The Greatest Robotics Genius on Earth!

A Citta Alveare affiliated RP blog for Doctor Albert W. Wily Nobody|Gamma

[skullmachinery-blog]

Dr. Wily is just

gonna go ahead and

sit in a corner and scream

[drn008]

“No…I can’t say that I have noticed, but then again, I am not Time Man. This sort of thing is not my specialty.” Elec Man listens to the rest of Wily’s explanation as he draws a hand to his chin, rubbing it as he examine the man. He was different. No longer was he the chaotic man Elec had known, but now he seemed so. Calm. And boring.

“Perhaps something has happened to you as well, Doctor? Who could really say?”

Elec Man listened to the senile old man continue to prattle on, hardly listening until he heard his final words. A power source? Is that all he was to this man, to this human, this organic? Just a source for poer to be discarded after Wily was done with him? He didn’t think so!

The robot master stretched his arm out and grabbed Dr. Wily by the collar, raising him into the air as he leaned in to talk to him.

“Do you think I’m here for your usage, human?”

“I’m MUCH greater than that! I am not here to serve you!”

[skullmachinery-blog]

Albert’s nonchalance at being lifted off his feet by an angry robot with the approximate energy output of a power plant might seem unjustified in the extreme, but things had finally clicked for him. Elec Man might find being used as a power generator distasteful at times, depending on what he was charging, but he never would react this angrily. Except for so long ago, when everything had all begun. When Wily had stolen the first Robot Masters. Wily had to resist cackling. That was over, he didn’t do that anymore. He would never have the recognition he’d always wanted, but he had seen the error of his ways.

“Greater than that? It’s what you were made for, Elec Man. It’s your purpose. And you’ve never minded it. This? Isn’t you.”

It was clear to him, now, that the time distortion had brought Elec Man back to his state when Wily had controlled him. And control him Wily had, even if Elec Man didn’t quite realise it. It is a great fool who would make a superweapon without a way to control it, Wily thought.

“Put me down, Elec Man,” he commanded, a warning tone entering his voice.

[anonymusvocaloid]

She realized she forgot to turn off her scanners. “Gomen..I sometimes forget to deactivate them.” She deactivated the scans and her eyes returned to normal. “Yes I am considered to be a robot or android but my classification is Vocaloid. I was created to be like what you humans call singing idols. My name is Vocaloid 3 Anon.” She introduced smiling as Wiley thanked her. “And you are welcome sir. Is it a human thing to degrade in senses?” She was curious to learn more about humans. “I was just taking a walk when I came across you..” She explained.

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Nothing to apologise for!” Albert assured. He pondered her choice of words. Japanese, then? That, or someone with an odd and misplaced affection for their culture, rather like a certain other robot he could name.

“Hm. Fascinating. Well, then, i am pleased to meet you, Anon!” Albert chuckled. “Ah, if only some of my own robots were here. I imagine Shade Man would be pleased as punch to meet a fellow robot singer!”

In answer to Anon’s question, Wily fingered the arms of his glasses and said:

“Ah, yes, I’m afraid so. Humans don’t live forever, I’m afraid, and our bodies do tend to break down as we grow old. My sight isn’t the only thing that’s going,” he added, tapping the white plastic hearing aid in his ear.

[conwellrain]

The 70th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to dropping their ice cream cone.

[skullmachinery-blog]

[virusbusterexe-deactivated20160]

“Don’t even try it! Now I know you dragged me to…wherever this is! Besides, ‘harmless’? You? Tell that to when you tried to cause a nuclear winter, you no-good terrorist!!”

At the mention of the Laws of Robotics, which of course only existed in a reality where proper robots were found, MegaMan rolled his eyes.

“Laws of Robotics? Honestly, stop trying to make things up!” He trained his aim on him. “Now, put hands on your head! I can’t imagine getting pelted by these rapid-fire wouldn’t leave a mark!”

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Nuclear winter? Me? The errors only get worse!”

“Listen here, you little imbecile! I don’t know what’s wrong with your programming, but know this! I would never do any such thing! I only want the best for my world! I would never do anything of the sort! And I didn’t bring you here, either. Are you such an idiot that you can’t even see that I am as much a victim as-”

Dr. Wily was cut off by MegaMan’s threat before he could finish his rant, and, cowering, quickly did as he was told. Admittedly, a BB gun wouldn’t kill him, but damned if it wouldn’t hurt.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” 

Dear DaVinci! Dr. Wily thought, if Mega Man has become so glitched that he cannot even remember the Laws, then it may well be that nothing can save me! How can I reason with a robot that has lost its mind?

[virusbusterexe-deactivated20160]

“Tch… Just our fault for thinking you’d ever learn. Even after WWW disbanded, you just can’t let it go, can you?”

He seems to have ignored the shoddy programming crack, as well as the “Thomas” namedrop, a little too absorbed in his own disappointment.

“Well…at least that explains pretty much everything. Even how my terminal’s been restricted.” He glares at the old man. “Well, maybe I’ve been reduced to shooting BBs, but I’ll fire every last one of them at YOU if you don’t stand down now!” 

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Ford’s ghost! It’s worse than I thought! What in the name of Tesla’s pigeons is a ‘WWW’? And I can’t imagine many logic errors must you be experiencing to think that I am attacking you right now!”

He almost launches into a rant about his genius when the comment about his being unable to let go registers, but he remembers that he’s supposed to be reformed at the last second.

“Besides, you can’t shoot a harmless old man, can you? The Laws of Robotics forbid it!"

[virusbusterexe-deactivated20160]

“I thought you turned yourself into the Net Police, Wily–!”

[skullmachinery-blog]

“What in Einstein’s name are you going on about, Mega Man? Are you malfunctioning? Is Thomas’ shoddy programming finally breaking down?"

[iceflurries-blog]

“Hello, mister. I’m looking for a way to return home, but people have been saying there isn’t one. Is that true?” Elsa’s mind and body had regressed to that of a child, but even as an eight year-old, she possessed enough self-restraint not to burst into tears when separated from her parents. Still, her voice sounded thin and uneasy, as any child would be in this situation.

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Ah...”

Albert shook his head, sadly.

“No, I’m afraid that no one has yet found a way out of here. Even I, in all my brilliance, have had no success. Of course,” he added, smiling kindly, “I have in recent years come to see that I am not so smart as I would like to think. Perhaps there is yet a way unfound.”

The old man held out a hand to the child.

“If your parents aren’t here, then, please, allow this old man to aid you in some way. It would be the least I can do. When was the last time you ate? Do you have anywhere to stay?”

[drn008]

He almost didn’t recognize him without the…hair.  Elec Man narrowed his optics at the old man before him, still trying to confirm whether or not it was really him, but once he spoke, it was confirmed. Elec Man scowled as Dr. Wily grabbed his hand, and he looked down at said hands, rather than at Dr. Wily himself.

“….Dr….Wily.”

He spoke slowly, as if he was still trying to put pieces together.

“The time distortion?” Elec Man had no idea what he was talking about. If there was anything going on in this city, it hadn’t affected him. He felt better than ever! As Dr. Wily motioned to walk away, Elec Man ripped his hands free and wiped them off on himself, making a quiet disgusted noise as he followed.

This wasn’t the Wily he knew. This wasn’t the easily controllable pawn he’d already planned to make work for him to raise his revolution. But for now, he’d have to believe Elec Man was in on this, and so he followed.

“Could you, doctor? I’d be more than glad to assist.”

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Ah,” Dr. Wily grimaced, “if you haven’t noticed, then I presume you have been. Huge swaths of the population of this city have begun finding themselves sent back and forth along their personal timelines. Some people have gained decades in a day, others find themselves children again. Not only that, but time seems to progressing differently in each sector - here, it is day, but elsewhere it might be night - perhaps a week ahead, even!” Of course, it had yet to click for Albert that he, too, was being affected.

He shook his head. Elec Man was acting somewhat oddly, certainly, but not too much unlike normal. That thing with the hands had been terribly rude, but within the parameters of what he’d come to expect from the vain Lightbot.

“Never mind. Affected or not, I’m glad for your help. Come along!” He beckoned.

“I am trying to investigate the temporal distortion - find what is causing it, and stop it. The first thing to do is to gather equipment! At least with you around, I won’t need to expend anything on a power source.”

[anonymusvocaloid]

“Man? I am a girl..” Anon spoke but seeing that this man needed help and seemed to be looking for something her eyes glowed with her scanners and found a pair of glasses. “Are these..yours..?” She tilted her head as she handed him the glasses to Wily at first but placed them on his head. “There ya go..” She smiled cutely at him. Her eyes were still in scanner mode.

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Oh! I am so terribly sorry, young lady! Please, excuse me, my eyesight is not what it-” Albert was interrupted by the girl sliding his glasses on to his face.

“Ah, thank you,” he said, taking a moment to adjust them to his liking. He sighed. It wasn’t just his eyesight that was going; his hearing, and his health in general, in fact. He didn’t have more than a few years more by this point. He lamented that that meant he’d probably have to leave Zero buried - he’d never have enough time to convert the android for peaceful purposes, and anyone else who tried would be more likely than not to die.

His internal musing was interrupted, though, when he caught sight of the girl’s eyes.

“Ah! Your eyes...” He trailed off.

“Pardon my rudeness, but... How did you come to have eyes like that? Are you a robot, or a cyborg?”

[alientie-blog]

Damn. Mulder should be savvy enough to know that every bit of truth came with a price. He’d risked his life on a semi-weekly basis for about a year to meet up secretly with Deep Throat.

“You mean you want something? What do you want?”

He tried to calculate exactly how much this information could be worth. A lot. Anything about otherworldly beings was of great value to him, he couldn’t deny that.

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Oh, nothing monetary,” Dr. Wily scoffed, “I, quite wisely it seems, was careful to have a large amount of hard cash on my person at all times in case of emergency at the time I was taken here... Not quite the sort of emergency I was expecting, mind you. No, what I’m looking for is...” He grimaced.

“... assistance. As much as it pains me to admit it, without my robot servants and the X Foundation’s resources, I am having some difficulty getting my ambitions in motion.”

It really pained him to admit it, but another pair of helping would be as if a godsend. He’d begun construction on a robot for just that purpose, but production was slow, very slow. ‘It-only-has-one-arm-and-half-its-chest’ slow.

“So! You agree to a period of servitude under me, and I will pay you with all the information I have on alien beings!”

[skullmachinery-blog]

“Another one!? There’s two of him now!? Im-impossible!”

[skullmachinery-blog]

@drn008

The elderly scientist gave a brief start at the sight of the familiar frame of a familiar robot, the only one he’d seen in some time. He would’ve preferred one of his own creations, but one takes what one can get, after all.

“Elec Man!” He said, clasping the robot’s hand in his own, “so good to see a friendly face here! Have you been affected by this time distortion? I know you have a certain amount of immunity to such things, but this is far beyond the scale of things like the Time Slow... Oh, never mind. Come along! I could use a hand.”

[skullmachinery-blog]

@corvidesque

Dr. Wily gave a pause in mid-step on seeing the ears of the boy, but he shook it off. As far as this city went, it wasn’t that strange. And the boy looked to be a teenager, to the good doctor’s eyes, and teenagers were always doing stupid and bizarre things to their own bodies. Either way, he looked like the least temporally-confused person nearby, and he really needed help.

“You there, young man! Could you perhaps take the time out of your day to assist a humble old man in his investigations?”

[skullmachinery-blog]

@iceflurries

“Excuse me, young woman?” Albert asked, gently tapping her on the shoulder as he came up from behind. Honestly! He’d noticed it before, but it had never quite clicked in his mind before now, now he was older, wiser, understood more. The way children were brought to this world, separated from their parents, and simply left to fend for themselves was simply abominable.

Although, given the temporal anomalies that suddenly plagued this city, he supposed they might not have been brought here a child.

“Should a little girl like you really be out on her own?”

[skullmachinery-blog]

@anonymusvocaloid

“My glasses!” The elderly Dr. Wily cried. He’d just been minding his own business, walking down the sidewalk, when some inconsiderate buffoon had rushed past, shoving him aside! The unexpected jolt had knocked his glasses free of his face, and now...

“I can’t see without them!” He grumbled as he got down on all fours to feel around the pavement for them. Then- 

He squinted at the brightly-dressed person who’d stopped just nearby. Hopefully, that meant they were inclined to help.

“Excuse me, young...” He squinted, trying to make some sense of the blurry shape, “... man? Can you help me?”

[skullmachinery-blog]

Alright! For this event, the good doctor will be going forwards in time - 37.426 years, specifically! If you recognize that timeframe, good for you.

What this means, is that this is a Dr. Wily who is practically dying of old age, and who has apparently reformed - but, as soon as he gets the opportunity, will go right back to his old ways. He’s a lot softer in manner and far more polite, among other things.

Like for an event starter! Cap at five. Castmates excluded.