The Yang Neumann Story
A fanfic By
Matthew Sharpe

For Mrs. Sharon Apple
(Of course)
Chapter 1
Introduction

On the New Edwards Air Base, two men sat at a desk in a small dimly lit room. The room was about fifteen square feet. The room had three white walls, with the forth being a darkly tinted double-paned window. The walls were filled with awards and pins. Newspaper clippings covered a bulletin board just to the left of the door. The clippings were filled with stories of heroics and honors. The desk was situated just in front of the window, covered with papers and folders titled Super Nova. The only light was from a white fluorescent lamp clamped to the edge of the desk. The trashcan just to the left of the desk was overflowing onto the floor with papers. The floor was greenish with a thin pile. It felt like Astroturf and smelled of mildewed water. A rug was centered just in front of the desk with the emblem of UN Spacy imprinted on it. On top of the rug sat two very plain black doctor office chairs. Opposite of the chairs was a more comfortable leather swivel chair on rollers. The ceiling fan turned lightly blowing cool air from a vent just above the fan. The air was heavy and rain pattered on the window. The room was lit temporarily as lightning struck in the distance, followed by the slow low rumble of thunder gently rolling by.
The man sitting behind the desk in the swivel chair was Colonel Millard Johnson. He wore black, well polished high boots. His pants were white and ironed to perfection, with creases sharp as the edge of a knife. His black belt was wrapped tightly around his waist with its buckle shining brightly under the white light. His white shirt was tucked into his pants with the appropriate markings on the shoulder showing his rank. He wore a gold watch on his left arm and his wedding ring on his right hand. His head seemed much bigger then the rest of his body. He wore his hair in a regulatory air force fashion, the crew cut. His eyes pierced through many people behind the safety of his glasses. The look of authority was deep in his eyes. His nose was slightly large and a mustache rested on his upper lip. His lips were somewhat puffy making him look as if he stole them from Angelina Jolie. He was fifty-two years old and was brought up in a military family. He knew of discipline, his father taught him almost everything he knew. He moved up fast in the air force, easily becoming a pilot before his twenty-fifth birthday. Unfortunately, he was confined to a desk after an accident ripped his right leg off during a battle in the deep of space. He had a prosthetic leg, which he easily learned to live with; however, the air force would not allow him fly again.
The other man was actually nothing more then a boy. He was sixteen and his name.... Yang Neumann. He was extremely scrawny and he never quite matched. He wore white athletic shoes with no socks. His shorts were of a Hawaiian nature stopping just below the knees. His shirt, a lightly colored blue with the words "Sharon Apple" printed on the front, was loosely tucked into the shorts. He was always wearing a long white lab coat that nearly reached his ankles and the pockets were filled with calculating devices, rulers, pencils and such. He was the average nerd to most people. His hair was a dirty blonde and thrown about every which way. His eyes reflected nothing but genius behind a pair of hexagonally shaped glasses. His nose protruded out from the glasses like a beacon and his lips were curled in a devilish grin.
"Sir...if we do not get another pilot, we are going to have to forfeit the project", spoke Yang in a high frantic note.
"Don't worry Yang, we will have a pilot for you by tomorrow. I already have word on him and here is his file. His name is Isamu Alvin Dyson. He was the only one available at the time with the specifications you requested", the Colonel got up and walked to the window, looking out into the rain.
Yang began scanning the report noticing the disturbing behavior the pilot possessed. "This man will be nothing but trouble. Have you read this?"
"Yes and yet he is your only choice. Yes, it is true.... He is wild and somewhat reckless. That is why he is being brought here. This is his last chance and if he does not get it together then he is gone. I do not think he is willing to leave his life of flying.", the Colonel spoke with words that yelled for attention.
"If you say so sir, but please don't forget that we can not afford to lose another pilot. We do not have that sort of time. The project will end soon and..."
"That's the way the system works!" yelled the Colonel, cutting Yang off in mid-sentence.
The project to which they were referring to was the Super Nova Project. The project was designed to find a replacement for the VF-11 Thunderbolt, the current jet that led into space battles. The jet was outdated and something new and fresh was needed for the air force. Two teams would compete to see whose design would win the funding for the project. Yang was the design chief for one of the companies called Shinsie Industries. His knowledge of jets put him onto the team. He was a genius with mathematical calculations and spent his entire life on developing the teams' jet. The jet was known as the YF-19 AVF. This was a prototype jet that could basically transform into different forms of itself. The first stage was known just as the jet, with the same basic structure of any jet. The second stage would transform it into what was called the Gerwalk mode. This mode was accomplished by slinging the boosters under the jet allowing "legs" to sprout and the wings to contract and form arm like protrusion. The third stage was the soldier stage. This stage took the Gerwalk mode and just modified it into a standing robot. The nose cone was hinged and slid down as a chest whereas boosters would shoot the aircraft into a vertical position. The boosters remained downward creating the "legs" still with the wings being the arms as well. The other team had a jet similar to theirs. It was the YF-21 AVF. It mirrored their jet, transformation wise with little differences. The main difference was that the YF-21 was a mind-controlled aircraft. General Galaxy was the manufacturer of the jet, with its Chief Engineer being Guld Goa Bowman.
Millard walked back to the desk, after a pause he dismissed Yang telling him to be ready for the pilots arrival the next day. Yang walked out into the hallway and down toward the elevator. He kept thinking to himself about how close they had come to finishing the project, only to be cut short by the freak accidents that occurred with pilots. The YF-19 team had already lost seven pilots and one more wouldn't mean anything to him. He just wanted to finish the project. As he left the Headquarters building, the rain stopped leaving the air hanging with immense heat that the desert produced. He got into his car and drove off toward the barracks. Upon arrival at the barracks, he went straight to his room where he started his nightly ritual. First, he took a long luke warm shower, allowing the water to roll off his body as the stress was almost magically lifted. After briskly drying himself off, threw on a pair of scrubs for the evening. He usually liked something comfortable and loose. With a towel around his neck, Yang went and sat in front of his computer. The only light came from the many computer screens flickering around in the messy room. Pictures of women were on a few of the screens, while others had computer source code and decryption devices. Yang was known as being a hacker. Yang studied programming languages of all sorts in High School. His other ambition in life, besides the YF-19, was to hack into the Macross Consortium and steal Sharon Apple.
The Macross Consortium is a group of people who work for the government. They try to develop new computer systems. Their newest project consisted of an Artificial Intelligence system. A subsidiary of the group, known as the Sharon Apple team, was set up to test their new system. The system was turned into a virtual idol known as Sharon Apple. Yang knew Sharon well. He had stolen many parts of her program but was lacking the most important part, her emotions. Sharon Apple was a singer, whose songs came from her emotions. Sharon was completely unpredictable in her music because of this. No one knew what Sharon was thinking, all they had to do was start her up and let her be. The A.I. unit in Sharon did everything else for them. Her music created a hypnotic trance to her fans. Sharon had a countless number of fans spanning the galaxy. Yang sat down at the computer, desperately seeking the emotion program. He had come so close so many times, yet he had no idea what he was up against. Sharon Apple was the most advanced type of Artificial Intelligence to date. He typed for four hours straight, going around firewalls and other security devices, to try and find her. She was his other obsession. He thought to himself how he would be able to witness her in person soon, seeing she was coming to do a concert on their little planet.
"Ahhh, soon my dear we shall see what you can really do. I will do the almost impossible. You will be violated." Yang knew he could easily hack into the program at the concert. He continued typing and searching only to end up falling asleep on the keyboard. Soon Yang was surrounded by the darkness of sleep with dreams of his success floating in his head.