Wheeness, and welcome to chapter four! After this chapter, we will have pretty much met all the major characters for this story. In this chapter, we meet three other cyborgs from Generation Three: 0037, 0049 and 0061! They were all made by my friends ((Julia, Joe and Rose, respectively)), and I don't own them…

Okay, and I'm REALLY sorry about not updating for like…forever. I had this crazy new idea after playing Kingdom Hearts and started writing like a mad person. So now I have an original story called Shattered Rainbow going. But I don't think that unless you go to school with me that you'll ever see it. If I get enough requests…yeah, I might post it on Yes, but it is a very fun story…very fun…seven islands, broken apart, barrier between darkness and light broken, all hopes fading into black…SO SEE IF YOU CAN GET ME TO POST IT!

And no, Ra, 0015 was not raped…or at least I hope not… O.o Oh, and in this chapter, we look a lot at what Scarl's four kiddies are up to. Next chapter is a rollicking chapter for all of you who wanted a pairing. So just deal, and we'll watch the idiots have their turn this time.

Well then, it's off to….!

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D.S. al Coda

Chapter Four: Allegro

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"Damn, they got all the bombs," Andrew muttered, watching from a hidden camera that was placed inside the Dolphin. "But will they be ready for our next little surprise?"

Two girls and a guy walked in from a door. One of the girls was very tall with purple streaks in her short brown hair, and the other was a little shorter with light brown hair and a lone band of light blue dye running down the left side of her long hair. The boy was as tall as the shorter girl was, and his hair was dark brown (almost black) with red streaks. The trio wore the blue and gold uniform.

"I trust you know what we want you to do?" Andrew asked. The boy smiled.

"If we didn't, would we be here?" The boy asked. The shorter girl laughed.

"So which is it that we're going with," The shorter girl asked, "Alpha or Omega? 0049 makes it sound more like Omega, but whatever is fine with me."

"Just go with Omega," The tall girl said. "0037, please make sure you get there in one piece this time. 0049, be sure to actually attack this time."

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"I'm watching you, bastard…" A voice that sounded suspiciously like 0021 said. 002 closed his eyes and sighed deeply. 0021 had been floating around ever since they had finished collecting the bombs. She'd also taken up stalking 009 around and trapping people in the bathroom.

Of course, not everyone was acting like 0021. 0043 was sulking around, wondering what kind of suicide to use. 0015 was practicing her sword techniques and other moves, while 0017 was…

"Why the hell are you cleaning?" 002 demanded, nearly tearing his hair out. 0017 had a vacuum cleaner in one hand and a feather duster in the other. She stopped.

"Because it's a wreck, and I can't live like this." 0017 responded. 0021 kicked 002 from her position in mid-air.

"Hey you three!" 004 called. 0021 floated to the control room.

"Well…WHAT THE HELL? WHO KILLED THAT DUDE?" 0021 shrieked.

There was a guy, floating on the surface of the water. The surprise did not end there, oh no it didn't. He was wearing a gold scarf and a blue shirt and pants. He suddenly jerked his head up.

"WOOOW! HE'S NOT DEAD!" 0021 cried. 002 shook his head. 0042 swam up from underwater to look at the alleged 'dead guy'.

(0021, is this one of your friends?) 0042 demanded, leaping up from the water to stand on the Dolphin.

(No. I've never seen him before in my life.) 0021 replied. (Taste the rainbow: eat fucking crayons!)

"0021, where the hell did that come from?" 002 asked. 0021 laughed.

"No clue. Maybe it's because you're a rainbow and you're jealous!" 0021 exclaimed.

The guy jumped up next to 0042. He was about her height, and his dark hair was streaked with red. Except for being slightly damp, he perfectly modeled a cyborg. 0042 frowned a little.

"Coming through!" 0021 exclaimed, crushing the window outward to stand with 0042 and the new guy. "Who are you?"

"My name is 0049," The guy said. "And I was sent to kill you!"

"Omega is going as planned," The taller girl said from a location near the Dolphin. "0037, be prepared to move in. 0049, accelerate!"

"I HEARD THAT!" 0017 exclaimed, jumping out of the Dolphin and pulling the tall girl up. "GET THE THIRD ONE!"

0015 pushed 0021 out of the way and entered acceleration mode. She wasn't the only one at that moment. There was a girl about 0049's height with long light brown hair, and a single streak of blue running down the left side. The girl laughed. She left acceleration mode and 0015 followed.

The three new cyborgs were now pooled on the front of the Dolphin, and were being held there by a fiery forcefield that 0016 had set up.

"Switch to Alpha, 0061," 0049 mumbled. The taller girl instantly (and evidently) clicked her acceleration switch and 0021 followed. She had an odd suspicion of who it was.

"Alpha, Omega…I know what this is!" 0034 exclaimed. "Those are BATTLE PLANS! 0021! GO FASTER!"

0021 couldn't hear. She grabbed 0061 on the shoulder and spun her around. 0021's round and happy blue-green eyes turned to absolute terror when she looked into the almond eyes she'd known since sixth grade.

"ROSE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ATTACKING?" 0021 screamed. 0061 smiled.

"I don't know you. I only know that I have to kill you." 0061 said. 0021 pressed her acceleration switch further to enter mach seven.

0049 and the other girl (who was most likely 0037) were still trapped. They knew how this was going to wind up. So they just sat in the forcefield to kill time.

"What do you suppose their powers are?" 0016 asked. "They're evidently part of our generation."

"Maybe they planted nukes in them," 0043 said, leaning against the forcefield. "You should also know that 0021 is pushing mach nine and racing 0061. Wait a second…"

0043 entered acceleration mode. She exited quickly.

"0021 isn't moving at mach nine any longer…" 0043 said. "She's going a strong mach eleven…

twelve…

thirteen…

fourteen…" 0043 said, her eyes widening. "SHE'LL KILL HERSELF!"

And 0043 drove herself as 0021 into mach nine, which was as fast as she was built to go.

0061 left acceleration mode and frowned. "Oh fuck, I can't go that fast. This is absolutely pointless. Plan Delta."

0037 and 0049 broke out with no problem. 0037 smiled and looped around to hide behind 004, while 0049 hid behind 0017. 0061 re-entered acceleration mode and found 0043 standing there.

"Well, what are you waiting for? The sakura trees to bloom?" 0043 asked. A gun came out from under her skirt and she fired at 0061 and began to run. 0061 fell for it and ran after. 0043 jumped out of acceleration mode. "0021 hasn't slowed down yet. And 004, look behind you."

004 turned to see 0037 smiling. 0037 held out her hands and a beam of white light shot from them. 004 ducked just in time for the blast to hit 0049.

"DAMN!" 0049 shouted, and thinking that it was 0017 who had done it, punched her. 0017 spun around and whacked him over the head with her hammer, then swatted him where it hurts with it. 0037 tossed her hair back and vanished.

"That isn't acceleration mode," 0050 said. "Quick, 0015, do something!"

"I'll do something," 0015 snarled. "HIKARU NO RYU!"

0037 shielded her eyes as a sword came clashing down to meet her chest. She fell hard and struggled to pull herself back up. She did, and was soon greeted by something completely random.

"Goodbye!" 0021 roared, shooting pistols in both hands. One of the bullets found its way to 0061 and sent her off, then did the same for the other two. After they were gone, 0021 sighed and sank back down into the Dolphin.

"Well, no use standing out here," 0014 said, "Let's go back in and do something interesting aside from kicking ass."

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"They're not going to be down for that long, are they?" Josephine demanded of Marco.

"Maybe," Marco snapped in response. "It's hard to say what happened. Either something triggered…" He paused, and grinned evilly. "Or they've finally matured."

Josephine surveyed the cyborgs. "Get Pierre, and I'll take Andrew with me to the meeting in an hour. Make sure that they're up and running or I'll have another punishment laid down like last time. Are we clear?"

"Of course," Marco replied. Josephine nodded curtly and exited. Under his breath, Marco uttered, "Fucking bitch."

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"She hasn't been out yet!" 006 complained. "And all this food is going to waste! If she's not out of there in ten minutes I'll give it to 002 instead!"

0021 was locked away in her room and would not answer when 0050 called for her to come out. 009 pushed himself away from the table and stood up to get her.

"I never said…" 006 began. 009 pushed the little Chinese man out of the way.

"006, just let it go," 0034 said, throwing her fork at him with precise aim. "It's pointless to argue with anyone here. They have their own set of rules and play by them. So why bother to try and change it?"

0017 picked up the force with her magnetism. "She's right, you know. And who cares, anyway? All we've ever had is Chinese crap."

009 walked into 0021 and 0017's room. 0021 was lying, seemingly asleep, on the bed on the left side of the small room. She was still in her jeans and shirt. 009 smiled and noticed that something was somewhat wrong. 0021's chest had remained still the entire time. He lifted her wrist up to check for a pulse.

But how was it possible? She looked exactly like she was asleep. He turned and saw 0043 leaning against the door.

"She turned herself off," 0043 said. "No, she's not dead. Aren't you lucky."

009 stood puzzled, still holding onto 0021. "Turned off? How do you…"

"Generation 3…all of us…were installed with on/off switches. They can be remotely accessed by the troupe of freaks or we can use them for ourselves. But we never knew where they were." 0043 replied. "You can carry her. I really don't feel like it."

"Tell 006 to give everything to 002," 009 said. 0043 glared back.

"Somehow, I get this odd feeling that because of her little stunt, we aren't going to have dinner tonight." 0043 said. Both went their separate ways.

"IT WAS THE EGG! EGG! HOW DOES A CHICKEN FALL FROM THE SKY, TELL ME THAT!" 0034 screamed.

"Whatever, it was the fucking egg." 0043 said coolly, drawing silence and attention. "As all of you know…we're equipped with power switches. No, 002, I did not say you. 0021 found hers somehow and turned herself off…so, does anyone know where hers is?"

0017 set off toward the infirmary, while everyone else sat in puzzlement. 0043 rolled her eyes.

"Okay. Whatever. Fine with me." 0043 said, breezing out.

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"I'm taking my best educated guess," 0017 said in a quiet voice. "But try the arch of her right foot."

009 pulled off 0021's sock and pressed where the arch was at its widest. He pressed harder, and there was no result. 0017 sighed.

"Move back," 0017 ordered. 009 stepped away. An electrical aura shot up around 0021, except for one location…right under her breasts, where her chest was becoming her stomach.

"Well, Prince Charming," 0017 giggled. "You wanna do it?"

He let a punch of enormous velocity fly down to where the switch was supposed to be.

"I think you hit it hard enough," 0017 remarked. 0021's eyes flashed open and she took a huge gulp of air and then several more of the same magnitude before taking short, shallow breaths.

"What in hell's name was that all about?" 0017 demanded.

(I was scared.) 0021 replied. She looked at them and sat herself up.

"But what were you scared of?" 009 asked.

(Myself.) 0021 said. 0017 and 009 wore identical confused looks. (0017, could you leave?)

"Sure," 0017 said, still confused.

(I'm sorry. I was just…terrified.) 0021 said after following 0017 ((with her eyes)) out the door. (I thought that everything had stopped, that I was the only thing alive any longer…)

"How fast were you going?" 009 asked, taking a seat. "0043 said that you were going faster than mach nine."

(Of course! I was going at mach thirty, which is an undiscovered speed. With the normal accelerator, at least everything moves. When you get to going that fast…nothing moves, pretty much. Maybe if I'd have stayed longer, I would have found it to be different, but I was getting faster every three seconds.) 0021 said, curling herself up into a ball.

"Then what are you afraid of? It's over, isn't it?" 009 asked.

(You don't understand,) 0021 said, a pleading look in her eyes. (I keep feeling like it's going to happen all over again. Every time I move, every time I breathe, every time I do anything…it feels like I'm going to hit the accelerator again and get that feeling. Even if I sleep, I think I'm going to press it and wake up in my own world.)

"But you virtually came out fine, right?" 009 asked. 0021 shook her head.

(I have cuts all over. My clothes are torn. What you're seeing right now is false.) 0021 answered, sighing. (I'll show you, if you want.)

009 opened his mouth to protest, but never really got the chance. 0021's skin was shedding like a dog's coat being shaved off. There were long cuts running up and down her arms and several black and blue marks surrounding them. Her shirt was in tatters, and her jeans weren't doing much better. The absolute worst was her face. A jagged cut split her nose in two, several shallow cuts raced across her round cheeks, the earrings on her ears were dangling broken, and her forehead was marked with a horrible, swollen black and blue mark.

"What did I tell you?" 0021 asked. "It's worse than horrible."

009 didn't want to admit to her that she looked like she had lived in a cardboard box for her entire life. Instead, he said, "Why don't you just heal yourself?"

"You can ask 0050 if she'll do it," 0021 said in response.

"You're talking again," 009 noted with a shy smile. 0021 returned the look.

"I noticed." 0021 said. She patted his hair.

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"What a bunch of morons," Josephine complained, closing the door gently and walking to the elevator with Andrew. "What did you think of it, Andrew?"

Andrew had remained fairly silent. His older sister was such an executive at selling such products. She wore a full black skirt, a black short-sleeved blouse, a black sweater, a pair of high-heeled black dress shoes, her dice earrings, and her hair was back in a long braid and tied with a black hairtie. She carried a black suitcase and a sleek black flip phone.

Andrew pressed the basement floor button and the doors to the elevator closed. It was his first meeting with all the company members, and quite frankly, he never wanted to return to one. He rubbed his eyes wearily as Josephine dialed Marco's cell phone.

"Are they done?" Josephine demanded.

"Nearly, you bitch." Marco spat from the other end.

"Listen, jackass, I'll deal with you later. I have another meeting tonight with the other cyborg dealers. Andrew will be back in less than three hours to help you. Maybe, by the end of tonight, we'll be able to have the Pierrot family…all of them, including Miss Eleanor, under our thumbs and in our labs again. Also, put Pierre on the job of finding Eleanor while you're at it." Josephine snapped in response. Andrew knew what it was like to receive directions from Josephine. She was next on the line to be next to Black Ghost.

Josephine hung up. "Andrew, you'll be heading back to help the jackass and Pierre. I'll see the three of you tomorrow."

The elevator reached the basement. Josephine climbed into a small car with a driver to the right, and Andrew walked to the one on the left.

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"Why are you cleaning again?" 002 demanded of 0017. She swatted him hard with the vacuum cleaner.

"Because with the nineteen of us living in this place, it's a mess," 0017 replied, working on. "And who else is going to?"

"Put a cork in it, 002," 0014 said, jumping onto his back. "Let her clean. If it makes her happy, then it's much less of a chance that she'll bug us."

0014 stroked his hair and he gave in. 0017 continued vacuuming and left 0014 and 002 to snuggle on the couch. 0016 entered and a look of disgust was instantly plastered across her face. 002 also looked pretty scared as she fired her hands up.

"Come off of it, 0016," 0017 said, mobilizing her Windex. "Argue after I've cleaned."

0016 held up every finger but her pinkies and thumbs, held her hands apart, and kept her fingers together. "Read between the lines."

0034 walked in and dropped the pile of clothes she had been carrying. 0014 and 002 were in a deep flush on the couch, and 0016 was looking thoroughly pissed off.

"Okay, I know we're having a great time sending warm fuzzies to one another, but can we please stop?" 0043 asked. 0017 laughed at the scene. 0014 stood up and left.

"What's going on in here?" 004 asked. 0014 shoved her way past him.

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"There they are," Pierre said. "I'll call Josephine and tell her."

"Okay, and once you've finished, you can help me finish with 0037. I've updated her to fight off their attacks better." Marco responded. "Once Andrew arrives, we need his help to drill into 0061."

Pierre blinked. "0049's memory seems to have recorded Eleanor talking about 0021 moving faster than mach nine. Is that possible?"

Marco rubbed his chin. "It seems that she managed to access the highest level of her ability – summoning technology from the future. However, this has its toll on 0021 – she'll need a long time to recuperate from using so much energy."

Pierre ran his fingers over the die hanging from his right ear. "Andrew did most of the work on 0021, but we have all the blueprints in the mainframe. Try searching there and see if you can find anything."

Pierre typed in his password to the entire Black Ghost Organization database. This was where he had spent most of his time as a child. He had woven in and out of the security systems to find nuclear sales records. And now he opened up the 'Cybernetics Project' icon.

He typed in his password once more and looked into the face of 001. He scrolled down and found 0021. He clicked on her blown-up image.

There were the blueprints of her entire system. Implanted in the central point of her body was her power button, and directly above it in her head was the chip that controlled her ability to summon. He tried clicking on it. Marco turned his attention to the screen.

"So, this is how…but wait…she can't have used anything from the future…Pierre, call Andrew right now. Our cyborgs are malfunctioning."

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Andrew's cell phone vibrated around in his pocket as he was driven to the small base. He flipped it open and saw Pierre's number.

"This is Andrew," Andrew said. "What would you like?"

"Listen: what did you do for 0021's…" Pierre began.

"Please don't tell me that it's broken…" Andrew moaned. "Because if it is, then she could destroy the others."

"It's too late for that."

"Oh, holy fuck. Okay, then. I'll set off immediately for their location."

"To fix her and hand her right back over? Are you fucking nuts?"

"To make an offer she can't refuse."

"Oh. In that case…I've sent the coordinates to you. I'll see you later."

"Good bye."

Andrew hung up and promptly dialed Josephine.

"This is Josephine Scarl, how may I help you?" His sister's curt voice asked.

"It's Andrew. I don't need very much." Andrew said. He heard Josephine cough.

"Let me guess – I'm going to need to call this meeting off."

"No, not at all. I was just calling to tell you that we may have 0021 back soon."

"Ah, good. Then I shall enter my meeting now. Farewell." Josephine snapped, and hung up.

"Let's get moving, we need to catch them," Andrew said to his driver.

"Of course."

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Josephine brushed her black uniform off as she greeted members of the meeting at the door to the penthouse suite that the company rented for this sole purpose. It was all very familiar to her: the men wearing tuxedos, curtly nodding to her as they entered, and then the white lights and DVDs. She had known that her father wanted a son to carry out this job, but Josephine had proved herself worthy by discussing a trade at the age of six. Her father had enrolled her for high-powered classes with the professors, and she had taken them on.

She looked down the narrow hallway to make sure that no one was coming. She walked to the elevator and tapped a keycode into a hidden panel, then pushed open the door to the suite.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm sure you know why we've called this meeting." Josephine said, addressing about a hundred men. "We are here tonight to discuss the future of cyborgs."

"At our last meeting," A man with a thick Chinese accent said, "You said to us that you would bring samples of Black Ghost's work. I see nothing of the sort. Do you, gentlemen?"

Josephine was ready to sock the man. "I have just opened the meeting, Chee. But this evening you will see the technology our cyborgs possess – and we could possibly pass it on to your companies. Now, Chee, I could always dismiss of you early and send word to the head of Black Ghost telling him how you found us to be irresponsible. Would you like that?"

She knew that she had him locked down. Chee nodded his head, and the meeting went on.

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Andrew hopped out of the small submarine, and swam toward the Dolphin. The driver had said to call him when he was ready. Andrew had been planning for this to happen all along – he'd purposely left 0021's microchip unfinished. Tonight was the night he had waited his seventeen years for:

The night that he finally got to be free. The night where he joined the cyborgs in their rebellion.

He entered the Dolphin by means of one of the hatches. Andrew had read the blueprints a million times over to make sure that he had it right. As he jumped down, he heard a vacuum cleaner running. Was one of the cyborgs in to cleaning?

Andrew walked down toward the infirmary. This thing had looked a lot smaller on the blueprints! But he found the infirmary without many problems.

0021 was sitting up, wide awake, talking to 009. She saw Andrew enter, but didn't say anything to alert 009 of his presence. Andrew was grateful of this move. He stepped out of the shadows and spooked (what looked like) 0021's copy out.

"Shut up!" Andrew snapped. "I can help you, but you have to trust me."

"Exactly how do you expect us to trust you," 0043 said, changing from a stool into her usual form, "When you're Scarl's youngest son?"

"I'll tell you why, Eleanor," Andrew replied. "It's because I get tired of Josephine. I get sick of having to hear 'Nuclear sales this' and 'cyborgs that' all the time. 0021, do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do." 0021 said. "Andrew, you say you can help. How?"

0015 was unnerved by seeing 0021 act as a normal person.

"0021, how do you figure this exactly?" 0015 asked. "A couple of days ago this bastard tried to destroy us, today he sent three crazy cyborgs at us, and now you trust him? Did going at mach thirty permanently damage your thought process?"

"This is the same guy that hid in the shadows at my place when his older siblings came over to discuss trades with my parents," 0043 said. "He thinks somewhat logically. So, Andrew, prove your intentions and tell us why you're here."

"When 0021 went at mach thirty," Andrew began, "She called upon technology from the future. I programmed it so she could, but neither of my brothers knew that. But you see, that's the problem. The chip that controls the ability…isn't complete. I can fix it right now, but only if you take my word that I won't try and send her to attack you."

0021 placed a bruised hand on Andrew's shoulder and turned him around. "You have my understanding. Does anyone else besides us know that you're here?"

Andrew blinked. "No, I don't think so."

"0015, would you go tell everyone else, then?" 0021 asked.

"Hell no. 009, go do it." 0015 ordered. 009 stood and left.

"We'll stay and observe," 0043 said. "I still don't fully trust this."

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The lights dimmed and a plasma screen was lowered from the ceiling. Josephine began to roll clips of the cyborgs undergoing training. There was not a single man in the room who wasn't impressed by the acceleration and weight show. But Josephine had seen it all before, and in real life to boot.

"Our prices for this technology are moderate. The cyborgs will answer to your every whim, and will destroy at your command. One cyborg will cost your company a shallow installment of one million, then five hundred grand every month for a year after that." Josephine said. She saw men writing out the framework. "So far, we have created twenty-six of these cyborgs – but four have been destroyed. Each cyborg possesses their own special ability, so you will take a gamble when you decide which cyborg you want."

She waited for questions; there were none. "I declare this meeting closed. I look forward to seeing each of you in a month's time."

Crap…I need an Advil or something.

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0021 was sound asleep, while 0043 and 0015 were watching closely as Andrew finished the microchip. Andrew had the chip hooked up to the computer and was fixing the internal circuiting systems. Mostly everyone else was asleep, but a few had stayed awake to see the outcome.

Andrew's cell phone rang. 0043 answered it.

"Pierre, I haven't spoken with you in ages." 0043 said.

"Eleanor, how pleasant. What have you done to Andrew?"

"He's fixing 0021 right now. We're being held hostage."

"Very well. Tell him that I called and to call back once he's finished."

Pierre hung up at the other end.

"There. That should work perfectly." Andrew said, taking the wires of the microchip. He picked up a set of tweezers and carefully replaced it in 0021's head. "Thank you for taking the call, 0043. I don't want to talk to them."

He smiled, which completely took 0043 off her guard. His dark eyes smiled playfully, which none of them had ever considered possible.

"I'm staying."

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WOW! THAT WAS ONE HELLUVA CHAPTER! Andrew goes flip side? Josephine is selling the cyborgs? I'm going nuts!

No one cloud get it through their thick skull that the heavy metal quartet was comprised of Josephine, Marco, Pierre and Andrew. Gosh, friggin' idiots! How hard is that to figure out? Oh well…

WE'RE OPENING A CONTEST! Whoever can draw the best poster for D.S. al Coda will win their very own OC in To Nowhere. Ready for the rules?
1. MUST HAVE D.S. al Coda and …the world is not enough. written somewhere on the poster.
2. MUST have all the cyborgs, and Scarl's four children.
3. Has to be colorful!
4. Be creative! Draw the cyborgs wearing whatever you want them to – just be sure it's normal. Also, the four nutcases need their black on.
5. DEADLINE is May 20, 2005! Send all entries to and I'll pick the winner from there! Anyone can enter!

So review or flame, and CRACK OUT YOUR PENCILS!