ProtoMan whistled his trademark tune as he swung into Dr. Light's
'private' lab through the window. He smirked as he walked through his
'secret lair'. Nobody but he, Dr. light and perhaps Dr. Wily, if he could
remember, knew this place existed, and Dr. Light had no idea ProtoMan was
hiding right under his nose.
He let his gaze hover over the table he was 'born' on. It evoked several memories, however some weren't all that pleasant. Letting his sight wander, it came to rest on X. ProtoMan smiled in wonder at the marvelous machine once more. But of course, he corrected himself, this X was much more then a machine. And with this advancement, Dr. Light was taking all the necessary precautions. He was no longer an enthusiastic young man who would show the world a new, nearly humanoid AI with no warning, making them feel that they were in danger, so much so that they.. ProtoMan sighed. That was all in the past, and nothing could be done about it.
A small twinge within his core jerked him from his thoughts. He winced as he remembered that particular problem. The corruption in his energy core. If it wasn't taken care of, it would probably kill him. But when Dr. Light had detected it, and offered to fix it, he had declined. As amazing as his artificial intelligence was, he could still be reprogrammed, to think and feel different things.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Dr. Light, but the temptation might be too much. What if he decided he'd like ProtoMan to be just a little bit less aloof, and tweaked a small part of his programming? He probably wouldn't even notice as he started to hang around more and become more sociable. Or, more likely, what if the good doctor decided to take just a peak at his memories, to know what happened to him while he was gone? There were secrets that he didn't want anybody to know, not even Dr. Light. ProtoMan shuddered once more at how easily he could lose himself and become someone else.
With a smile he gazed at X, suspended in his capsule and half-finished. This new robot wouldn't have those problems. It might be possible to reprogram him, maybe, but it would be as hard to do as it would be to a normal human being. It wouldn't take a simple opening of the outer shell and manipulation of some electrons; it would take months and years of careful suggestions and propaganda. And with a weapon like X had, ProtoMan doubted anyone could hold him that long.
ProtoMan sighed as he went about his usual business, grabbing a few energy pellets, just enough not to be noticed. He was sure Dr. Light wouldn't mind even if he did know. He froze for a second as he felt his insides twinge again. This was going to get annoying.
AN: I'm using some stuff from the MegaMan arcade games here, but if you haven't played them, it shouldn't matter. Go to the next chapter.
He let his gaze hover over the table he was 'born' on. It evoked several memories, however some weren't all that pleasant. Letting his sight wander, it came to rest on X. ProtoMan smiled in wonder at the marvelous machine once more. But of course, he corrected himself, this X was much more then a machine. And with this advancement, Dr. Light was taking all the necessary precautions. He was no longer an enthusiastic young man who would show the world a new, nearly humanoid AI with no warning, making them feel that they were in danger, so much so that they.. ProtoMan sighed. That was all in the past, and nothing could be done about it.
A small twinge within his core jerked him from his thoughts. He winced as he remembered that particular problem. The corruption in his energy core. If it wasn't taken care of, it would probably kill him. But when Dr. Light had detected it, and offered to fix it, he had declined. As amazing as his artificial intelligence was, he could still be reprogrammed, to think and feel different things.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Dr. Light, but the temptation might be too much. What if he decided he'd like ProtoMan to be just a little bit less aloof, and tweaked a small part of his programming? He probably wouldn't even notice as he started to hang around more and become more sociable. Or, more likely, what if the good doctor decided to take just a peak at his memories, to know what happened to him while he was gone? There were secrets that he didn't want anybody to know, not even Dr. Light. ProtoMan shuddered once more at how easily he could lose himself and become someone else.
With a smile he gazed at X, suspended in his capsule and half-finished. This new robot wouldn't have those problems. It might be possible to reprogram him, maybe, but it would be as hard to do as it would be to a normal human being. It wouldn't take a simple opening of the outer shell and manipulation of some electrons; it would take months and years of careful suggestions and propaganda. And with a weapon like X had, ProtoMan doubted anyone could hold him that long.
ProtoMan sighed as he went about his usual business, grabbing a few energy pellets, just enough not to be noticed. He was sure Dr. Light wouldn't mind even if he did know. He froze for a second as he felt his insides twinge again. This was going to get annoying.
AN: I'm using some stuff from the MegaMan arcade games here, but if you haven't played them, it shouldn't matter. Go to the next chapter.