Post by メタルヒーロー on Sept 5, 2018 19:35:50 GMT -5
The Antarctic continent. Wind that beats like the wings of an eagle, cold that strips the flesh off the bone. The southern realm exposes man’s soul to the elements. The azure sky that stretched into the horizon did not betray temperatures of minus 25 degrees Celsius.
A pair of scientists bundled in down coats with wooly hoods stand underneath a tent and surrounded by heaters. They watch him from afar. Frost has collected upon their beards from the flurries that whip across the glacier. Just beyond the horizon sits rectangular beige buildings and scattered blue and green CONEX boxes, insulated shipping containers that have become additions to the Showa Station, Japan’s permanent research station on the ice.
But to an entity more than man, this sheet of ice acts a refuge. A site of healing. METAL HERO, the most advanced cyborg ever fashioned by the tools of man, traveled to the ice. Petals of snow collected on the obsidian glass helmet through which his optical sensors perceived the world. Collected data. Executed the mission.
The Mission.
Open hands become clinched fists.
At this moment, METAL HERO turns to stare down the two men with the crimson, laser-like eye with cruel and hawk-like intensity.
He walks toward them, the metallic and mechanical footfalls echoing as he approaches.
Now he stands before the two scientists. They cower before the matte black, muscular cybernetic body of the Atomic Assassin. His cold, glassy helm seems to stare at them.
He thrusts a finger into the air that directs the scientists to leave him.
A pair of scientists bundled in down coats with wooly hoods stand underneath a tent and surrounded by heaters. They watch him from afar. Frost has collected upon their beards from the flurries that whip across the glacier. Just beyond the horizon sits rectangular beige buildings and scattered blue and green CONEX boxes, insulated shipping containers that have become additions to the Showa Station, Japan’s permanent research station on the ice.
“How long has he stood there, Takeshi-kun?”
“Over seventy-two hours.”
“Is something the matter with his programming?”
“The most recent batch file has so many commands that his processor is running hotter than his coolant can handle. He’s programmed to seek out colder environments in the event that he starts to overheat.”
“Over seventy-two hours.”
“Is something the matter with his programming?”
“The most recent batch file has so many commands that his processor is running hotter than his coolant can handle. He’s programmed to seek out colder environments in the event that he starts to overheat.”
But to an entity more than man, this sheet of ice acts a refuge. A site of healing. METAL HERO, the most advanced cyborg ever fashioned by the tools of man, traveled to the ice. Petals of snow collected on the obsidian glass helmet through which his optical sensors perceived the world. Collected data. Executed the mission.
The Mission.
Open hands become clinched fists.
“But why here? I mean, why travel all the way to Showa Station? Couldn’t he have found a freezer somewhere and stashed himself there?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe he just needs to be alone.”
“Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe he just needs to be alone.”
At this moment, METAL HERO turns to stare down the two men with the crimson, laser-like eye with cruel and hawk-like intensity.
Fools. You know nothing of the ice, of its history. My history. After the U.S. attempted to kill me with its Terrible Weapon, I fled with my injuries to this location where my irradiated body could not harm a living soul. This research station was built to serve as a place of maintenance where loyal scientists conducted repairs on my chassis.
“So, you’re back here to relive the past?”
He walks toward them, the metallic and mechanical footfalls echoing as he approaches.
The events of my match against Lynx showed the weaknesses in my program. Such an enigmatic, unknown competitor. A man for whom I had no records to construct a strategic profile. MAX-J has attracted competitors from all the corners of the earth, many of them unsung warriors or quiet masters who seek a worthy fight, much like myself.
This tour the fighters of Lion’s Road will descend upon Japan. Indeed, despite that they attempted to destroy me, I still have an affinity for the Americans. They made me the most powerful being in the universe. Along with my fellow countrymen in Japan, together we fought to prevent the bloodshed and create a more peaceful earth. In a way, I can understand their decision to drop the bomb on me. They feared what I might become.
This tour the fighters of Lion’s Road will descend upon Japan. Indeed, despite that they attempted to destroy me, I still have an affinity for the Americans. They made me the most powerful being in the universe. Along with my fellow countrymen in Japan, together we fought to prevent the bloodshed and create a more peaceful earth. In a way, I can understand their decision to drop the bomb on me. They feared what I might become.
Now he stands before the two scientists. They cower before the matte black, muscular cybernetic body of the Atomic Assassin. His cold, glassy helm seems to stare at them.
I have become too reliant on data. I need an environment where I can train without limits, a land not owned by man, a realm that rejects human frailty. Out in this unforgiving wilderness I will free myself from the confines of data and analysis, my cybernetic basis, and reinvigorate the survival instinct, that great human trait which has propelled man to rule the earth.
He thrusts a finger into the air that directs the scientists to leave him.
Go! It is not safe for you here. For when I reconnect the murderous, barbaric tenacity of mankind with my superior intelligence and analytical capabilities, I will know no rival.
At that point I cannot promise protection.
For my unbridled power may destroy the entire human race!
At that point I cannot promise protection.
For my unbridled power may destroy the entire human race!