To Former Glory
To Marsile who had the genius of Andrew Ryan and the theoretical skill of all his important personnel, it was but a simple matter to disassemble several turrets and bots to make a giant "sweeper" bot. It cleared most rubble and took it to a converted diner. There Marsile had created a pot filled with a menial plasmid that could melt things into a type of fast drying goo. Then from there another bot, "applier" would run and apply the goo to all uneven structures.
Of course such a feat would've normally acquired the attention of "splicers" but as this particular section was the Big Daddy rest station and several types of Big Daddies could be found in one spot this time of the year; it's not surprise that they rather stay away. By the time this "Big Daddy bi-annual meeting" picked up Marsile made that small little section look remarkably better aesthetic wise. The appliances necessary to do anything besides be bored were beyond fried and would need some more time. Thankfully for Marsile, it was just enough to please Gamma. Apparently he actually didn't care about Marsile, he just wanted the place to look nice for his surrogate daughter.
"Very well, boy, very well. I think you should know that because of the other Big Daddies are gonna want your help too. We love our little girls and it hurts us literally for them to see the world as glamorous when it really isn't."
" No worries Gamma a couple bots here, a couple bots there, a couple splicer abductions and subsequent ADAM removal all around and it'll be good."
"Heh. If you think so boy, but also know that the other Big Daddies are gonna want a little… umph to help them while you prepare to rebuild this place."
" With a little help it can be arranged… where are the plasmid creation and testing facilities again? Some of the memories are a little fuzzy. "
Gamma didn't feel like talking anymore at this point and just pointing in the direction. Marsile nodded and set out the facility but not before catching his appearance in a puddle of water. His hair, which used to be black, was now a very deep shade of purple and his eyes glowed with just a faint yellow light. The teenager simply sighed before commencing his trek.
Once Marsile reached his destination he immediately walked to the back of the room. Looking into a small cabinet inside another cabinet he retrieved a small vial of green liquid. Calmly pulling out a syringe the teenager jabbed it into the cap. Slowly extracting the plasmid, Marsile braced himself and stabbed the syringe in his vein and pushed.
The effects were immediate and the purple-haired teen stumbled a little before regaining his equilibrium. Then Marsile focused on the energy within him before letting it loose. The result quickly formed into three perfect clones of Marsile himself.
"Alright, me, you Marsile 2 work on Big Daddy plasmids, Marsile 3 make more sweeper and applier bots, and finally Marsile 4 work on some other Big Daddy stuff alright?"
"Yes, sir!"
The original Marsile watched his clones walk out of the bloody laboratory before searching for some EVE. It didn't take long to find some. There were two syringes tucked neatly behind a freezer. Marsile once again used up all of his EVE making six more clones before assigning them there duties.
"Marsiles 5 and 6 to Marsile 2, Marsiles 7 and 8 to Marsile 3 and make some more pots, alright lastly Marsiles 9 and 10 help out Marsile 4."
"Yes, sir!"
Marsile watched his clones once again walk to their place before going back to Gamma's room. There he found Gamma's porthole dimly lit with his daughter tucked safely in bed. Marsile crashed against the floor almost immediately.