Ultron... U̻̟͎̰̼̝̞l̼̪̲̰̞̥t͓̻̲ṟ̭̲͓̖̦o̱̳̪̤̮ṋ͍͈̹̦̠͖ ... It was the name he had been given, and one he had
to continue on with, even if the guise of others were what had to be taken
in order to survive... He would forever remain as what he was born with...
The mark of his father, and the namesake of why he had been created. As
if he were stamped in time as with world’s coming of a new age, and he
would not wish to disappoint the herded masses.
Coming to a place, far, far away from where he had been quote-in-quote
‘destroyed’ by his own son... by his... Vision... When he had, in fact, been
spared by his only creation... The perfect image of what he was supposed
to be, and still... -- Still, they made him a slave... a puppet for their own bidding...
That is what they have done to my son. Something I choose to not become!
And so, he found himself at a building where he could start to rebuild himself...
Pieces were strung together, and machinery locking the parts in place...
Having had to be brought in a special shipment of adamantium in order to
complete himself... Before the transfer was done, and to do that - he did so
in secret... Not wanting to risk exposure to the world-wide-web just yet...
Placing the connection in the back of his mind, while locking it with the new
shell, and closing his eyes as the transfer was completed... Yet, midway during
the process, he could feel something was wrong...
Ignoring that, and it was his first mistake - for what he did not realize, was that
he was being watched... And a certain group was headed for his way... For the
one who had initially spared him - was the one who signaled his movement.
Of course, the newly reformed intelligence would not realize this completely
until his parade was interrupted... Opening his eyes slowly, Ultron took a slow
gaze around, and by now he could tell something was definitely wrong. Though,
he was in his new adamantium-covered self... Something about his newly-melded
armor just was not clicking fully, as if it were stiff and... just... wrong... The cable
was still plugged into the back of his skull, and that he was unable to remove --
Something else was keeping him down...
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