Gideon could feel an almost ecstatic glee as he plowed through the floors of his sister’s stupid company, making his way below where he knew he would find them.
His archenemies, those damn blobs and that foolish woman.
Granted, her advice did help him with his robots, allowing him to finally get them up to a competent standard.
Would he ever admit that she helped him figure it out?
It would be the coldest day in hell before that happened.
“Alright my soldiers, scatter, and find those flesh orbs, and that pretentious believer of friendship!”
“Gotcha boss.”
“We’re on it sir!”
“This is it, first a promotion, then my leading role!”
His three commanders set out to order the one hundred and twelve robots he brought with him, and soon the clanking of their metal bodies filled the echoing hallways of the secret laboratory.
At least, it should have been.
“W-What… is this?”
Gideon was no stranger to carnage, and certainly used to enjoy the pleasure that inflicting pain on others gave him.
Now, he couldn’t help but feel a bit queasy at the bodies that littered the hallways, many in scientists lab coats, but other’s in security garb.
He walked down the hallways, his robots giving him feedback as he ran his hands across the walls.
For many people, there is a term that they refer to when walls are very thin, or perhaps that it is easier to hear from despite the wall between them. It also referred to a situation when someone was capable of overhearing a conversation.
The term was, ‘the walls have ears,’ or so Gideon remembered.
For him however, wherever there was technology, the walls literally had ears, and thoughts.
And memories.
Gideon, freed from his sadistic bloodlust, and remembering the familial bonds he shared with his other siblings, stared in absolute horror as the technology fed him everything that happened within these walls.
The experiments.
The torture.
His sister being degloved like a… like an actual glove!
Aura being stabbed with syringes.
Monsters, monsters, and brainwashed heroes all worshiping a picture of his older sister’s face.
Gideon would have fallen to the ground were it not for his aide robot.
“Sir, you appear to be in a state of shock, request permission to assist?”
“...Yeah.”
Gideon put his weight on the sturdy bot as the memories flooded back into him.
His older sister’s plans.
Chimera, eating Crysa’s brain.
Yet… another Chimera saving Aura?
An olive skinned young man with syringes in his body.
An… older Chimera?
Gideon filtered the conversations the group of people had, analyzing the information as he compartmentalized the data and sorted out the important stuff.
His sister was being eaten by Chimera.
Another Chimera ran off with a scientist to find Liquid Nitrogen of all things.
His father was involved somehow, and despite being related, turned his sister into nothing but a brain.
And Monica was helping him.
Gideon gritted his teeth.
Those bastards… my own family… and then there’s Chimera!
An unholy rage took hold of Gideon as he called forth all the technology from the walls and ceilings, the mech suits in hangars and the robots that were turned off in the garages.
Luckily for him, this laboratory had a lot of tech simply lying around for him.
And he was going to unleash hell on a lot of fools with it.
Hold on Crysa!
…
Obey…
Kill them all…
Devour their essence…
Chimera lulled in her mind as she felt her body move around against her will, a slave to the power she was engulfed by.
She knew it was wrong, knew that she didn’t want any of this.
The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.
But it was impossible to disobey.
Whatever had jacked her body was also keeping her out of it, and she felt like an outsider inside her own flesh.
Thrown in a compartment of her own mind, Chimera was locked out, unable to even lift a finger in the real world.
She tried to reach out to Sarah and her clones, but the pathways were riddled with enemies, and she was worried She would use them to reach her friends.
Wait…
They would help her though, her friends.
Why did she just…?
Chimera shook her metaphorical head as she pressed against the prison she found herself in.
“I’ve got to think, the memories are there, the knowledge is right in front of me. I can beat this.”
She sifted through her thoughts, careful not to alert the she-devils that were parading around her mind, forcing her to kill and devour.
Chimera grabbed a hold of some of her brain matter, and stuck it inside her.
Not mine.
Chimera kept searching.
Something in her must be able to help her.
Something that would free her from the control she was under.
Something hit her.
It was like a hallway had opened up into her cage, and Chimera latched onto it like a life preserver.
“No time, what do you need to free yourself?!”
Chimera felt the familiar surety of Sarah’s mind as she reached out to grab hold of her.
No!
Chimera was tainted, she was cursed with she-devils!
She couldn’t expose Sarah to it.
“I’m trapped in here, she-devils are running around my brain like BDSM dancers, and I can’t think straight! Don’t come near me! Find that bastard, he can get me out of here!”
“What bastard?”
Sarah stared at her like she was already crazy.
Chimera knew though, the crazy stuff was outside of the cage.
“Find Gideon!”
The Hallways was assaulted, and the she-devils, all wearing her own face started snickering and throwing fireballs at the stairway to heaven.
Chimera smacked them out of the way, but one of the belly dancers made a bee-line for her and wrapped her up, throwing her back inside the mind cage.
“Find him!”
Chimera felt the warmth of the tunnel recede, and the cold recess of her mind retreated back into itself, surrounding her with broken images and false memories.
Got to keep myself sane, I’ll get out of here… right?
…
Meghan smiled as she watched her Botty’s assemble across the five tower structures spread across New Terra City.
She, a gestalt super-intelligence now that she had merged with her 3-D Printer as well as a few of her friendly machines, was rather proud that said friends took to the task of analyzing the towers and finding their structural weaknesses.
She didn’t even have to tell them to.
Being so connected to them all at once, the love and good vibes that they bounced off each other seemed to feel Meghan’s soul with all the good feels.
Before, it was always surface level, always like an outsider looking in and being able to touch a thing here and there.
Now?
“Reinforced carbon-nanotube fibers inlaid with some super technology that according to the recent haul, has ties to this Zlo character that people talked about.”
Running through the data she received, (and the appropriated treasure trove of information she and her friends *ahem* Liberated from the Hero’s League Headquarters), Meghan had a feeling she had finally figured out the plans of the one responsible.
The clone child between an native alien of Asta, and the half-alien half-human hybrid that became their legacy.
Margaret Bockman, or the Alien creature that was taken in by the black ops version of the Hero’s League, was responsible.
Her clone, a child named Monica Bockman.
The Donor? A man by the name of Tiberius Poxus.
But the data didn’t stop there, and Meghan felt a pang in her humanity as she realized that her friend was in fact, a science experiment, even before she turned into a blob.
There was no father for Sarah and Aden, if you could even count Dr. Pox as one.
Test tube babies, used for illegal experiments by the Hero’s League to study the Alien DNA of the Teras’emon.
Which led to the spread of superhumans, and the Hero’s League.
Lives changed forever because of a few experiments and no morals.
Seeing what she was now, Meghan could hardly call them evil, for as long as humanity was alive they would always try to push for more.
It was how their ancestors left Earth after all.
What she didn’t like, what was starting to overheat her servos, was the fact that people were suffering because of it.
Quick and clean, no torture, no… brutality necessary. That was how it should have been, how it should be for any experiment.
No lives are ever unaffected when something is tested, even the smallest white rat in the test chamber may die.
But it was always with a purpose!
Death should not be without meaning!
Meghan may not have liked her fellow humans, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see them suffer unneccessarily.
Meghan took a moment to tap into the camera feeds across the city, her mind spreading with the images she was seeing.
Bodies, both large and small.
Destruction, devastation and turmoil in the eyes of those still fleeing for their lives.
Some holding on, others breaking down in the streets as they held their loved ones.
Just… What was all this for? Progress? To achieve a new level for humanity? A master race? A slave race?
Meghan looked up into the sky, the cameras pointed to the heavens to see the ball of light that was gathering in space.
Meghan decided right then.
She would ask the woman named Monica Ferrous, the half-alien hybrid experiment turned supervillainess.
Right before she ripped the filthy xeno scum’s heart, lungs and spine out.
“Humanity number one, always.”
She spread a thought to her Bottys as they got to work, breaking down the energy syphoning towers and redirecting the energy back into the city shield’s system.
Bubbles of glowing light slowly came up around the various sectors, a brilliant haze of shimmering blue covered the sky before becoming transparent.
The Ball in the sky started to fall, but not before Meghan activated the emergency generators below the Headquarters, causing a surge of power to light the bubbles of safety.
The Ball hit, shook the entire city with its explosion…
And faded without a cloud in sight.
“The world’s saved, but I’m sure no one’s going to thank us for it. Machines always get shit done, but it’s the humans who take credit for it. Not that we’re complaining.”
She pumped her arm as she let out a cheer, the roar of her Botty’s cascading with her own.
In a language no coder or human could understand, the city of New Terra was saved to the sounds of roaring whirs and clicks of tiny and not so tiny robots.
…