The Revelation
Dr. Wily got out of his car. He approached a construction site out in the desert, being followed by Reggae.
"Alright, here's our plan-Way I see it, Light Industries is a huge monopoly. Only reason people aren't particularly biased against it is because of Dr. Light's charitable donations. The robot masters have backdoor security clearances into the Light Industry's mainframe. We hack GutsMan to change his donation reports to make it look like he's paying people to give money back to him, so he's actually stealing from the people. Light will be put behind bars, Government will restrict the industry, and I'll be the hero who made it happen and ushered in the era of the ethical use of robotics!" said Wily.
Reggae obediently followed. The area was filled with mostly robots. Robotic helicopter domes used for carrying freight, primarily, though were also Miner Joes who…mined. And who couldn't forget those mettools. Robotic heads with feet and a hard hat, created for shooting mining lasers and the like.
And there was GutsMan, too.
"HEY! Wily!" He shouted, giving the doctor a nearly bone-crushing hug.
"Hello GutsMan…how's it going?" said Wily. He grabbed a Remote Computer Interface (an RCI). It was a Smartphone-esque device which could be used to access almost any computer system from about 20 feet away. Given a hacker of enough skill, almost any computer could be hacked with this. They were also often used for the reprogramming of robots and other machines which didn't have an onboard interface.
"Today's Monday, that's construction day. We're building the mine that we're going to use tomorrow on mining day." said GutsMan
"Well, do you like Mondays" asked Wily
"Ha! Does anybody!?" said GutsMan "Boss is a jerk. Isn't willing to read the damn warning labels on most of the robots he buys. And he always purchases from the lowest bidder, too, when it comes to hiring maintenance and such."
"Hey GutsMan! I didn't pay 2 million for you so you could talk to some white collar idiot over there!" shouted someone
"Speak of the devil." said GutsMan, wandering back to work. Wily followed him. "So how are you?"
"Terrible. Dr. Light nearly fired me." said Wily.
"Heh, Wish I had that choice. But no, I was built for this purpose. I need to keep working, no matter how much it sucks." said GutsMan.
"Well, just because Dr. Light gives you a purpose doesn't mean that's what your true purpose is" said Wily.
GutsMan spoke softer. "True purpose? Light programmed me to do a few given tasks, outside of that environment, I'm incapable of surviving, let alone serving a purpose." He turned, carrying some I-beams. "No, I'm just gonna have to learn to put up with this way of life, because if it changes, I'm scrap."
Wily thought to himself, putting away the RCI. He stumbled upon a Joe. Its legs were caught under a bolder. It was still activated, though. Wily ran up to a manager.
"Hey, one of your robots is caught under a rock." He said.
The manager looked. There was a cliff of sorts, on the edge of which there were robots carrying boulders. "Yeah, he must of fell off a cliff. Shame, those things are expensive." He said.
"Y'know, you could have just built a railway, that would have fixed the problem." said Wily.
"Boss-man says rails are too expensive, we'll just do without. It's less expensive just to salvage the old robots for parts and buy new ones. We save more money on parts that way. Considering the rate they become obsolete, we'll be getting rid of them fast enough anyways" said the worker.
"They feel pain, you know" said Wily.
"Or, maybe they simulate agony to make us hire more expensive maintenance workers, the kind that come from Light Industries. We're not fooled, and you shouldn't be, either." Said the manager.
Wily moved over to the Joe, and pulled out his RCI. He shut it down, ending its pain. "Reggae, c'mon, we're leaving."
Wily sat at his desk at home. On the table was a bowl of Lucium. Lucium was a gold colored magnetic non-Newtonian liquid metal. If you were to shoot it, or hit it with a sleghehammer, it would turn into a solid metal-a powerful one capable of stopping bullets. Lucium fascinated Wily greatly. He would spend hours 'sculpting' with this stuff using magnets. He had, years earlier, built a bowl which was able to reshape the substance magnetically. A tiny, golden horse galloped on the surface of the bowl. Watching it helped him think.
"I've been thinking, Reggae" said Wily.
"I'm shocked!" laughed the robot bird. To Reggae's disappointment, Wily was not annoyed in the slightest.
"All this time, this whole search for purpose, this…rivalry with the doctor, these revenge plans…it was all just for me, wasn't it? I think…I think I could make it so much more than that." said Wily.
Reggae said "Ok, for you, for many, what's the difference?"
"The stakes-when it was just between me and Light, I needed…rules. Now, it's more important. I can now do something more…drastic…" said Wily.
Reggae was confused "What do have in mind?"
"I helped build a race of slaves. Now, I'm gonna free them." Said Wily.