The Robotnik Complex
Epilogue
Date: March 4, 4583 Brian stood in the rear of a large reception hall in upper Mobotropolis. Reconstruction was complete, and all Robians had been derobotisized. He slowly walked forward, his metallic arms covered by the suit he wore. He was stopped by Tails, who was dressed in a tuexedo, he was with Amy, now his wife. "Hey Brian, we're going to leave. Do you need a ride back out to Knothole?" Brian shook his head softly, his hair tumbling down in front of his face. "I brought my hoversled, but thanks. I'm gonna leave soon too. I just want to say bye to Sally and Sonic." Tails and Amy nodded and walked out. Brian continued through the almost now empty room. 'Hard to believe it was filled just an hour ago.' Brian thought to himself as he walked toward Sonic and Sally, who were talking to Alexander Lieber, the president of the Terran Confereration. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bunnie helping her date for the evening, Antoine, out to their car. 'Someone had a bit too much to drink.' Brian thought as the group of three turned toward him. "Good evening, Princess, Sonic, Mr. President." Brian was about to continue when Alex grabbed his hand and slapped him on the back, shaking his hand with exuberance. "Brian, I have heard a lot about you! It's thrill to finally meet you in person!" "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. President. It is because of you that our efforts at reconstruction are possisable." Sally smiled at him. "But you started it all, Brian. You should remember that." Brian shook his head. "No, I just gave a boost to the inevitable." Sally shrugged. "Who knows. History dosn't repeat, but it often rhymes." They all laughed. "Well princess, I just wanted to wish you and your company good night." Brian turned and began to walk away. He hated being here, and he wanted to leave the building as quickly as posisable. He reached the door, pushed it open, and stepped out into the cool night air. Behind him, Sonic shook his head and laughed. Alex looked at him. "What's so funny, Sonic? "Brian. He'll never learn to relax." Sally looked at him oddly. "What do you mean? "He was carrying a gun, I saw it when he turned."
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Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Nails. He pulled one out and lit it, inhailing deeply. He was nervous, for some reason, and the cigarette made him feel better. 'Jesus, you shouldn't feel nervous. You have a bank account to make Bill Gates blush. You have good friends, and the military is interested in the craft you designed.' Brian looked up into the sky, full of stars. After a few minutes, he was able to fine earth. As always, looking at his home world filled him with a mixture of pride and sadness. He knew he could never go back. 'And even if you did, what would you find? A few bacteria, maybe a small animal? It's out of your reach forever, and you know it. You just can't admit it yet...' Suddenly, he didn't want to go back to Knothole. He wanted to...what? Fill himself with terror? Dance in the street? What did he want? Brian closed his eyes and looked toward the ground. He tilted his head up toward his home and opened his eyes. Green streaks of energy flowed across his eye. A second later, he lifted off, heading toward the sky, heading toward a inner peace with himself only he could fine. He was looking for his past. He was looking for where he really belonged. He was looking for home.
Flesh into gear My self appears Disected and pretensious A simple sound A heavy sigh You'll win the whole world over You'll live in fear of being someone you didn't want to You'll realize you insecurities will get the best of you
The End
Date: March 4, 4583 Brian stood in the rear of a large reception hall in upper Mobotropolis. Reconstruction was complete, and all Robians had been derobotisized. He slowly walked forward, his metallic arms covered by the suit he wore. He was stopped by Tails, who was dressed in a tuexedo, he was with Amy, now his wife. "Hey Brian, we're going to leave. Do you need a ride back out to Knothole?" Brian shook his head softly, his hair tumbling down in front of his face. "I brought my hoversled, but thanks. I'm gonna leave soon too. I just want to say bye to Sally and Sonic." Tails and Amy nodded and walked out. Brian continued through the almost now empty room. 'Hard to believe it was filled just an hour ago.' Brian thought to himself as he walked toward Sonic and Sally, who were talking to Alexander Lieber, the president of the Terran Confereration. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bunnie helping her date for the evening, Antoine, out to their car. 'Someone had a bit too much to drink.' Brian thought as the group of three turned toward him. "Good evening, Princess, Sonic, Mr. President." Brian was about to continue when Alex grabbed his hand and slapped him on the back, shaking his hand with exuberance. "Brian, I have heard a lot about you! It's thrill to finally meet you in person!" "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. President. It is because of you that our efforts at reconstruction are possisable." Sally smiled at him. "But you started it all, Brian. You should remember that." Brian shook his head. "No, I just gave a boost to the inevitable." Sally shrugged. "Who knows. History dosn't repeat, but it often rhymes." They all laughed. "Well princess, I just wanted to wish you and your company good night." Brian turned and began to walk away. He hated being here, and he wanted to leave the building as quickly as posisable. He reached the door, pushed it open, and stepped out into the cool night air. Behind him, Sonic shook his head and laughed. Alex looked at him. "What's so funny, Sonic? "Brian. He'll never learn to relax." Sally looked at him oddly. "What do you mean? "He was carrying a gun, I saw it when he turned."
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Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Nails. He pulled one out and lit it, inhailing deeply. He was nervous, for some reason, and the cigarette made him feel better. 'Jesus, you shouldn't feel nervous. You have a bank account to make Bill Gates blush. You have good friends, and the military is interested in the craft you designed.' Brian looked up into the sky, full of stars. After a few minutes, he was able to fine earth. As always, looking at his home world filled him with a mixture of pride and sadness. He knew he could never go back. 'And even if you did, what would you find? A few bacteria, maybe a small animal? It's out of your reach forever, and you know it. You just can't admit it yet...' Suddenly, he didn't want to go back to Knothole. He wanted to...what? Fill himself with terror? Dance in the street? What did he want? Brian closed his eyes and looked toward the ground. He tilted his head up toward his home and opened his eyes. Green streaks of energy flowed across his eye. A second later, he lifted off, heading toward the sky, heading toward a inner peace with himself only he could fine. He was looking for his past. He was looking for where he really belonged. He was looking for home.
Flesh into gear My self appears Disected and pretensious A simple sound A heavy sigh You'll win the whole world over You'll live in fear of being someone you didn't want to You'll realize you insecurities will get the best of you
The End