The Boy Who Talks to Machines
By The Good Life Creator 678
Disclaimer-I do not own RWBY or Generator Rex
Prologue: The Machine that Changed the World
Francois' finger tips tapped wildly against the keyboard before him, keys resounding in protest against the abuse they were subjected to as he ran every diagnostic test that he believed to be relevant at the moment.
They had done it; they had accomplished what was believed to be impossible and usurped the Brother Gods themselves. In an act of glorious defiance at the laws of nature laid before them they had successfully created a construct to draw the world together. To stitch the hurt and suffering that divided the children of Remnant.
In all of their brilliance, Francois and his team meticulously manufactured longevity to those who lacked aura; a cure fore the ones stricken by the incurable; a glimmer of hope for the broken that could no longer move.
What had been christened Project Rex had became much more of a success than the team of scientists could even conjure in a dream; a being that had the capabilities to repair the world and usher in an era of prosperity and health.
Or at least that was what he should have been; that was the combined plan form the onset of the project.
As Francois continued to frantically type away, his eyes could not help but to drift away from the monitor and into the enclosed white room behind the screens, watching as his wife comforted their only son. The boy's young hands gingerly tapped at a strange white egg, his youthful eyes flashed a bright bluish white as blue traces inked along his arms and bled into the device resting in his finger tips. Every square that made up the egg began to extend and contract, rotating as their son's face contorted into a look of intense concentration.
The man could only cast a look of guilt and shame at his son; the weight of their success now rest on his young shoulders and the gods had bared their fangs. Project Rex, his own son, was now the sacrifice to the hounds that demanded their pound of flesh.
After baring witness to the capabilities that his son had now possessed, the gods of war had came barking at their door, demanding subservience. When their cries for weapons had been met with declination, they turned their fangs to the weak. Six of his children had been slaughtered like lambs in the quiet of the night, left hanging by their entrails in their rooms. Most of his team were now resting in body bags, waiting for their turn in the morgue.
All for the want of war
Project Black Knight fell into existence shortly after the trail of bodies were discovered, a young woman taken from the streets and subjected to the same experiment that saved his son, all to satiate the lust for blood.
A bittersweet chuckle passed his lips at the thought. All of their efforts would amount in vein; Black Knight was incomplete in comparison to Rex. The young woman who was promised power unrivaled would be left wanting.
A small solace at the end of the world.
"We have everything ready on our end, Arc!" Gabriel called out from down the hall. "Their rat is making his way down now!"
Francois cursed his luck as he looked upon his wife and some women more time. He believed he had more time than this. He should have had more time to be able to say a proper goodbye to his only son. To say his farewells to his wife. "May Remnant forgive us for protecting them from the gods of destruction," he mumbled under his breath. Lines upon lines of commands lit up the screens before him as his wife placed his son to sleep, sealing him away from the sins they were about to commit. "Be strong, Jaune, don't let the gods make monsters of men."
With the press of a button, he had forever changed the world in the worst way possible.
All to thwart the gods of war.
--The Boy Who Talks to Machines--
An explosion rocked the world today as a research facility at the edge of Anima went up in flames-
Strange machines called nanites have been discovered in the bloodstream, what they do and their relation to the research facility still remain a mystery-
Strange mutations have been sighted across the globe-
Many are pointing fingers at the revelation of Exponentially Variegated Organisms, stating that it is either a mutation of Faunus genetics or Humans becoming the monsters they really are-
The link between the Nanites and EVOs have been made, yet no headway to discerning how it happens or predicting when has not been made-
Reports of a boy curing the effects of active nanites has yet to be verified-
--The Boy Who Talks to Machines--
His body was wracked in pain, every muscle screaming in agony as he came to the world of fire. He could feel the electric air wash over him as voices of people became clearer. Who were they? What were they doing?
His mind enshrouded in a thick fog, a heavy blanket hiding everything in the recesses of his conscious. Why was it so dark? A yelp of pain escaped his lips as he attempted to sit up, striking against something he could not make out. All he could see were the flames beyond the gaps of his confinement, making him aware of the world outside.
How did he get here? What happened to set everything ablaze? The thick fog came back once again in force, his head pounding as he tried to recall what had led him to this point.
His eyes glowed a blue white as blue traces sprawled along his limbs.
What was he?
A/N- So, I'm back. No worries, I'm not dead. A lot of stuff happened in my life that both got me down and wrecked my life. But I'd rather not bore y'all with that. Just know that I'm gonna be writing again, I got the few chapters of what I'm going to do with this mapped out in a flow chart and plans to rewrite and remaster To Run With Golden Wolves. Both I'm incredibly proud of.
What I aim to do with this is a complete overhaul of Of EVOs and Grimm. I wasn't exactly satisfied with some of the inconsistencies I had written down, some of my dialogue choices and the restraints that a first person view pushes, especially since I put myself into a corner with the journal entry model. There is a lot I had planned, like Jaune having a criminal past that he knew nothing about, Ruby taking over his journal at key points either as a joke or when Jaune was out of commission, and other stuff.
What I aim to do with this, is use elements I like, cut out a few things I don't, make it third person so I can expand upon both the world and what I want to portray and carry on.
I will leave Of EVOs and Grimm on here for others to read it to see where this story gets it skeleton and if someone's up to it, you have my blessing can also adopt it.
Other than that, I want to hear from you on what you'd like to see, everything from pairings to events to teams along with criticism of what you don't like so far. While I do have a plan written out, I do take everything into consideration.
Please remember to read and review.
What I aim to do with this is a complete overhaul of Of EVOs and Grimm. I wasn't exactly satisfied with some of the inconsistencies I had written down, some of my dialogue choices and the restraints that a first person view pushes, especially since I put myself into a corner with the journal entry model. There is a lot I had planned, like Jaune having a criminal past that he knew nothing about, Ruby taking over his journal at key points either as a joke or when Jaune was out of commission, and other stuff.
What I aim to do with this, is use elements I like, cut out a few things I don't, make it third person so I can expand upon both the world and what I want to portray and carry on.
I will leave Of EVOs and Grimm on here for others to read it to see where this story gets it skeleton and if someone's up to it, you have my blessing can also adopt it.
Other than that, I want to hear from you on what you'd like to see, everything from pairings to events to teams along with criticism of what you don't like so far. While I do have a plan written out, I do take everything into consideration.
Please remember to read and review.