits for his self-proclaimed 'partner' to explain.
"I'd like you to explain this 'business proposition' you have for me," says Pkmatrix, taking another sip of cappucino.
"I'm quite that you are familiar with the Omniuniversal Theory," he replies.
"Of course, the concept that anything we imagine happens in another universe," says Pkmatrix.
"Well, pertaining to that theory, I have found a way to prove it," replies the mysterious member with a smirk.
"What? How?" asks Pkmatrix excitedly. This sort of thing would be hailed as the find of the century, the ability to finally meet people who'd been deemed 'fictional'. The mysterious member places a small white card on the table and pushes it to Pkmatrix.
"Go to this address and I will reveal everything. Be sure to come alone, I only want you to see this," replies the mysterious member. He quickly stands up and walks off into the crowd, leaving Pkmatrix staring at the card and a question in his mind:
"Who was that guy?"
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GP Prison F...
"Let me out of here! I don't belong here! I will get you people for this!!" yells Preventer Agent from his cell, the only one filled in the maximum security bloc. The single guard, a tall and muscular man, walks over to the cell.
"Shut up or I'll inject you with sedative again!" yells the Guard. Not wanting to be injected again, Preventer walks over to the corner and sits there staring at the guard. Suddenly, a vent falls off and lands right in front of the Guard's desk.
"Huh?" says the Guard as he stands up to investigate. Without warning, he suddenly flies across the room and into a concrete wall.
"What the..." says Preventer Agent, standing up to get a better view. The room is totally quiet...and he can hear someone walking. The keys for the cell float into the lock and turn, opening the cell door. In the doorway, a figure slowly materializes, the mysterious member!
"Who are you?" asks Preventer Agent.
"I am here to offer a business proposition," replies the mysterious member.
"What kind of proposition?" asks Preventer with a smirk.
"One of which you will be most pleased. Here, put this on," he replies, handing Preventer an odd-looking vest. Preventer quickly puts it on and almost immediately becomes invisible.
"Amazing!" exclaims Preventer.
"Follow me, I'm sure you'll agree to the terms of the deal..." says the mysterious member as the two swiftly make their escape.