At the docks. I'm at my container.

The harbor master calls me on the CB radio. Tells me to come "Fetch my sh#t!" Big cardboard boxes. Flanny helps me with the trolleys. "Thanks again Flanny!""No worries CM"

I walk behind my container. I added a tarp tent extension at the back of the container. It is just as big as the container. It is treated with a special compound the salt water won't rot it. I have lived through 3 containers. Learning each time where they start rusting. I painted this one so properly and wash it weekly outside. It wont rust I hope.

Back to my tent I open it and my "heart" feels glad there it is that yellow beauty. My Bellati 748 motorcycle.

I open the boxes. I think this is how children feel, when they are young when getting presents. A new Bernongini exhaust system with black woven carbon silencers. New fairings. I've gone for a different composite this time, more ceramic than metal in the weave. And the only color I like this bike in "Yellow Fly Giallo". The paintjob alone costs more than three months work. I only want the best. I've gone for a Hortech supercharger, the Raxton mark 3 was a big disappointment.

I've measured the gaps between the panels four times now. I want to measure it more, just to be sure. But I know it's right, everything is where it should be. I bring out the cooling fan and put it in front of the motorcycle. I connect the extractor fan to the exhaust pipes. The fans are running. I put it in neutral. I push the button for a second it struggles, then it starts. I'm going to change the oil, the filters and sparkplugs. I want it to warm up first, to help the oil drain. I can't resist.

I get on my motorcycle. Every time I sit on it, I feel proud. I think back so many years ago...

I was still poor and had only a few zenny, saving bit by bit. While working odd jobs and doing gardening. I was still staying under a bridge. I was passing by a scrapyard. When I saw it, a yellow motorcycle leaning against the office building on the property.

Immediately I knew, I had to have it no matter what! I was knocking so loudly on the office door, I thought I might break it. An old man with a big cigar in his mouth opened the door. I had to beg. He wanted to restore it for his son. I pestered him for a whole week. Finally he agreed I brought all my money and asked him if this was enough. He was laughing. It was the first time I had felt any emotion, it was disappointment. I didn't even say goodbye, I just looked at the floor. I walked out of the junkyard. I went to work. Just focused on my job, cleaned the gutters, pruned the bushes, raked the leaves, taking out the trash and all the other things. Even the land lady always criticizing me. Looking for any reason to fire or berate me. Didn't bother me anymore.

It was probably a week. When I had to turn to take the street to the housing complex. I would take the long way, just to not see it. I was late. It was raining all night the bridge was flooded. I had to stay behind a dumpster. I had to take the street. As if a miracle could happen to me. The scrapyards boss was standing in the street. I tried to walk to the other side of the street. He threw me with a pipe against the head. The metal pipe chipping the paint on my rusted metal head. Then my life started again...

He told I could have it. If I could help him at the scrapyard. Work for it. When "it" had happened 5 years earlier. I did not have anywhere to go. I was just a vagrant travelling from town to town. I had no purpose. This was the first time. I felt there was something, I wanted for myself. Not working for someone else's dream. Like a fairy tale. I found my "Fairy dirty junkyard boss."

It was hard work. I broke down frequently and had to learn to fix myself. The guys would play tricks on me. Ask my to fetch something on the heap and then when I was there. Put on the cranes magnet. I'd fly up to the top and they were laughing. This happened a few times till my heads scissor broke off. They were laughing so hard. But when I went to fetch my wages from the boss.

He gave me one look and got so angry. He beat them so severely. The hospital's emergency crews had to come. Then I knew those championship belts, he had next to his desk were really his! After that things got really good for me. He took me in. I stayed in a large shed at the back of his house. He wanted give me a room inside. But I had so many parts for myself, that it would mess up the house. It was also easier working on myself in the larger shed. Even though I don't need to eat. He would always call me for dinner and I'd sit with the family. It was the best.

His wife my "Fairy library lady." would tell stories of the people that came in, the gossip of the day. She would also help me order technical manuals. Taught me manners, how to write and lots of other things that people take for granted. Also made me read every new books release and all the sappy romance novels, bleh.

Then one day, I realized I was dying. I could see it on my fault sensor list. My internal batteries could not hold a charge anymore. I did not know how to feel about it. Living as if I was part of a real family. Was more than enough for me. Dr Wily would not make robots that last forever. I told everyone, they were very upset everyone was crying. I felt a feeling I still can't describe. Luckily my "Fairy boss's son." was a robotics engineering student and he and his class. Had to present a final project to gain their doctorates in robotics engineering.

So I was prepared for "surgery" by "Fairy boss's son." who was looking very bleak. I was disconnected, I felt a feeling like if you would imagine, moving a leaf with you finger on the surface of water. All the things I had ever seen or heard were spread out like a large bubble around me.

I could move, even though I knew I had no body yet. I stood up on the horizon I could see white line form. Colours were coming out of the line spilling towards me going through "me". I felt I had "arms" and "legs". I moved them I could seen in front of myself arms with hands. They were shadows but I could move them. My feet and legs were there, they also moved. The colours started pouring into the darkness of "myself".

Like as if a spiders web was running through the darkness of my body. The colours formed white lines they were gradually getting thicker. The colours were pouring in like a storm drain in heavy rains. Slowly but surely I could see something like a skin form around the outside of my darkness. It felt I spent an eternity there. My body was almost "full". A massive eye formed on my right shoulder and was looking at me. There was a mouth forming on my chest. It was eating the bubble surrounding me. Eating my memories. I wanted to run, I was screaming. But nothing happened the eye was not mine, yet it looked at me. The eye went dull and a line formed side to side between the middle. The eye then split into two halves. Each half forming the upper and lower parts of a mouth. The mouth blew a bubble towards me. It was the same as my memory bubble. It was someone else's! I could see the outer skin and recognized faces and places. Even though they were distorted and stretched. I could also see myself in it.

It probably only moved 30cm in "real world" space. But I knew these are memories. I didn't want to know. It could already see what was coming, the stretched pictures telling me what memories they are. I resisted as much as I could but the eye had reformed and was looking at me. I knew it would not let me leave. The bubble slowly touched me and pushed against my "head" and then...

The motorcycle is warm enough, I shut it off. I take the oil pan position it underneath my bike. I unscrew the drain plug. The oil looks new. I heard someone said if you service something to often it can harm the engine. I use the best synthetic oil, so I wonder about that?

Megaman where are you? Why would you do those things?

Finish.