Don't own megaman. I've also haven't ridden on a public transpiration bus.

When I was 5

I was 5 when it happened we were taking the bus to another town. I'd never been on a bus before. I remember mom let me drop the change in the bin. I was standing on the seat next to my mother looking around at everyone. I remember they guy with the long blond hair asleep against one of the windows. Other people were reading or looking out the windows at the passing landscape, some were even listening to music. I remember the little girl I would come to know as Aile very clearly. She was wearing a pretty blue dress and her hair had been done up all nice. She also had one big puss on as she sat there next to her mom. I remember her in that dress the best because that's the last thing I saw before my world exploded.

I was told latter it had been a bomb planted on the underside of the bus. Some time after it happened a group of irregulars claimed it was there doing. The only important thing was that I woke up in that hospital alone.

The bomb was positioned under the guy who was sleeping. The explosion was so intense that they never found a trace of him. The only reason they knew he was there because of what I related to the police.

All public vehicles have locaters in them. If one stops moving and they can't hail the drive they pretty much trans in every emergency response department known to man. They had gotten there fast but sadly many like my mother were already dead. Mom had gotten hit with a piece of shrapnel in the neck that killed her before the burns good. Least she didn't suffer

I'm told I was covered in 3rd degree burns. Those are the nasty bad ones where the skins gone. Years ago I would have died from that. I was lucky they got me out soon enough and my body held on long for them to do a transfer.

They electronically transfer a human consciousness into a special type of reploid body. It's risky you could lose something in the transfer. I've heard people have lost their memories. The older the person is the greater the risk, there's no second try your body just ceases to work; traumatic events also increases the risk.

They then somehow introduced your DNA into the reploid body and it takes on your physical appearance. They call this the R.O.C.K. system.

I don't remember anything between starring at Aile and waking up in the hospital. The exposition emitted a sonic grenade like effect before the harmful blast hits so you don't know what hits you.

I woke up in the hospital a few days later. I was in a bed with a bunch of electrodes taped to me. A nurse soon came in and smiled. Then the Doctor came in and told me what had happened. I didn't understand any of it. How could I, I was Five.