Mega Man X ReActivated Preview
I still have yet to discover the missing link in my research. It has been weeks since I set off on my archeological expedition. Recently, I happened upon a breakthrough in my study about the flora of the Mesozoic period. I simply need to find a certain fossil to verify my findings. My calculations have brought me to an isolated location out in the wild. Here I have been actively searching for days upon end.
So far, all I have managed to find is mountains upon mountains of dirt. Many of this region's (excuse me) unique lifeforms have managed to discover me, however I do believe I can do without their hospitality. I had wanted to locate evidence of life, but not this kind. It does make me rethink my choice in wardrobe, something I need to take note of for my next expedition.
I fear this whole endeavor has been a blatant waste of time. Perhaps I should pack up my supplies and return to my home. I can go over my notes and locate another area to find the evidence for my theory. After all, what did I expect to find in such a -
Much to the surprise of Dr. Cain, he felt his foot slip through a softer patch of dirt. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to journal while walking. His whole body was thrown forward into the now exposed hole. He didn't yell as he slid downward. This was not the first time this had happened.
What was shocking to him was hitting a cool, tiled floor. You didn't run into one of those in the wild every day. Dr. Cain quickly popped back up, at least as quickly as he could at his age. He picked up his hat that had fallen during his descent and brushed the dirt off of it before placing it back on his head.
Surveying his surroundings, he let out a small gasp. From what he could make out from the little light from above, he was standing in the remains of a robotics lab. For a room seemingly lost to time, the technology within it seemed to rival that of modern times. Either the owner of this lab was ahead in technology or society had not improved technology as much as they thought they had.
Dr. Cain approached a table littered with pieces of metal and circuit boards. He picked up one of the metal pieces and was thrown off by how much it weighed. This was not the lightweight material they used today. He returned the metal to its place and ran a hand over the table. Layers of dust stuck to his hand, which he wiped against his shorts.
To the right was a desk covered with piles of papers. A supercomputer was mounted on the wall around it, though its monitors had long since expired their warranty. The model was ancient, but it seemed to have been upgraded from its original state. Cobwebs hung from nearly every surface, giving Dr. Cain flashbacks to that colony of… he moved on from the thought.
His eyes landed upon a photograph on the ground, sticking out of its broken frame. He picked it up and instantly recognized the man in it. Dr. Thomas Light. The Father of Robotics. Dr. Cain tried his best to stifle the fanboy in him. There were a few smaller figures in the image, but the picture was too aged to make out who they were. He felt a twinge of guilt for imposing on the century old lab, but as an archaeologist it was kind of his job to lurk and explore this kind of stuff so he continued.
Dr. Cain turned around, just now noticing the huge metal cylinder there. Its long side was facing horizontally, giving the archeologist the impression of a bed. A very strange bed indeed. For some inexplicable reason, it greatly piqued his curiosity. He approached it, circling to see it from other angles. Slowly, he reached out and wiped some dust from its surface.
Suddenly, the lab came to life. Lights flickered on, casting a blue glow to the room. Cain could hear the faint hum of technology working. A projection of Dr. Light came up a few feet from where he stood. He figured it was life sized, making the Doctor a lot shorter than he had imagined him to be. He ran a hand through the projection. It was incredible holographic technology for being from 20XX.
Despite the overwhelming feeling of awe, Dr. Cain managed to pull out a screen to record any message that played. He worried he would not be able to activate it again later, so he wanted to capture it. He frowned a little, seeing that he had cracked it slightly more during the fall, but he didn't mind too much as long as it worked.
DR THOMAS LIGHT, SEPTEMBER 18, 20XX
The voice of the man himself. It was like a time capsule. There were plenty of news reports and videos of Dr. Light from when he was alive a century ago, but something about this message seemed more personal.
"X" IS THE FIRST OF A NEW GENERATION OF ROBOTS WHICH CONTAIN AN INNOVATIVE NEW FEATURE - THE ABILITY TO THINK, FEEL, AND MAKE THEIR OWN DECISIONS. HOWEVER, THIS ABILITY COULD BE VERY DANGEROUS. IF "X" WERE TO BREAK THE FIRST RULE OF ROBOTICS, "A ROBOT MUST NEVER HARM A HUMAN BEING", THE RESULTS WOULD BE DISASTROUS AND I FEAR THAT NO FORCE ON EARTH COULD STOP HIM.
APPROXIMATELY 30 YEARS WILL BE REQUIRED BEFORE WE CAN SAFELY CONFIRM HIS RELIABILITY. UNFORTUNATELY, I WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE THAT DAY, NOR DO I HAVE ANYONE TO CARRY ON MY WORK. THEREFORE, I HAVE DECIDED TO SEAL HIM IN THIS CAPSULE WHICH WILL TEST HIS INTERNAL SYSTEMS UNTIL HIS RELIABILITY HAS BEEN CONFIRMED. PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB THE CAPSULE UNTIL THAT TIME.
"X" POSSESSES GREAT RISKS AS WELL AS GREAT POSSIBILITIES. I CAN ONLY HOPE FOR THE BEST.
The hologram flickered before shutting off, as though it was never there. Dr. Cain verified that the message properly recorded before putting his screen away.
X. Dr. Cain never recalled hearing about an X in terms of Dr. Light's numerous robotic projects. Then it came to him, as if a switch had been flipped in his head. He turned his attention back to the metal cylinder. Towards the top, there was a clear change in material. A small section was made of a strong glass, as it was still intact after all these years.
He cautiously wiped the years of dust from the glass and peered through. He had revealed a slumbering face. He was amazed by how realistic it looked. It resembled that of a 14 year old boy. He wore a blue helmet with a large red gem at its center. Dr. Cain could already tell this was in fact something - no - someone very special.
Dr. Cain smiled. "Hello there. Nice to meet you, X."