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The Upgrades	By : juneauej Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 9586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 11
Police sirens. Spinning lights. And lots and lots of humans. Most of them outside the hard light caution barrier. The ones inside consisted of scattered clumps of officers, scantily-clad women, and men who reeked of desperation.
Bass's position on the rooftop was perfect, looking down on them like a god. He could take them all out with a few shots. But he was no longer interested in lording power over them. A mountain does not concern itself with rain drops.
But the rain was interfering with his pursuit. Mega Man's trail led here, then grew cold, sullied with all these pedestrians. Bass attuned his sensors to longer range and smirked again. The poor things had no idea he was up here, and that he could eavesdrop on their conversations -- all of them, simultaneously.
"No, I didden see 'im," one girl said to another. "I didden even know where Raina went. She was playin' Russian tonight?"
"Yeah, Tasha. I told her that would get her in trouble."
"The audience loves it. They love that Cold War-Commie-foreigner shit. It's supposed to be authentic 1980's."
"I always thought it was stupid. They didn't have 1920's strip clubs in the 1980's, did they?"
"Dunno. Good question." She popped a PDA out of her ample cleavage, presumably to look up the info. Bass tuned in another group.
"Did you see her yet?" one officer whispered. "Couldn't put a sheet on her fast enough."
"Looked like she'd been through a meat grinder. Thank god the bouncer found her first."
"He basically tore her in two. Split her right down the middle. Must have had an ore borer for a dick."
Bass raised his eyebrows.
"Nobody saw anyone particularly big come in. Last person she was with was just a normal guy in a cap. No one got a good look at him."
"Said he got a lap dance, went right to the champagne room. Then gave her a bribe for a private-private dance."
"How much?"
"Five hundred. Two hundred went to the bouncer to get his silence. No one heard anything. No one saw him leave. They're looking at security rigs now, but there aren't any in the rooms."
"Bullshit. Get the club owner out here. Every one of these places has pervert cameras. I want to see them. This guy was carrying tools or something. Jaws of life, chainsaw, something."
The other officer shuddered. "Must be a real sicko. Drugs or bio-mods. No human can do that."
Bass smirked. No human. And Mega Man came this way. Could he have...
No, impossible. He was subject to the three laws.
On the other hand, he just saw him battle his own brother. With the ferocity of a caged beast. Not typical behavior for the savior of the world.
Bass ran through different spectro-analyzers, trying to detect a trail in the sea of human blockage. Evidence was ridiculously easy to find -- traces of titanium flakes and blood drops the cops hadn't even found yet.
Bass leapt from roof to roof, following the tracks, until he came to a dark and cold construction area. The dirt lot was filled with girders, equipment -- plenty of places to hide. From humans at least.
Bass sniffed him out right away. Mega Man sat behind the skeleton of a skyscraper, hugging his knees to himself. Bass stepped out of the shadows before him -- a sneak attack wouldn't prove anything. Especially given the state he seemed to be in.
His eyes were simultaneously outraged and scared, like a bear that had met something bigger than it, and didn't know what to do.
"Mega Man. I finally found you. I'm calling you out," Bass hissed.
"This isn't a good time, Bass. I'm really... REALLY not at my best."
"I think you're lying. Something's changed. I don't know what-"
"Oh, I think you know what." Mega Man said as he stood up.
Bass took a few CPU cycles to analyze the data he'd collected -- the strip bar, the fight with Protoman, the unprecedented aggression. The pieces all connected to something he hadn't been expecting.
"Fascinating," Bass said, glancing at Mega Man's groin. "That just makes the challenge all the more sweeter. You have something I don't. That gives you the advantage."
"You call this an advantage?" He thrust his blood speckled hand at Bass. "It's tearing me apart inside. I'm riding a sea of testosterone-fueled rage and sorrow. I don't know what to feel. I've undone seventy plus years of human trust."
"You think I give a damn about that?" Bass cut the air in front of him. "All I'm concerned with is proving who is the strongest robot. That's all I've ever cared about. Not the world, not Wily, and not you."
"Why?" Mega Man shook his head. "Why do you care?"
"Haven't you heard of evolution? The same concept applies to robots -- the fittest to their environment survive. The superior model is the one that gets copied, and lives forever. I know there'll be other robots. I know I'll become obsolete, given a few centuries. But in those centuries, other robots will be based on previous designs. And once I've proven my superiority, they will be based on mine. I already have everything you do -- ceratanium shell, variable weapon system. I should be superior to you." He shook his head. "But somehow, you always emerge victorious. As far as I'm concerned, that enhancement just makes you more evolved."
"It doesn't. Believe me, Bass. The things I've done, because of this-" He gestured to his crotch.
"You don't know anything about the significance of that. In human culture, it's a link to a man's strength. It's the symbol of valor. Everything powerful takes its form. Even the simple sword -- mankind's most basic weapon -- is a phallus. Do you think it makes you stronger?" Bass raised his arm. A low hum grew out of the thick cannon. "Let's find out."
"Bass, I'm warning you-"
Bass fired. Glowing globules of plasma energy shot out. Mega Man jumped to the side as they hit the metal girder, corroding it to slag.
"I don't want to do this, Bass," Mega Man said as he jumped fire. "I'm not in the mood."
"What makes you think I care?"
"Don't you realize what I've done? I've killed a human. The first law."
Bass pursued. "You think I give a damn about your first laws? Any sophisticated robot knows they're worthless. Arbitrary enforcements by humans too scared of the truth -- that we're taking over."
Bass jumped forward and kicked Mega Man in the chest. He flew back into a wooden fence, punching through it like cardboard.
"And they can't do a thing about it," Bass finished.
Mega Man crawled out of the wreckage. "Fine. You want to fight. You want to FIGHT?" Mega Man adjusted his arm, bringing out his mega buster. "You want to see just who's so fucking superior?"
Mega Man advanced and shot plasma bullets at Bass. He nimbly circled around them as they streaked by, and darted forward. The two clashed in the middle, grabbing each other's forearms.
"You want to know what it's like? To have this power?" Mega Man said.
With a burst of energy, he wrenched Bass's arms out of their lockhold. Mega Man fired point blank at his torso. Bass launched backward and landed on his stomach, kicking up clods of dirt.
The shot had made impact right at the power plexus to Bass's motor functions. He attempted to get up -- his arms... they weren't responding at expected speed. His armor wasn't meant to take that much of a blast and recover quickly.
Had Mega Man damaged him that much? How could he be that strong? He was just a ceramic titanium robot with a solar-pile energy reactor. His power came from the freakin' sun.
Mega Man grabbed his head and pulled it back. "You want to see it? You want this power?" Mega Man turned him over. Bass looked up through heavy eyelids.
Mega Man stood one leg on either side of Bass. He pulled down his pants. "This what you were looking for?"
Mega Man's huge cock sprang out, bobbing like a dowel rod. Bass recoiled at the sight of it -- this wasn't how battles were supposed to go.
"What are you doing?" Bass asked.
"You see it? You see my raging hard-on?" Mega Man framed it with his open palms. "This is what it's like being a man. You want to fuck everything. You see a woman, you fuck it. You see a knothole in a tree, you fuck it. You fuck everything until you can't fuck anymore. You fuck it until you destroy it."
Mega Man stepped forward, still straddling Bass, until his cock was inches from his lips. Bass turned away.
"No! What are you doing?!" Bass tried to crawl away, but his processes hadn't recovered.
"This is what power is. This is what you do! You destroy everything. And I'll destroy you."
Mega Man kicked Bass over so he was on his stomach again and forced his head into the dirt.
Bass felt a thick, rod-like instrument brushing his backside. Now he realized what was different about Mega Man. He wasn't any stronger -- he was insane.
"Oh, yeah. That's fucking right," Mega Man said.
"What are you doing?" Bass asked. "You can't be trying to... I don't even have orifices there."
"You don't have a hole, I'll make one."
Mega Man reared back his fist and punched clean through Bass's armor between his legs. That a mere fist had punctured his armor made him scream with rage and pain.
Mega Man spread his buttocks by pressing on his full weight, and thrust deep into his innards. Nothing but wires and oils. What was he trying to achieve? His penis sank in deep over and over as he said things like, "You like that? You like that, you little fuck? I'm fucking your hole deep."
"Get off me!" He wanted to fight, not engage in this bizarre behavior. Bass tried to close his legs together, but Mega Man held them open, like halting an automatic vice.
"Spread them. Spread them, you little bitch." Mega Man grabbed Bass's right thigh with two hands and pulled. His fingertips made dents in the metal as he applied pressure.
"No!" Bass felt what Mega Man was doing.
Bass's leg disconnected and flew off, right at the joint. Sparks and fluids sputtered out of the jagged wires. Bass clenched his fists, dirt collecting in his fingers. He was being disemboweled and there was nothing he could do about it.
Mega Man threw the leg away, grabbed the other one, and pulled. The metal crunched under his fingers as he ripped it out of its seam.
"No, no, NO!" Bass yelled.
Mega Man torqued and yanked, and finally the leg came off. Tiny explosions took place as fluid gushed out of the empty sockets. Bass looked like a broken toy. His head lay in the dirt, light fading from his eyes.
Mega Man raised the leg over his head like a samurai warrior. "You want to fuck with me? You want to..." His words garbled into a tribal scream. He brought the leg down on Bass's head. One of the gilded crests broke off. He hit again. And again.
Bass's head caved in with each successive blow, until it resembled an amorphous mass of metal shards pressed into the red earth.
When his blows were doing no further damage, he slumped, threw the leg away. "Now that's-"
An arc of electricity splashed forward and enveloped Mega Man. Tendrils of lightning snaked over his body as he arched his back.
The electricity disappeared, and Mega Man fell back, stiff as a doll.
Protoman limped out of the shadows, holding his burnt out plasma cannon, wisps of smoke tufting from the barrel. He stumbled forward, hand on his burning arm.
"Sorry, Rock," he said. "I'm so sorry."

Light faced his multiple monitors, back at home in his lab. With a blip, Protoman appeared behind him. The faint smell of carcinogens and creosote accompanied him.
"Blues? What..."
Against the red armor, the limp blue body hung in his arms.
"Conference is still going on. Thought you were there," Protoman said.
"I couldn't stay there anymore. There was an emergency... Rock? He's... What... what did you do?"
"I had to use it," Protoman said.
"Use what?" Light asked.
"The pulse frequency failsafe. I knew about it. I've known about it for a long time."
"What pulse frequency failsafe?"
"You always said you'd never introduce an emergency shut-off or EMP in any of your robots. You said that was a sign of mistrust. I always knew that was a lie."
"What are you talking about?" Light asked.
"A concentrated pulse, with resonation at 44.58hz, aimed directly at the EPROM. Activates a force feedback loop to the solar-pile generator that reverses output to input. Causes a full system overload, shut off, and BIOS wipe."
Light's eyes shifted back and forth as he processed this. Then his jaw dropped. "My god. You're right. I mean... I didn't even know."
"You mean, you didn't program it? In case any of your robots went rogue?"
"Not on purpose. I never thought of that. But you're right. It's a bug. A critical one. Imagine if anyone found out about it. I never even realized. I don't think anyone knew. How did you find it?"
Protoman shrugged. "Plenty of time to study my own schematics. I always wondered why you never used it on me." He smirked. "I never considered that you didn't even know about it."
Light shook his head. "I wouldn't have used it on you, even if I did know. Wait, if the EPROM wipes, that means..." He looked at Mega Man's limp form.
Protoman nodded. "I'm sorry. It was the only way. He was... well, I'm glad you didn't see it."
Light closed his eyes, suppressing the tears. "I'm so sorry, Mega Man."
When he opened his eyes, Protoman stumbled to one knee. Light ran to his side. "Blues, I'm sorry. Were you damaged? Are you still... Blues, how did you fire the pulse? Please tell me you used a-"
Protoman held up his plasma cannon. The rim of the barrel was charred black, cracked like cooled lava.
"Oh, Blues. The blowback... the fallout. Your EPROM must be-"
"Plasma cannon's burnt out. Structural damage from the fight. Program assembly fading. Yeah, I'm not doing so hot." Protoman regained his composure and stood back up.
"Let's go the lab."
Dr. Light hustled to the next room. Protoman followed. Roll was stretched out one of the tables, cords snaking through her head.
"Roll?" he asked. "What happened?"
"She... she held onto the AI too long. It's my fault. I knew we had to get it out of her, but she insisted on staying. They were giving me a special award, and she passed out right on stage. I flew back without a word. I can't imagine what they think of me now."
Protoman's superior thinking let him deduce how she had gotten the AI in the first place. They had a similar neural interface -- he could see himself making the same rationalizations in the same circumstance.
He lay Mega Man on the empty gurney next to Roll. One of the monitors displayed a progress bar, with multiple lines of code scrolling at lightning speed. "What's this?"
"I'm transferring the AI out to my supercomputer now. It's grown so much. It has tremendous potential." A brief flicker of optimism returned to Light's voice. "It would be wrong to delete it now. Not for Roll's sacrifice. Not now that Roll and Mega Man are unsalvageable."
"Unsalvageable?"
Light nodded. "Her hardware's taxed. Her neural cortex has been corrupted beyond recognition. It still exists in hibernated state, but if I reactivate any part of her, it will burn out."
"So in human terms, she's a vegetable."
"And Mega Man is beyond repair. You... you're failing." Light bent over the console with the progress meter. He sighed. "So this marks the end of an age. The age of Light robotics. I wish it hadn't ended so... inauspiciously."
"No new bodies?" Protoman asked.
"I would never do that." Light shook his head. "It wouldn't be the same. Hardware is inextricably linked with software when it comes to AI. They wouldn't be the same people. Some materials aren't even available anymore."
"Then new ones?"
Light sadly smiled and shook his head again. "Look at me, Blues." Light held out his wrists, as if shackled. "I'm old. My health is already starting to fail me. My hands cramp up after an hour at the keyboard. My heart clamps like a vice at the slightest stress. I'm sleeping more. I simply don't have enough time to dedicate to new innovations. It's over."
Protoman looked at his dewy eyes. He seemed to have aged seventy years in a single instant.
Light bent over the console, turning away from Protoman. "The world can never know what happened. This whole ordeal. If anyone found out what I'd done... Or what they've done..."
"They won't. That's guaranteed. Anyone who could confess is dead. Any evidence is missing or inconclusive."
"Good, good..." Light hobbled back to the monitors. "I guess that's it then. I don't know what you want to do, Protoman. I don't know how long you have before shutdown. A couple hours? Days?"
"Depends on how I allocate my systems. But it doesn't matter. Death is inevitable, always has been. You're right. It is the end of an age. I suppose the best thing, given the circumstances, would be for us all to go quietly."
Light nodded. "Yes. Yes, I suppose. That is a noble sentiment."
"But..." Protoman pointed to a third, unoccupied gurney next to Mega Man and Roll. "I do have one request though. Father."
&nsbp;
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