Sigh- I wanted to go back and change some of the dialogue since a kind reviewer pointed out how unlikely it would be and the POINT of the fic was to be more realistic in the treatment of Blues in 21XX. It is Blues, by the way, in the first chapter who's the decrepit robot that DIED. You people so didn't get that it was a one shot! You're just lucky I was inspired enough to write a second CONCLUDING chapter. There will be no more after this, it's DONE!

Oh yeah, I did want to go back and change the dialogue, but I can't figure out how to edit a chapter that's already been posted on without a lot of trouble so it gets left as is. Plus, for those of you unaware, I used the Japanese names. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Blues. I don't own X or either Rockman series, Capcom does. I also am not making any money from this at all. Which is sad, I need monies. D:

- Chapter 2: The News -

The TV hummed as the monitor flicked on and came to life. It was last left on some sports channel and the reploid, with only half his decidedly blue armor on at the moment, quickly flipped over a few channels to the local news. "...with highs in the upper thirties, so make sure to wear lots of sun screen and put off strenuous activities until cooler times of the day. Now back to you in the studio!" Quipped an over eager weatherman.

The scene changed to what could only be assumed to be "the studio," a pair of news announcers sat behind their desk and smiled at the camera. "Thanks for the weather, Meteoro Mijinion," stated one of the announcers. "Recently the world was rocked to discover the still working remains of the very first self aware artificial intelligence. Tonight the Museum of Robotics is unveiling a display of him. We go live to Swatch for a special report on this momentous occasion."

The scene changed to a female reporter reploid standing next to several scientist reploids standing in front of a display case with Blues standing inside wearing his full armor. "Thanks, Mic. I'm here today with three of the scientists who worked hard to restore the remains of Blues to his original condition. Could you tell us, why didn't you re-activate Blues?" Swatch held her microphone up to one of the scientists. The camera focused on his face and his name appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Well, Miss Swatch, we did try," started the first scientist. "It took us nearly a year to get all the dirt cleaned out and repair Blues to the state you see him in, we weren't just going to leave the job half done. But when we flipped the switch-"

"That's how old he is, he has an on switch right at the base of his neck!" The second scientist laughed as he cut the first one off. "Oh, please excuse me and continue."

"As I was saying, we flipped the switch and all the hardware started up but nothing else happened. He just lay on the table as immobile as if we hadn't done a thing."

"It felt like we had wasted a whole year on a piece of junk," said the second scientist. The camera focused on his face and his name appeared on the bottom of the screen like with the first scientist. "We checked all the wiring, we ran all the tests we could, we even repaired a glitch we found in his power core; but he still wouldn't activate. It really doesn't make sense because we had had access to all his memories and programming almost from the start but it just wouldn't run."

"We're lucky on being able to access his programming though," started the third scientist, listed as an historian by the lettering on the TV screen, "we've learned so much about the Wily Wars and the politics of the world at the time. Most of what we know wasn't from first hand accounts of people actually involved but what was reported by the popular media. Much like right now, actually." The historian laughed a little at what he thought was an amusing joke.

"Yes well," started Swatch with a strained smile, "is this actually Blues here?" She motioned to the display case they were standing in front of.

"Oh yes," replied the second scientist eagerly, "or what we've reconstructed of him. His shield was shattered and much of his armor was damaged beyond repair. But he wouldn't have needed it anyways, so we just made it look pretty."

"Of course," added the first scientist, "some core components such as his power core, memory matrix, and a good deal of his inner circuitry was removed for further study and to prevent accidental activation. Can you imagine if he did suddenly start up and found himself inside a museum?"

"I suppose that would be very confusing and a bit embarrassing," replied Swatch. "Unfortunately, X himself was unavailable to comment on the discovery of what could be considered his eldest sibling. Well, that's all we have time for. Thank you very much for taking the time to share with us." Swatch nodded to the scientists who all replied with various murmurings of "oh, not a problem at all" and "it was our pleasure." Swatch turned back to the camera. "Back to you in the studio."

"Thanks for that in-" The rest of what the news announcer was going to say was cut off as the TV was turned off. The reploid who had been watching nonchalantly dropped the remote in the chair he had been sitting in and started heading out of the room.

"I think I should head down to the museum on my next day off..." And with that, he walked out the door.

-The end -

Special thanks to:

SuperLlama for the name Meteoro Mijinion

Griffinkhan for being the only good reviewer on and Blacksword for being pre-readers

And everyone who's going to bother leaving a review.