Deep within what remained of Prison Island, a special cell had been constructed.
Well, modified, really. It had initially been created in case the Ultimate Lifeform went rogue, but it had been easy to adjust it to the needs of its NEW occupant.
Beneath 10 floors of guarded patrols, extremely sensitive booby traps, and even more lethal ways of entombing any who happened to be in the facility at the time, Infinite was bound by every extremity to the inside of a large, metallic structure, surrounded by stasis fluid, and kept unconscious by a variety of substances pumped directly into his veins by various tubes. The Valtron on his chest hummed and glowed as he slept, its power contained by the modified Anti-Emerald generators surrounding him. His mask had been replaced with an apparatus that gave him oxygen, though even the slightest stir could tell the computers to cut that supply off. All he had left now were his dreams...
And what dreams they were! Of his enemies fallen at his feet! Of his armada swallowing the world! Of the Perfect Infinity rising up, and ruling over these WEAKLINGS!
Yet he knew, in the back of his mind, that it wasn't true. No, merely a vision of what could be. What WILL be!
He would bide his time, as he had before. But after that?
Well...He certainly had plenty of time to think about it.
END
INFINITE HAS BEEN DEFEATED! Or has he? Well, we can rest for the moment, at least.
Thank you to everyone who has followed this story as it came out. It's been a year of writing and rewriting for me, so hopefully you like it just as much as I do.
And now, go read my backlog, you NERDS.