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@twentyfloorsbelow
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I don’t even know who these people broadcasting are.
…dude it is better to keep it that way. I’ve been watching these people bicker for about two days now.
No reason to stick your nose into it.
I have enough problems as it is without this bickering. For universes so constantly at war, we decide to fight over the most trivial of things.
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I don't even know who these people broadcasting are.
prompt: missing
The lights flickered as generators filled with sand struggled to supply power. A few burnt out pieces of circuitry would never breath life back into the old machines. Dust clouded the air as heavy footsteps disturbed the lab for the first time in…
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
He had lost track of time. Too much running. Too much work. Or a lack there of. Favors that he had built up over years had crumbled to dust. He had lost everything he had been owed. Again.
And it was time to start from scratch. Again.
Twenty floors below the city, Doctor Albert Wily lived in a run down laboratory. He was a thinker. A man of ideas. Ideas forbiddened in the society he fought against. Ideas, that would see them forcefully extracted. He had seen it first hand.
He thought that man saved. He had thought that man dead. Now, he just knew he was missing.
He could feel the clock ticking against him.
Tock
Tick
He worked long into the bright and burning day, only rising from his apartment to grab what he needed from the streets that were blue and the lights, they were red and blinding.
He hated the Light.
How many years he worked, he didn’t know. But with every person who had aided him, every regretful ally he had thought he gained, all of that was dashed. They were gone, just like the night in this city.
Men could not survive, not drowning in this light. Not even the animals the good Doctor turned them into.
But for as much as Doctor Albert Wily was missing, he knew that the Good Doctor was also missing things. His wife. His son.
And while Doctor Albert Wily did not hold them, he was damn sure that the Good Doctor would never hold them again.
He had told his friend, long ago, if you grab the changed the working parts, you’d get a different machine. Now, he would break them.
The Good Doctor had to pay.
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What we is there, Albert? Am I on this list of ‘we’? Am I included in your calculations when you consider who will strike and when? Because your plans are… yours. And you do not share them, or include anyone besides yourself. You disappear and you cut yourself off and you are working but it—
… I have been silent for so long. I have stood in the tower and smiled and waved, and then I have hidden and ran and now I— now I am tired of all of that. Now I want to do something but I don’t know what because everything has broken apart.
I have a heartbroken son, two more still with their father. Rock is… is convinced of some terrible things, and last I saw of Time he seemed so broken…
I don’t know what to do anymore.
You wanted involved. You are. If someone is able to fight, I will include them in my plans. There are not enough of us to let anyone simply sit and hide.
But my plans are mine. Protoman knows some of them. But the last time I revealed my plans, Thomas was ready. He has eyes and ears everywhere. You all will know parts. But you have to trust me.
We will save them. That is the plan, after all.
Then accept my help. I am not a boy, I am not a child- I am a woman. And if you do not like your past? Then tough. Stop being petulant, stop avoiding me, stop hating your past and make up for it. Or fix it or do whatever you need to do to feel better because none of us like our past.
Or our lack of one.
And what do you think I have been doing? Building, looking for supplies, for people to fight? Or do you honestly think I have been hiding, sobbing about my past? I am not one of those Thomas you see in the other worlds crying about my mistakes. I bare them, just as any, but I keep moving forward.
Do not imply that I do not. Do not imply that I am running. I can hate what I want as long as it keeps me motivated and focused on my goal.
But please, continue to lecture me and get in fights with my counterparts. Continue to yell and bring attention to ourselves before we are ready to strike. That is very helpful, let me tell you.
You were framed for Emily’s murder. No matter what Thomas tries or has tried I am not Emily. I am different, I am… I…
I want to help you, Albert. Don’t you understand that? We all want to help you. No one likes how things are, and you cannot do this alone. There is a reason no one has achieved anything in those other universes either- it is because they are always alone. Protoman goes alone, Megaman goes alone, and no one stands up with them and they fail.
If you stand up on your own you will fail too. You do not have to break yourself. Not if you have us with you.
Yes you are different. And at the same time, you are not. Her memories, her name, her face, all are yours. You are different, yes. But looking at you, the past stares back at me.
And I am not a fan of my past.
I do not stand on my own, but I will not do as Thomas did. I will not send boys to fight a war that they do not understand. I will not send children by themselves. I made that mistake with Joe. I will not do that again.
Heh.
Hahaha… S-sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I… Heh… Hahahaa… God…
I send you messages, I reach out to you, I try to find you and now you finally notice me. Albert, I…
Forgive me. Sorry. It has not been a good day for anyone.
I could explain, again, how disconcerting it is working with you. I know who you are, but you also represent everything that has happened to me and this city. You will forgive me if I am not jumping for joy everytime I hear from you.
I was framed for your murder, after all.
If I make one mistake, if I misjudge one action, I am worse than dead. If I am captured, I doubt there will be any time wasted in reeducating me.
I do what I can for this city with limited resources, with everyone else in this multiverse hating me, fearing me, thinking I am using them, manipulating them because of my counterparts' actions. And the worst part? I cannot blame them.
So you will forgive me when I am withdrawn. Work is all I have, and if I have to break these working parts, myself included, so be it.
And you all wonder why I stay in hiding until my plan is complete…
Don’t sass me Albert.
I wouldn't dream of it. Notice how it wasn't addressed to you. I have two girls and your son also running around. Multiple counterparts making fools of themselves, and lord only knows how many Protomen.
I stay inside. I do my work to save this ill-gotten city.
I'm sorry my mutterings bothered you. I don't have many people to talk to when I am left to work all by myself.
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And you all wonder why I stay in hiding until my plan is complete...
I do suggest, whatever matter of argument or fighting is going on, ceases and desists.
Immediately.
Thank you.
We all know the stakes of what we fight for. I’d much rather have a man who can think for himself than a machine that loses it’s will once master is gone.
Of course. I look out for my friends.
Yeah… we all would. But that’s where they differ. They’ll take unyielding loyalty over an actual ally.
But enough about them, we’ve got some work to do.
Indeed. You should see my next project...
…true. But you know if you ever start acting like them I will happily slap some sense into you.
They need some form of validation, someone to listen even if they don’t really think. It’s all they have, I guess. I’m just glad you aren’t afraid of a machine that can think for itself. I’m sure the only reason their masters aren’t sentient is because they’re afraid they’ll leave.
A dare. A fit of boredom. Maybe one too many glasses of wine. Take your pick.
Thank you.
We all know the stakes of what we fight for. I'd much rather have a man who can think for himself than a machine that loses it's will once master is gone.
Right? Can you imagine how awful that’d be?
Yeah, I know. Sometimes I forget that they’re rarely like you. Even the ones that seem collected snap at the drop of a hat.
Hey hey I’m not saying it’s BAD. How messed in the head would I have to be to condemn the building of other robots? But you’re right, they’re not drones and that’s… more than we can say for them.
Did they build him for fun or…?
Yes, it seems like a very bad idea.
As much as I hate to admit it, we're alike in some ways. I can't forget that, less I become more like them. And that is a goal I wish very dearly to never reach.
Well, the simple building to have more things you can boss around, that is not commendable. How many masters do you need? At least ours can do things for themselves...
And I don't know. A dare?
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…come to think of it, I haven’t seen any. Hm.
Well of course, you have to attack everything with a strategy right? They wouldn’t be you if they weren’t thinking ahead. It’s just unfortunate they… tend to stray toward violence more often.
Isn’t your solution to build more robots too? Granted we don’t have an army or anything but uuuuuuuuh.
Wait wood? Really?
Yes... I hope there isn't like.. some Doc Robot out there or some such.
It is also unfortunate that they are, quite frankly, insane mostly. There is a reason I smile and nod and then stay away from them.
And how else was I supposed to build those tunnels or hack into the mainframe? At least I give mine personality. Soul. They're not... the mindless automatons that my counterparts make.
And I can't even begin to tell you how impossible that is.
So in other words an actual doctor. Like the real people-helping kind.
Of the two of us? Yeah, it should be you. I’m pretty sure one of them will try to steal me an the other will try to kill me. You they might think twice about.
What can you do? Other than not feed the ego, I mean.
Precisely.
....Do any of those even exist in any of these multiverses? It occurs to me I've never actually seen one.
And oh, I'm quite positive they will be thinking of how to best use me. Hopefully their conclusions do not lead to killing or stealing, but they might. There's a reason I don't engage them often.
And obviously, their solution is to build more robots. Find a problem? Build a robot. I'm pretty sure one of them is made entirely out of wood. Why?
