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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 8
Dr. Light did not react at first. "Roll, I am not in the mood for humor."
"I'm not joking."
"I know you're joking, because there's no way you can be pregnant. You are a robot."
"I know, but I still think it's true. I know it's not possible in the human sense."
"Roll!" Dr. Light said. "Enough. That is impossible in any sense. Why do you think you're pregnant?"
"I've been performing self-diagnostics over the past few days, and there's an anomaly in my AI matrix. I didn't notice it at first, because of its size. It looked like a minor memory leak, but it has been growing. Then I analyzed it and discovered that it's a completely autonomous AI subroutine. But it's been using memory resources from my subroutines to pull data from. Similar to a human pregnancy."
Light sat up in bed.
Roll continued, "I think... I think, somehow, part of Rock's programming code mixed with mine. I don't know how this could have happened except when we were... interacting."
Light sighed again -- he just couldn't seem to get his breath these days. He rotated and stood from the bed. "Come with me," he said. He led her out of his room and down to his laboratory. Each stayed silent on the way.
Light clenched his jaw. Either he was still so angry this was a drop in the bucket, or he didn't believe Roll in the least.
Once in the lab he attached a cord to a small port behind Roll's ear, then settled himself on the cushioned stool. After activating a few applications, Roll's activities were monitored. Any observer would see pie-charts, three-dimensional images, and progressing lines of code -- all incomprehensible to anyone except Light.
Green glare filled Light's eyes as he scanned the data. The most tedious part was eliminating everything that wasn't the answer. After that, he highlighted some tasks that might be the answer, but most were quickly eliminated with a little deduction. At least the mindless analyzation gave him a chance to forget about the matters at hand.
Until down at the bottom of the screen, one process was left highlighted in yellow. CPU usage, memory percentages, interrupt speed -- the line graphs flickered up and down like all the others. But unlike the others, its average unique I/O usage increased over time.
Light propped his chin on his elbow and let out a long "hmmmm".
"What?" Roll asked.
"I can't figure out this one... this process."
Roll hunched over Dr. Light's shoulder as he tapped the screen. "It's not behaving... well, behaving's not the right word. But it's not reacting like it should according to your hardware config. Sometimes it's overclocking, but sometimes it slows."
"That must be it. That's the..." Roll didn't know what word to use.
"It's a rogue program. It's an aberrancy."
"An aberrancy would be damaging my systems. This one's simply using them, like a symbiote."
Light accessed the process and ran an application to break down the rudimentary instructions fed in and out of the program. Lines of complicated assembly code, full of symbols never seen on a keyboard, scrolled past.
"It looks like... it looks like... well, that's weird," Light said.
"What?"
"I recognize some of the code in here. Some of it's from your AI matrix build. But there's some I thought was deactivated. It's like someone took both your builds and smashed them together. With random conflict resolution. It's like a..."
"Like Mendelian inheritance," Roll finished. "Half the random genetic code from each parent, but sometimes recessive genes are reactivated and others are suppressed."
"This... this can't be what I'm seeing."
"Dr. Light, I thought you would be happy. This is an amazing breakthrough. I don't know how it could have happened, but..."
Light rotated his chair to face her. The expression on his face, Roll hadn't seen since the last funeral he attended.
Roll continued, "I mean, I know the circumstances are not ideal. But this proves-"
"Roll," he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Okay, let's forget how this happened first of all. Ignore that." He looked up at her. "You do know that it is illegal for robots to create other robots, right?"
"But this isn't a robot. It's an AI."
"That's even worse. Robots cannot create other robots, because then they've gone beyond human control. That's one of the fundamentals of Dr. Wily's crimes."
"But Dr. Wily's is a human, motivated by power."
"Yes, but robotic reproduction is his weapon. This kind of genetic-style generation, it's exponential. It's not like humans that have twenty, thirty year periods between generations, with random mutations and slow evolution. An AI can analyze the mistakes and build better, then better and better. It could exceed the programmatic complexity ceiling in a matter of hours."
"I see. I can cordon off the AI from my resources. I suppose then it would either remain in stasis or degrade."
"No, don't do that either," he rubbed his forehead. "God, if I had more time," he muttered to himself. "Just let it do what it's doing now. Don't change anything. I'll... see about it when we get back."
Light unplugged Roll from the console. The screen blacked out in expected error.
"And do not..." He took a breath. "I can't believe I'm telling you this. Do not have any more sex. Even if you somehow find another robot to have sex with. I don't know what the effects would be, but it could cause corruption of the AI, either yours or its. Or create more AIs. Or usurp yours. In other words, it's unpredictable."
"I understand," Roll said. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. About everything. I never meant for-"
"No. No excuses. We'll deal with it when we get back. Let's focus on the conference for now. I'll revert your builds and rollback your memories and this whole ugly thing will be behind us."
"I like that idea," Roll said. Although she had qualms about having her memory erased, she knew it was for the greater good. And she trusted Dr. Light to make the right decisions. Ever since this change, her life had become a big mess. She would be glad for the chance to start over.

Dr. Light stepped through the revolving door and into the Yamadagiri Hotel. It was packed with a high school jock's worst nightmare: geeks with badly-trimmed goatees, obese nerds with bad skin, plain women with bobbed hair, geezers with liver spots and white hair. More people with glasses than without.
Light sighed. He felt at home.
Mega Man and Roll entered behind him, with Roll carrying Eddie.
"Roll, check in please." He handed her a card with a confirmation number.
Roll walked up to the front desk, glad to be able to step back from the group. The plane ride had been extremely tense, and not just because of their little secret. Mega Man had been giving her looks all day, but when she asked him about it, he said they meant nothing.
A media hovercam floated past, followed by a photographer holding a remote. It maneuvered above Light and flashed several times. Before Light could protest, a man in a suit walked up to them.
"Dr. Light," he said, shaking his hand, "Patron Steltzner, we met a long time ago during the VET symposium."
"Oh, yes," Dr. Light said, hiding his lack of recollection. He met so many people during these conferences, he could never keep them straight anymore.
"Are you all ready for tonight?"
"I hope to be. Speaking of... Rock," Light turned back to him, "Please go to the conference rooms and make sure things are set up for the opening ceremonies."
Mega Man nodded and headed further into the hotel, towards the large conference center where panels and discussions would take place over the next few days.
"Is Dr. Cossack here yet?" Light asked.
Steltzner looked confused, "Dr. Cossack said he wasn't feeling well enough to come."
"Oh, that's unfortunate. I hope it's nothing to do with his stroke last month," Dr. Light said.
"I hope so too. All the more important your being here is. He said he would be observing remotely, but unable to participate."
"That's a shame. I was hoping to see a friendly face here," Light said.
"There's a lot of friendly faces here," Steltzner said with a hint of indignance.
Light scoffed. "You haven't seen the news then, have you? You didn't see how Carvel railed me on Worldline."
Steltzner waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that. Carvel's a talking head blowhard. If he was in a car crash, he'd be his own airbag."
Light laughed, a big belly laugh that made him feel lighter and giddy. Roll came back to his side.
"We are checked in, Doctor," she said.
"Good," he said. "Take Eddie and unpack, please. I'm going to stay down here a while."
Roll nodded and headed off to the elevators. Eddie followed, pedaling his tiny feet. Was she relieved to hear the doctor laugh or saddened at being sent away? She wasn't sure.
But she was used to other humans ignoring her, humans who treated them as servants. Maybe Dr. Light distanced himself on purpose. Maybe he still needed more time to process it all.
The elevator car rose to the seventy-fifth floor, the penthouse suite. A condensed room of unmitigated luxury spread out before them -- panoramic windows, plush furniture and lighting, wine cabinet, a personal pool, fireplace, topped off with a gift bowl of fruit. Sadly, the doctor would use few of these amenities. Whenever he wasn't sleeping, he would be at the convention.
Eddie trotted onto the finely-threaded carpet.
"Bedroom, first," Roll said, knowing most items would be stored there.
The master bed chamber had more flowers, a wall-sconce, and a desk. Eddie hopped on the bed and opened his flip-top. As the items rematerialized within his cavity, Roll pulled them out and placed them in the dresser, closet, or wherever they belonged.
While performing this menial task, she ran another diagnostic on the symbiote AI, the eighty-third since she'd last talked to Dr. Light about it. She knew what this was, no matter what the doctor said -- a new intelligence inside her, composed from code of two parents, and developing into a sovereign entity. If that wasn't a pregnancy, she didn't know what was.
And if that was the case, what was she supposed to do next? Get married? To Rock? Her brother? Would they have the same last name?
Her research of incestuous relationships revealed no good news. To say nothing of the stigma. She never thought she would be associated with something as vulgar as primitive Appalachian hillbillies.
Eddie beeped, indicating he'd finished delivering all the bedroom items.
"Go to the kitchen and start unloading foodstuffs."
Eddie hopped off the bed and headed into the kitchen pantry. Light always brought some personal comestibles to replace those he had a distaste for. Especially coffee. He could rant about hotel-provided coffee for hours.
On her way to the kitchen, the living room door opened. She gasped, then relaxed when she saw Mega Man in the doorway.
"I thought you were checking on the conference rooms," she said.
"I was. I got done," he said. "Everything's set up. Microphones, tablets, audio configuration, backdrops. All the presentations are loaded and functioning."
"Oh. Good." She coughed. The room felt as uncomfortable as a wet sweater. She headed towards the kitchen. "Is Dr. Light still downstairs?"
"As far as I know. All his roboticist friends are there. They'll get together, talk about old times and swap stories. It's like this at every convention."
"Yeah," she said.
"So, you know... we got some time."
Roll stood straight up and put her hand on her hip. "Really? You're thinking about sex at a time like this?"
Mega Man shrugged. "It was a long flight."
"And after all that's happened?"
"Light's downstairs. He'll probably be down there for a while. Don't you feel... I don't know, backed up? Like needing to expunge something? Remove some corrupted data?" Rock rubbed his hand down one pant leg.
"No. I do not," Roll said. She walked to the couch and adjusted a pillow so she wouldn't have to meet Mega Man's gaze. "This was a mistake. I didn't know Dr. Light would feel so profoundly about it, but I've been regretful ever since."
"But it felt good, didn't it? Those screams of passion. The hunger in your eyes when you pulled me deeper into you."
"It did feel good. For us. But didn't you see the look in Light's eyes when he saw?"
"Dr. Light's applying it as a human problem. We knew that humans wouldn't understand. And he's going to revert the updates anyway. This'll all be erased. So what does it matter?"
Roll thought of the foreign routine in the back of her mind and Dr. Light's warning. The progress bar indicated 51% finished, with no errors found. "Look, I just don't want to anymore. Okay? It was fun while it lasted. But it's done now. We should stop, before we hurt more people around us."
"I don't understand. Why stop now? You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it." Mega Man's voice grew angry and accusatory tone. "You enjoyed every waking second of it."
Roll continued to straighten up things that didn't need to be straightened. Mega Man stepped behind her and squeezed her shoulders. "Come on, it can be fun again, I promise."
"No, Rock. I don't want to. It's over."
"Let's just go to the bedroom and see what happens. We won't know until we try again."
Fifty-seven percent. No errors detected. "No, Rock, stop it."
"Come on. You know you want to," he said forcefully. He went from squeezing her shoulders to pulling them towards the bedroom. Roll wriggled out of his grasp.
"I said stop it."
Mega Man puckered his lips. This indignance, this betrayal, was outlandish. "Hey," he grabbed her again. "Just give me a chance."
"No!"
"Fine, you want to play this game." He wheeled her around and shoved her to the couch. Roll had the same amount of the physical strength Rock did, but rarely used it. Plus, her resources were being spent on couching the AI routine.
As she flopped to the cushion, Roll said, "I'm not playing a game. I don't want to-"
"I don't care."
Roll tried to crawl around him. But Mega Man, experienced with dozens of battles needing precise timing, was prepared for that. He grabbed Roll as she passed by and yanked her around.
She couldn't break his grasp. She had no weapons, no combat experience. She couldn't contest with his strength.
"Look, you don't have to do anything. Just lie there," he said.
"No!" she shouted. Her twiggy arms jittered uselessly in his hold. He kept a tight grip on her wrists.
"Stop it. Just lie there and let me do my business," Rock said.
She tried to turn around, but ended up falling. She landed on her front, with her brother on top of her back.
"Fine, we'll do this the hard way," he said.
She tried to push up, but Mega Man held her down in such a position she couldn't get any leverage.
He pulled off one of her dress straps. She struggled so much her shoulder ripped through the other as he tried to slip it off.
"Stop squirming," he said. Mega Man hiked up her skirt and pulled off the flimsy white fabric, unveiling her creamy white ass. He grabbed one cheek and rolled it under his palm.
Roll twisted her hips to buck him off. Screaming would do no good -- they were isolated on the top floor. She had no emergency beacons or signals, like Rock did. If she couldn't fight back, at least he could make it difficult for him. Maybe so difficult he'd give up.
"Cut that out." Mega Man reached out and tapped her on the face. Not a slap, but hard enough to sting.
Roll froze. He'd hit her. Her brother had hit her. She bit her bottom lip and winced.
Mega Man bladed his hand and dragged his fingers from the tip of her vulva around to deep within her ass-crack. Not wet at all, but that hardly mattered.
Mega Man pulled her shoulders so she lay face up. The hardest part was pulling the dress down. He stopped when he got it below the curve of her young teenage breasts. Seeing her pink areolas was enough.
Rock pinched the nipple, making Roll shriek. She pushed against his chest, but before she made contact, his quick reflexes grabbed her. He pinned her wrists to the floor and, at the same time, dropped his torso so the tip of his dick touched her vulval lips.
Trapped, she laid there, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe it was better to let him do his business. It would be over quicker.
He curled his hips so his dick pressed in. With enough tries, the resistance faded, and he forced the last inches of his member into her pussy. He moved so fiercely, so deep, the only thing she could do was clench and whimper with each thrust. It was so quiet, she could hear the splashy noises of her own body.
"You like that?" Rock asked. "My hard cock in you? I'm cumming. I- unnh..." Mega Man strained forward. Roll felt something flood her crevice, but didn't look down. She had detached, recycling used CPU instructions.
Once the surge of energy and pleasure subsided, and the cravings for release drained away, he noticed Roll. Her head rested to the side, eyes glassy, marked with the trails of tears like war paint. She remained still, her labored breathing punctuated by hushed sobs.
He felt a pang of guilt, but just for a moment. She knew what they agreed on from the start. There was no reason she couldn't provide it.
But without responses, it was little different from masturbation. Worse than a sexbot. For all the effort and struggle, he barely felt satisfied.
"Sorry." He slid his cock out of her abrasive vagina. "Wasn't hardly worth it anyway."
He stood up and redressed properly, tucking his dick back in his pants. Roll wouldn't move.
"Can you get up?"
She nodded her head.
"Fine, whatever. I'm sorry. I... I'm going somewhere."
Roll did not see him. The ceiling composed her view -- the tiny popcorn bumps and their fractal nature. Her brother's footsteps moved away, and then she heard the door close.
Computationally, she knew how long she laid on the floor, but didn't bother checking. Five minutes. An hour? Couldn't have been more than an hour. She just didn't want to get up.
Getting up meant facing reality again. The reality where she had been... she couldn't bring herself to use the word. She didn't know what to feel -- it was like anything human had been stripped away. Like she was an object.
But she was an object, kind of. Was she an object meant for that? Was that always her purpose?
Was it her fault? Did she lead him on somehow? Maybe this was inevitable, from the way this whole thing started.
But she couldn't lay on the floor forever. Dr. Light would eventually come up, see his creation on the floor, awash in a sticky pool of fear, sweat, and cum.
She eased herself off the floor by her elbows. The pain in her lower regions sent lightning bolts into her, dozens of warnings and errors that needed to be acknowledged. They'd go away as code clean-up commenced.
Her panties were still around her ankles, a grim reminder of what happened. But it was as if nothing happened. It all seemed too normal. She pulled them up like she was getting dressed, not as if she'd just been...
She resnapped the dress, and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Everything appeared normal, except for a few stray hairs out of her ponytail, which she replaced. Perfectly normal, nothing wrong. She straightened out her dress and exited the penthouse to the elevator.
The lobby floor was twice as crowded as before. Old men and women in dress suits milled around, holding suitcases or cocktails. Little robots skittered around the floor, holding drink and snack trays, or cleaning up spills. Roll couldn't filter all the crowd noise.
She pulled down her dress again and entered the bar. They paid her little attention, just glances. But every glance felt like an accusation -- "we know what you did", "we know what you did".
Roll floated through the crowd, looking for Dr. Light, sinking into the darkness of the hotel bar. Faces like mannequins passed by, as real and empty as robots.
Dr. Light was near the back of the bar, in the dimmest of light, entertaining a circle of old friends. He looked terribly happy, doubled over with laughter about something. Probably old times, or funny stories that happened between meetings. He didn't even notice she was there. How fitting -- she felt invisible, locked in a bubble of her own shame.
Light noticed her approaching the conversation circle. "Roll?" he asked, with a slight slur. "Come here. You should hear about this, this new kind of titanium this fellow's talking about."
"Dr. Light..." she said. She wasn't sure how to speak anymore. What could she say? How could she say anything?
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I... I don't know. I feel dizzy."
"Dizzy? You-"
The dim lights dimmed more until they were black. She fell upwards, as if gravity disappeared. The abstract sensations were too much to comprehend. Her knees disappeared, and she fell to the ground.
"Roll!" Dr. Light shouted in the blackness.
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