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Slusher's Story
I'm so glad I didn't perish…..
The last few years have been very crazy for my sister and I. The Sigma Virus had taken a hold of my consciousness and I became crazy as a loon. It's almost funny. I was a reploid working in a meat freezer one day, then a bloodthirsty maverick the next! I was created to work in cold districts along with my sister, Slushie. When she found that I had became a maverick, Slushie almost took her life. You see, up till the end of the wars, once you went maverick, there was almost no way of going back, and she didn't want to see me in such a way. But I was saved by her…….the Mother Elf! I'll never forget that moment. One second, hatred, fear, and contempt for all consumed every circuit of my body. Then she poured her light into me, giving me my sanity back. I could have ended up at the end of a maverick hunter's gun, but thanks to the Mother Elf, I had to worry no longer. Afterwards, Slushie and I thought our troubles were over, but the darkness was just beginning to spread.
Someone reprogrammed the Mother Elf and chaos erupted into a fever pitch. She created horrible destruction wherever she went. I found refuge in a place called Alba Plateau. Many found there way to this place that was beyond the reach of the war. Slushie and I stayed there till the killing was brought to an end by X and Zero, two legendary maverick hunters. Now we work peacefully in Neo Arcadia, the place where the Elf Wars began. This city is the center of the world now! It's hard to believe this was ground zero for the cyber elf fiasco. Slushie opened up an ice cream stand a block away from our apartment near a park. She was always the best at making frozen desserts.
I can never seem to escape my horrible years as a maverick. All the people and reploids I hurt. I tried to have those memories wiped from my data banks, but you know how that goes. You can never really erase bad memories completely. Now fragments of those nightmares float in the back of my mind, arising at the worst times. I still haven't found a job. The government has a list of all registered reploids, and it says whether they were maverick at one point. The fact that I killed dozens of people isn't good on a resume. People have anti-discrimination laws in effect, so why don't the reploids? It only opens old wounds when an employer asks me about my murderous history. I'll close my eyes and remember the frozen blood stains on my hands. They never seem to go away.
Kai's Story
My first few days at the factory were great! All the people and reploids were so nice. I was assigned to work in assembly sector 2-A with a guy named Benny. He's in his 70's, but refuses to retire. Benny says there's no need in retiring unless you can't work anymore, and that there's still plenty of work left in him. He's a good guy, if you're a human. He hates reploids! Whenever you mention them he'll go off on how they have no soul and no business living among us. How weird is that? I figured he was the only one, but when I met some of the other people in the factory, I found that they shared many of the same feelings as Benny did. Not all of them hated reploids though. Some were just afraid of them. I suppose I can see where they're coming from. The Maverick Wars did leave a bad taste in the mouths of humans, but they're over right? What is there to worry about?
Anyway, during lunch break I met one of the production managers at the factory. Her name is Arianne. I was walking through the lunch line and I had just picked up my tray of food when I realized there was no barbecue sauce on my plate. I turned around too quickly and collided right into Arianne's new business threads. It was a huge mess of potatoes and soup. I told her sorry and got some napkins to help clean up. She yelled at me and said I should just go away. Benny was laughing it up when I returned to the lunch table. Oh well, I never was very smooth when it came to the ladies. Arianne had the worst scowl on her face when she left the room with food all over her clothes. I had to admit it was sorta funny. After my shift ended I walked over to the pre-production plant where Karos works. He has to help with the incoming shipments of materials we use in the factory. With all the anti-reploid sentiment going around the assembly sector, I wondered if he had heard about any of it at his end. Karos said he worked mostly with reploids, but there were a few humans there as well. I asked if he had any problems and Karos told me no. I guess I just got stuck working with a bunch of anti-reploid eccentrics.