Chapter Thirty Seven: Android Eight

This was impossible, plain and simple.

There had been cases of beings who were born pure of heart, for good or ill. Likewise there were cases of individuals who had achieved purity of heart through intense meditation, or actions of unforgivable villainy. Yet to become pure of heart through a simple blow to the head. Perhaps if ones memories and personality were wiped by the trauma, and one assumed a different personality. Yet Kakarot clearly recalled his previous memories, and mission.

Kami found this very concerning, and so it was that he focused his attention on unraveling what had occurred within Kakarot's mind. As he searched, he gradually found the key. Kakarot had not become pure of heart. He was already pure of heart at birth. However his race, whoever they had been, had specifically programmed their children to hunt, kill and destroy. Kindness, charity and goodwill were diseases to them.

From the very beginning Kakarot had been meant to destroy all that lived upon his world. Kami had, of course, been aware of Kakarot's origins. Yet he had never known of this. Kakarot's programming ensured that he remained determined in his mission.

However there was a loop hole. When the child was faced with an opponent who was too powerful to defeat, or an impossible situation they were encouraged to work around it. To bide their time and get stronger.

Kami felt angry for the first time in a very long time. The sins of this race must have been great indeed.

He did not dare attempt to purge the programming, to do so would risk damaging Kakarot's mind irreparably. He sensed that its hold over his mind was weakening. The fall had jarred its influence loose, for now. However it would reassert itself soon enough.

Meanwhile a soldier brought a tray of food into the cell of the village chief. The door closed behind him, and he made his way up to a false wall. Pushing a button, the wall pulled up to reveal bars. Past them was a simple white bed, a coat rack with a green coat and hat hanging from it, and a single window, set with bars. By the window stood an elderly man with a bald patch at the top of his head. He was dressed in brown overalls, and wore a striped blue and white shirt.

'How will my village survive without my guidance,' he said 'I must find a way to return to them. They need my help.' He covered his face with his hand as the soldier entered the room, feeling a sense of pity for the old man. He crushed it down, for pity was for the weak.

'Alright old timer,' said the man 'foods here.'

There was silence.

'Hey, old man!' snapped the soldier. 'Are you deaf?!'

'I will not eat while I am your prisoner.' replied the man. 'Send the food to my people.'

The soldier ignored him and set the food down. 'Fine, let the rats have it.' Then he turned to walk away.

'Whats all that noise I hear downstairs?' asked the chief.

'Its nothing,' said the soldier 'a bunch of teenagers running around.'

'Teenagers?' asked the chief.

'They sneaked in,' said the soldier 'I guess to rescue you. Don't worry, their probably in a million pieces by now.'

The chief rushed forward and gripped the soldier by the collar. 'Why you- picking on an old man is one thing! But children! Its barbaric! What if it were your children! What kind of army fights children?!'

'Let go of me you old fool!' snapped the soldier, shoving him off. 'If they were my kids I wouldn't send them here in the first place! Whats the matter, aren't there any adults in your village?!' He turned to walk out. 'Pathetic.' He shut the cell door with a clang, before locking it.

'I've got to do something and quickly,' said the old man 'those poor kids are-' He smelled the food. 'Cocoa, my favorite!' And then he began to eat.

Kakarot felt as though something were sifting through his thoughts, but he didn't care about that right now. Right now he was preoccupied with his new friend. 'So you were built by the Red Ribbon Army?'

'Yes,' said Eight 'by two of the most brilliant scientists on the planet.'

'Huh, so I guess Capsule Corp really is in league with the forces of darkness.' said Kakarot 'Who knew?'

At that moment Ninja Murasaki made his entrance, scaling up the stairs. Kakarot looked at him with a forthcoming smile, and the Ninja froze up. 'Wha… but… how did you survive that?'

'I'm pretty tough.' said Kakarot 'Although now that you mention it ever since I hit my head all the world has seemed like such a wonderful place. Its flaws only serve to highlight the perfection inherent to every creature.'

Murasaki trembled, then looked up, and up and up to Android Eight. 'Ah, Number Eight! You've been released! Excellent, now take care of this nuisance!'

'I'd rather not.' admitted Android Eight.

'Wha… tell me you do not defy me?!' cried Murasaki.

'Yes, excuse me,' said Eighter 'but I… hate violence.'

'Why?' asked Kakarot, confused. 'Violence is fun.'

'People get hurt when you commit acts of violence.' explained Android Eight.

'Wow, I never thought about it like that.' said Kakarot in awe. 'I'll have to completely rethink my life.'

'I don't recall asking for your opinion!' cried Murasaki. 'Your job is to spread mayhem, not philosophy!'

Android Eight looked down at the floor, then looked up again. 'Well I just think that what you are doing here is wrong. I mean, especially how you are holding the village elder hostage upstairs.'

'I've had enough of your mutiny!' snapped Murasaki 'Don't you know the Red Ribbon Army created you! How dare you refuse to obey your makers!'

'He makes a good point.' reflected Kakarot 'Are you sure you don't want to fight?'

'I'm sorry,' said Eight 'I can't do it.'

'What?!' cried Murasaki 'You're nothing but a yellow bellied coward!'

'Call me what you want.' said Eight 'I still can't.'

'Aw,' said Kakarot in disappointment. 'I haven't had a decent fight since I got here.'

Murasaki just smiled and reached into the fold of his gi. 'Well… now it has come to this Android Eight.' He drew out a remote with a big red button on it. 'Do you see this remote? We planned for an incident just like this! A surprise was implanted in your body when you were built. Lets call it obedience insurance.'

Eight opened his mouth and let out a sound of fear.

'All I have to do is press this big red button one time and then, BOOM!' cried Murasaki 'The bomb inside you goes off! So if you don't want to be blown to smithereens, you will shut your trap and follow my orders!' He laughed.

'Well you heard him,' said Kakarot 'lets fight.'

Eight remained silent for a long, long time. The suspense was drawn out as he eyed the remote, and Murasaki's smiling face. Kakarot reflected that this was rather mean of Mursaki. Eight made a thoughtful sound as he considered his options.

'I can't,' said Eight 'no matter what happens, do harm.'

Meanwhile at the Red Ribbon Army base in the scientific room popcorn scattered and a cry of unfathomable rage was heard throughout the length and breadth of the land.

'God damn it!' roared Gero as he threw the remote through the television which he was watching things play out on. 'Every time I make a super powerful android it either turns on me or becomes a pacifist! Who is responsible for all this?!'

Mr Popo smiled.

Murasaki was stunned. Stunned by the answer. He'd threatened him with the loss of his life, and still Eight wouldn't listen. Eight had been programmed to destroy, programmed to fight kill and die. So why wasn't he doing as he had been programmed?! 'You… you ingrate!'

Kakarot smiled despite himself. He liked this Android.

'Faithless hunk of metal!' roared White 'What a disgrace! A technological failure! Murasaki, I want you to destroy that worthless hunk of metal immediately!'

'Yes General White!' cried Murasaki, before rushing forward. He bumped into Eight, and stepped back. 'Hey, back off you fool!' Then he raced a ways away from Eight and raised the remote. 'You asked for it! Prepare for your last blast!'

'No! Don't!' cried Kakarot. 'He's no threat to anyone!'

'Thats the problem!' cried Murasaki 'Bombs away!'

'No! I won't let you!' Cried Kakarot as Murasaki raised the remote. Then all of a sudden Kakarot was there with his power pole! He knocked the remote from Murasaki's hand, and it landed on the ground. Bringing down one foot he crushed it beneath his shoe.

Then he glared at Murasaki, who trembled. 'My controller!' The ninja cried. 'You destroyed it!'

'And you're next!' cried Kakarot, before punching him in the face.

Murasaki was sent hurtling back to crash into the wall hard enough to leave a spiderweb of cracks around him. He then slumped to the ground, senseless.

'Serves him right.' said Kakarot.

'No! Another defeat!' cried White 'Can't anyone stop these kids?!'

Kakarot got up on the railing and made his way back to Eight, balancing upon it while humming to himself merrily. Eight looked deeply touched as he approached. 'Thank you for helping me.' said Eight. 'Friend.'

'No problem,' said Kakarot 'but you could have knocked him out by yourself you know.'

'No,' said Eight 'thats… mean.'

'So is trying to blow someone else up.' said Kakarot 'If nobody does mean things to people who are mean then mean people will continue to be mean.'

'But what if mean people only do mean things because others did mean things to them?' asked Eight in turn.

'No silly,' said Kakarot 'mean people do mean things because they are mean. Not because other people were mean to them.'

'But doesn't that mean that being mean to mean people makes you mean?' shot back Eight.

'Of course not,' said Kakarot 'there is a difference between being mean, and being a mean person.'

There was a long silence as they stood there. Finally Eight looked down. 'I'm just scared.'

'Why do you have to be scared?' asked Kakarot 'You look pretty strong to me.'

'Whats… your name?' asked Eight suddenly.

'I'm Kakarot,' said Kakarot 'whats yours?'

'Oh my name?' he asked 'They call me Android Number Eight.'

'Doesn't really roll off the tongue, does it?' asked Kakarot. 'Kind of weird too.'

'Kakarot,' said Eight 'don't you want to find the old man?'

'Oh I almost forgot,' said Kakarot, leaping off the railing. 'I guess I'd better get moving. Otherwise Yamcha will get all the glory.' He raced off, before halting and glancing back. 'Bye, good luck!' And he raced up the stairs.

Meanwhile Bulma and Launch made their way up into the forest and found Murasaki lying senseless against one of the walls. Bulma kneeled by him and checked his pulse. He was cut, bruised, and badly beaten, and his face was sporting a heavy red mark. 'Still breathing, but man did Yamcha do a number on this guy.'

'Lets see if we can't catch up before he steals all the fun.' said Launch.

They raced up the stairs, and suddenly came to a halt before a mysterious creature, who towered over them. Launch raised a hand in front of Bulma. 'Alright Bulma, stand back! This creep is- ah, ah, achoo!' She changed forms to her blue haired self. 'Oh I'm sorry where are we right now? The last thing I remember was I was being menaced by a giant robot and… eeek!'

She trembled before the creature, who looked in concern. 'Please, do not be afraid.' said the creature. 'I am Android Eight and I mean you no harm.'

'You don't?' asked Bulma 'Then what are you doing down here?'

'The Red Ribbon Army created me to destroy its enemies.' said Android Eight 'However I have chosen not to. Are you friends of Kakarot?'

'Kakarot?' asked Blue Launch 'You've met him?'

'Yes,' said Eight 'he was a really nice guy.'

Bulma blinked. 'Are you sure we're talking about the same Kakarot here?'

'There could be two of them,' mused Launch 'and I don't think the word 'nice' really applies to Kakarot.'

'He was very nice.' said Eight 'He saved me from being destroyed by Murasaki.'

'Right,' said Bulma 'so did a guy called Yamcha come through here? Really handsome and dashing, black trench coat?'

'Yes,' said Eight 'him and a blue floating cat came through here. They were concerned about a bomb that was supposed to go off.'

'Well we'd better go catch up with them.' said Bulma 'What do you say, Launch?'

'…Why are you asking me?' asked Blue Launch.

'Well I kind of figured you had an opinion.' said Bulma.

'Oh I don't have opinions,' said Blue Launch 'I prefer to drift through life, go with the flow and be a nice person. My other self is the one with all the assertiveness.'

'Well excuse me for trying to include you in the decision making process.' said Bulma 'Lets go.'

'I think I'll come with you.' said Eight.

'Sure,' said Bulma 'the more the merrier.'

As they walked up the stairs, Blue Launch continued to speak. 'I mean if I had even an ounce of assertiveness, I would probably have checked myself into a lunatic asylum years ago. Maybe I should do that? My blonde self seems to be getting more violent.'

'You probably should have thought of that before you got superhuman strength.' reflected Bulma as they scaled the steps.

General White made a call.

'Attention all soldiers! All soldiers! The enemy has overcome the third floor guards! Be on alert for combat orders!'

No one answered. However the guards on the first level currently riddled with bullets groaned a little. Finally some of them arose, grabbed their guns again and rushed up, bruises and all.

Kakarot saw walls. Lots and lots of walls. So many walls in every direction and shape that it was nigh impossible to see anything else. He had wandered into a maze. 'Hmm, what are all these walls for?'

'I am so sick of this!' roared Yamcha's voice.

'Oh hey its Yamcha!' said Kakarot 'I'll go see what he knows!' He followed the direction of the voice, and found Yamcha and Puar leaning up against a wall in exhaustion. 'Hey guys, whats up?'

'Oh hey Kakarot,' said Yamcha in exhaustion. 'we were just discussing how to get out of this maze.'

'Its impossible…' said Puar.

'No its not impossible,' said Kakarot 'I got through here no problem.'

They looked up at him. 'How?'

'…I can't remember,' said Kakarot with a laugh. 'I kind of fell and hit my head. But I remember I came back this way last time. Come on, I'll show you the way I came down.'

They stood up, and he led them through the winding halls until they came to a dead end. Kakarot blinked in surprise. 'Well this doesn't seem right. I know I came through here. Maybe we should try another passage.'

He led them round the corner, and came to yet another dead end. Yamcha slumped. 'Its hopeless…' he said.

'Oh now I remember how I got through!' said Kakarot 'I just blew up all the wall! Let me do that again. Kaa…mee…haa…mee…HAA!'

There was an explosion of white light against one of the wall, and then…

The wall was still there with a moderate burn.

'Huh?' said Kakarot 'I guess they replaced them with something tougher than I could blow up. Thats awfully clever.'

'Kakarot, just how hard did you hit your head?' asked Yamcha.

'Well first I shot in the head with an armor piercing elephant gun.' said Kakarot 'That knocked me unconscious, and there must have been a trap door beneath me, because I woke up in a room full of bones. I might have hit my head when I fell.'

'No wonder he's acting so differently.' reflected Puar.

'I feel fine, silly.' said Kakarot.

They continued to try for some time, until suddenly they heard footfalls coming from elsewhere. At that moment Android Eight rounded the corner with Bulma and Blue Launch. Eight approached. 'Need some help, Kakarot?'

'Bulma, Launch!' said Yamcha, rushing forward. 'Did you manage to disarm the bomb?'

'Well no,' said Bulma 'but I did buy us a lot of extra time. The thing was really badly rigged.'

'What about you, did you win your fight?' asked Yamcha.

'Well…' said Launch 'I remember this giant robot attacking me, and then I sneezed again. So I guess so.'

'Right,' said Yamcha 'so who is your friend?'

'Oh thats Android Number Eight,' said Kakarot 'weird name I know. He was built by those Red Ribbon Army guys to fight their battles for them, but he hates violence.' He paused. 'But why are you here?'

'It seems that you are having trouble finding the stairs,' said Eight 'I will guide you to them.'

'You know the way upstairs?' asked Kakarot eagerly.

'I saw the floor plan a long time ago.' said Eight 'Follow me.'

'Thanks a lot,' said Kakarot.

'We owe you one big guy.' said Yamcha.

'But Kakarot already helped me.' said Eight.

As they followed the giant android through the twisting and turning passages, Bulma looked a little weird. 'Hey, does anyone notice how Kakarot seems a little… uh… different.'

'Now that you mention it,' said Blue Launch 'he hasn't made any nasty comments since we met him again.'

'Apparently he hit his head.' said Puar. 'I hope he's okay.'

'I'll bet we could have looked for hours and still not found my way out of here.' reflected Kakarot.

'We did look for hours.' said Yamcha.

Eight led them to a corner. 'I know, it does seem hopeless.' The others began to walk past, and he turned to them. 'No, its this way.'

'Oh right,' said Kakarot.

'Now hang on, Puar and I went down that way before, and it was a dead end.' said Yamcha.

'Do you have a better plan?' asked Bulma.

'…No.' said Yamcha with a sigh.

As they pressed on, Kakarot tailed behind Eight. 'Hey Eighter, is this the fifth floor?'

'No.' said Eight 'We are between the fourth and fifth levels.'

'Doesn't that make it the fifth floor?' deadpanned Kakarot, tone seeming a bit more familiar.

Eight glanced back. 'Hey, why did you call me that name? Eighter?'

'Oh thats just a nickname,' said Kakarot 'Android Number Eight is sort of a lot to say, and Eight is too impersonal.'

'Ah,' said Eight 'Eighter, I like… Eighter, Eighter, Eighter.' As he recited the name to himself with glee, the others trailed behind.

'He's kind of weird.' reflected Kakarot.

'Aw, how sweet.' said Bulma.

'He's adorable.' said Blue Launch.

'What, the Android?' asked Puar.

'No, Kakarot.' said Bulma 'When he's like this, I mean.'

As they pressed in throughout the maze, a profound boredom came over them. The floor was red, the walls were all identical, and though Eighter walked with confidence it did not change the feeling that this path too would lead to a dead end. Suddenly Eighter halted and stooped low, listening to the ground.

'What do you hear?' asked Kakarot.

'Soldiers,' said Eighter 'many soldiers.'

'I'll handle this you guys.' said Bulma 'You guys just go on ahead without me.'

'Right,' said Yamcha 'be careful Bulma.'

'Who are you talking to?' asked Bulma, flipping her hair.

Then she raced back and stood behind a wall as they pressed on.

A group of Red Ribbon Army soldiers raced up the steps and into the maze. Spreading out, they fanned through the maze, seeking their enemy. As one of them ran, he did not notice a long leg stuck out in his way until he had tripped over it, and slammed into a wall. Bulma stooped and karate chopped him into unconsciousness.

'There she is!' cried a soldier 'There is the menace!'

Bulma quickly raced around the corner, outside of their firing range and waited for them to come round the corner. As two men rounded it, she punched one in the gut, kicked him out of the way, then wrestled the gun from the next one, before knocking him over the head.

A bearded soldier came into view, but Bulma surged at him and dealt him a right hook which sent him slumping to the ground. Picking up his weapon she pointed it at the last soldier before he could raise his own weapon. There was a tense silence as they faced each other down.

'Would anyone else like to pick on this poor lost little girl?' she asked.

The soldier threw down his gun and ran away.

'Didn't think so.' said Bulma. 'You know I never knew fighting could be so much fun.' She looked up. 'Now to catch up with the others.' She saw many, many different possible routes. 'Um… which way did they go again?'

'Do you think Bulma's okay?' asked Puar in concern.

'I should have gone with her.' said Yamcha 'She's not bullet proof.'

'Don't worry,' said Kakarot 'the forces of destiny wouldn't kill us off at this point. That would just be anticlimactic.'

'I think we should go this way.' said Eighter.

'Alright,' said Kakarot, and he followed his lead…

To another dead end.

'Great,' said Yamcha in despair. 'not even a guy whose read the floor plan can figure this maze out.'

'Thats impossible.' said Eighter 'There was no wall before. I'm sure of it. Lets find another way.' He led them at a run towards another path, circling round. Yet once again they found a dead end. Eighter turned away, then suddenly glanced back and saw something. No one was sure quite what. His eyes widened.

'What is it?' asked Kakarot,

'Quickly,' said Eight 'we should run back to that hall. The last hall.'

Once again they raced off, and once again they came to a dead end. Kakarot sighed. 'There is no use. We're trapped.' Then he looked up. Eighter was gone. 'Hey, where did you go!'

Suddenly the dead end shifted, opening out on a set of stairs to bar another path. Quickly Yamcha, Kakarot, Puar and Launch raced through to the stairs, and found Eighter rushing at the wall. Yet it was closing.

'Hurry up, before it closes on you!' shouted Kakarot.

'You can do it!' cried Yamcha.

In a flying leap, Eighter surged through the closing wall and landed next to them. For a moment they remained silent. Then they all laughed. 'We beat it!' cried Kakarot joyfully. 'We beat the maze!'

'We did!' said Eighter.

They quickly made their way up a large red staircase, and before long came to a place where the wall had been blown open. Eighter stared. 'The fifth level is just beyond that gap.' He shuddered as he peered into it.

'Don't you mean the sixth level?' asked Kakarot.

'No,' said Eighter 'the fifth level. But I don't know how it got broken.'

'Oh I blew it to pieces.' said Kakarot 'I got dropped down there last time. Couldn't find a door.'

'There is no door into the fifth floor.' explained Eighter 'A secret room is back there, but I don't know anything about whats inside.'

'Lots of mangled bones.' said Kakarot, voice returning to form.

'Sounds scary.' said Blue Launch.

'We can look at it later.' said Kakarot. 'Lets go.'

Making their way up several more flights of stairs, Eighter came to a door, and pointed to it. 'This is the sixth floor command room. The old villager is being held hostage in here.'

'Well,' said Yamcha 'lets do this!'

They raced up the stairs, flung open the doors and raced in. Within they saw a white haired man, sitting in a chair. Kakarot approached. 'You there, old woman! Are you General White!'

White rose up in his chair, letting the insult pass. 'I am surprised you made it. I am impressed. You are fierce rivals. I would like you to join my army.' And he offered him a hand. A long silence filled the room.

Then Kakarot burst out laughing hysterically, hitting the floor with his hands as he keeled over. Tears fell from his eyes, as he trembled with humor.

White blinked. 'I was quite serious.'

'Like we said before,' said Kakarot, wiping a tear from his eye as he rose up, an unpleasant smile on his face. 'thats what makes it so funny. I'm stronger than your entire army put together. You couldn't possibly hope to force me to do anything.

But I'll humor you. What could you possibly offer me?'

'The Red Ribbon Army is one of the richest criminal syndicates on the planet.' said White 'We pay our valued members well. In time you could become very rich for doing what you do best.'

'Cute,' said Kakarot 'I guess money is all you can offer, now that we've thrashed your elites. I'll level with you, I'm a guy of simple taste. I enjoy combat, fighting worthy opponents, getting stronger, adding new women to my future harem.

You want to know what all those things have in common? Their cheap.'

A chill came over the group as they looked at Kakarot. Eighter looked a little afraid by the change which had come over his friend, who now seemed terribly savage. Then it passed, and he was more like he had been. 'Plus, I don't want to be directly associated with the Red Ribbon Army. You guys are a joke!'

White narrowed his eyes. 'Very well, and what about the rest of you?'

'Ain't gonna happen.' said Yamcha.

'I stick with Yamcha.' said Puar.

'Um… I don't like guns.' said Blue Launch 'I prefer to think of pleasant things like baking cookies and the laughter of children. And I think my other self wants you dead, so I don't think I'd be working for you very long.'

'General White, sir,' said Eighter 'please put an end to your evil ways.'

'Ah,' said White 'the dirty traitor speaks out. Well you still have a tongue, but your guts are gone.'

'Thats… not true.' said Eighter.

'Who brought you to life?' asked White 'Tell me?' Eighter's eyes widened, and he looked torn. White continued. 'Remind me, who was it who built you painstakingly piece by piece? Who gave you this body?' Anger showed through White's facade. 'Tell me who it was! Tell me!'

Eighter looked down in shame. 'Sir, it was you. General White, and the Red Ribbon Army.'

'Now is your last chance, Eight.' said White 'You can still destroy the kid. For me. For the army.'

They looked to Eighter, who remained utterly silent as he stood there. Thinking and thinking without end. Finally he looked up.

Eighter had been commissioned by General White, and built by the scientists of the Red Ribbon Army. They were the reason he existed, the beings that had breathed life into him. Didn't that make him indebted to them? Didn't he owe them his loyalty?

Yet… weren't there powers greater than the Red Ribbon Army. Ones who had created the very metal which had been used to create him. Beings who had seen the universe rise and fall a thousand times.

Then something greater than he was, touched his mind with theirs. And Eighter knew what he had to do. 'I just cannot do it. I won't be a part of your bad deeds.' He stepped forward. 'I beg of you, these people are very strong. Please surrender. Its the only thing that you can do.'

White chuckled. Kakarot stepped forward. 'I think I'm done. As entertaining as it has been making a complete mockery of your supposed army, I find there is no more entertainment to be had here. Surrender or die, its your choice.'

'I think it is you who should be surrendering.' said White, before pressing a button.

The trap door opened up beneath them and they screamed as everyone fell down into the depths of the darkness.

Authors Note:

Here is the chapter, a bit late. I actually deliberately delayed releasing this chapter, I'm not sure why. There were other things I needed to work on. The decision to make it so that Kakarot was pure of heart originally is one I made after considering my options. Kakarot has almost no development in Bardock the Father of Goku, but I've heard that in supplementary materials his Mother is apparently in possession of a gentle personality.

I don't know about that, but in my experience babies generally aren't all that violent. Certainly a tendency to bite the hand that feeds them, as Kakarot was doing, would likely be weeded out by natural selection. So I'm going to assume that it was Kakarot's programming that was doing the talking during his initial interactions with Gohan.

I think we're going to enter a period where I don't update as often as usual. I simply can't do all my projects and keep up with a one update a day schedule.

EDIT:

I'd just like to take a moment to apologize for the poor shape this chapter was in when I posted it. It was late at night when I finished it, and I had a devil of a time getting it onto fan fiction dot net due to glitches. As a result I didn't do a very good job editing. I've fixed the major mistakes now, added a few lines. We're good. Enjoy!