From what my memory banks tell me, it seems that it had only been a few weeks after the destruction of the Metarex that my story began. At the time, everyone was still getting over the adventure but was slowly returning to their daily lives almost as if it had never happened.
Sonic was, in a sense, still Sonic. He still maintained the spirit of freedom that made him unique to everyone else and couldn't stand to be in one place more than a few minutes. Everyone seemed to like him for his carefree attitude; I wouldn't come to understand why he was liked so much until after our first encounter. His friend, Tails, was still recovering from Cosmo's demise, but was supposedly getting along just fine; looking back now, I still wonder how some friends can be so stupid as to believe something like that
..but I digress. Knuckles had returned to his duty of guarding the Master Emerald
.and that's pretty much it; I guess he really didn't have anything else to do in his spare time. Cream was Cream, with almost any difference at all
..the same went for her mother. I guess when you're simple-minded, it doesn't take a lot to make you happy. Vector, Charmy and Espio were back at their old detective jobs, while Shadow and Rouge dropped off the map completely. In a way, I suppose that was a good thing. If they had been there, there's a chance that I might have never become what I am now
I still remember the day I met him
..my loathsome copy. It was a bright, sunny day out without a single cloud in the sky. It was the perfect day to be outside and, as it turned out, the perfect day for a picnic. Apparently, Amy thought this to a great extent and decided to invite Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and even Cream out for such an event. Knowing Amy, she probably told them all herself; she always is
a social creature. The doctor apparently had a bug on her at the time that Bokkun had managed to slip on her during the night; Eggman wanted most if not all of them together in order to make his next move more public. He never was the subtle type. Sonic had just foiled another one of his plans not too long ago, and the doctor was steaming mad about it. Yet somehow, despite that frustration, he handled this encounter quite well.
When the doctor arrived, it was in that hideous flying orb of a chair
I always thought he looked stupid in it, but what did I know; at the time, I literally was just born yesterday. Decoe and Bocoe were both at his side, as usual, with Bokkun not too far behind. Me? My entrance was to be a grand one, and I was waiting back at the fortress until the doctor gave me the signal.
He approached the group as he usually did, with too much boastfulness.
Eggman: Ah, Sonic! I didn't realize that you actually could stand still long enough for a picnic. How quaint.
Sonic: Eggman, do we really have to go through this again? You know that you can't beat me in a fair fight.
Eggman: Ohohohohoho! Right you are Sonic; that's why I'm just here to say hello
and to introduce a guest I'd like you to meet.
Tails: Guest? The only people I see are you and those three.
Decoe: Hey, don't act like we're not important enough to have our name said!
Eggman: Shut up Decoe. You are correct, my little fox, but this guest needs a special introduction. Here, take a look at this.
Eggman held up a digital tracking array, or as I would prefer to call it, a visualizer for homing beacons. On the image was a map of the area, and right near where his fortress was, there was a single dot: the dot where he had left me and the tracking device attached to my neural network.
Eggman: You see this? This is where my latest creation is, waiting for my order to come here. I bet you can't guess what it is.
Amy: Ugh, we're tired of these stupid games. Why don't you just leave us alone so we can enjoy our picnic?
Sonic: You heard the girl.
Eggman: What!? Why you little
fine! Don't want to play games? That's fine, because it doesn't matter anyways. Get a load of this!
At that moment, the doctor used the device to send me a signal; it was finally time for my entrance. I had already been briefed on the target and his friends, so I pretty much knew what I was getting myself into. Every single machine built by the doctor has, in one way or another, failed. I was his ultimate project, and I couldn't let him down.
The moment I received the signal, I activated my internal boosters and rocketed off. The doctor had been very careful to install this system in my body; if he had miscalculated the force it would impart by even a small amount, it could have easily blown me apart. But it didn't; it just made me faster than anything he had ever built before. I traveled miles and miles at maximum speed, soaring across land that I had never seen before. I almost wished that I could have taken the time to stop and observe the world before flying straight past it, but now was not the time. It only took me 5.384 seconds to arrive at the doctor's position, the exact same time it would have taken for Sonic to do the same; unlike Sonic, however, my deceleration was not perfect, and my sudden arrival and immediate deceleration kicked up a massive dust cloud that obscured their vision. I could see them fine, but they couldn't see me
not at first. But then the dust cleared, and I finally stood face-to-face with the creature I had been built to resemble; less than a few inches of space were in between us. I still remember the shocked expression on his face, and the similar expressions the others had; I'm proud to say that my initial appearance even made Sonic flinch a little bit. They truly had never seen anything like me before, and that feeling would stay with them for the rest of their lives.
..What the heck is this!?
Cream: It looks scary
Knuckles: It looks just like Sonic!
I suppose that Knuckles was right, at least to some degree; his curious lack of common sense would leave this as one of his brighter moments in my memory banks. My thin but durable carbon-composite body was designed to emulate Sonic's proportions, and it did so quite well; the patience and the design the doctor had used for me was truly ahead of its time. The only thing that he couldn't replicate very well were his quills, but that was fine with me; the three metallic ones I had more than gave me the details needed to be a true replication of him. In our initial meeting, I had no idea what to expect from Sonic, despite the fact that I had been uploaded with every single reference the doctor could come up with and was programmed to do one thing and one thing only.
Eggman: Well, what do you think now? Pretty cool, huh?
Amy: What kind of robot is that? And how did manage to get here so fast?
Tails: I've never seen anything like it
Eggman: That's because this thing is the first of its kind. I honestly should have thought of this years ago: the best way to catch a hedgehog is to be one! Hahahahahaha!
Sonic: Whatever; it still isn't fast enough to catch me.
Eggman: That's where you're wrong Sonic. This masterpiece will move like you no matter what you possibly do, and it won't be second-guessed by any tricks you might have!
Sonic: I don't believe you, but if you're itching for a fight
how about a race?
Amy: Sonic, no! I called all of us here for a nice picnic, and I'm not going to lose this kind of alone-time, you got that!?
The two of them started bickering again. I wasn't used to seeing or hearing such pointless chatter at that time, but I already knew that it annoyed me
.that was something I'm pretty sure that the doctor didn't plan on programming into me. So, to say the least, I had already advanced farther than he had intended. A personality formed in me that day
..one that would shake the doctor to his core later on
The two of them just kept talking back and forth. Tails, Cream and Knuckles tried to break the two of them up, but it wasn't working; I guess Amy was in one of her desperate moods again. The doctor and those three pointless machines were just watching them, their heads turning back and forth as the conversation kept going on and on and on
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something; I couldn't handle the bickering. My programming snapped.
Metal Sonic: Enough!!!!!!!!!
The air was silent once again, and all eyes were on me.
Metal Sonic: I am Metal Sonic, the most powerful robot to ever be created. Are you going to race me or not!?
Even the doctor was taken aback at my response; I guess that he didn't expect me to respond like that. And, quite frankly, neither did I. Is that what I really thought? Or was I just angry that the attention had suddenly shifted from my grand entrance? I sort of feel like it may have been the latter option, but seeing as I hadn't been alive for more than a day, I didn't exactly trust my logic just yet.
Eggman: There's no need to act like that. And I never actually gave you a name
Metal Sonic: I am his metal duplicate, and thus his counterpart. Now, are we going to race or not?
I never did understand why I chose to give myself an actual name, seeing as the doctor likely would have given me one
..but it didn't matter then, nor does it now.
Sonic: Fine by me. Let's see what you're made of!
Sonic sped off into the distance at full-speed, just as he always did.
Eggman: Get him! Take out that annoying hedgehog!
I merely nodded and powered up my boosters. The backlash sent Eggman and his machines flying back, while I quickly blasted off into the distance after my counterpart.
Knuckles: What in the heck?
Eggman: *cough, cough* That
.the strongest propulsion device I have ever created. The force from that device would tear apart a larger machine, but for my creation, it's nothing; his entire body is designed to handle extreme forces. Come on, you three! We need to keep our sights on them! I want to see how this test-run goes.
Decoe and Bocoe: Roger!
The three of them moved off quickly in the distance, with Bokkun still choking on dust in the back.
Bokkun: Hey, wait for meeeeeeeeeeeee!
The entire group started to pursue Eggman, perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of my destruction. Or at least, that's what I think they were expecting
what they got was something entirely different.
As I blasted across the landscape, I started to wonder about my purpose. I had only been active for less than a day now, and yet I was already questioning the single order I had been given: to take out Sonic. What would I do after I completed my task? Was there even a purpose behind it? Would I survive? Or would I be junked? For some reason, I felt that these were questions that no ordinary machine would truly be thinking about
that for some reason, what I was thinking was different than what I should be thinking. At the moment, it didn't matter; after a few seconds, I managed to finally catch up with Sonic. The look on his face was priceless, a combination of surprise and dumb-struck, I would probably say.
..you really are fast. But is that all you can do?
He accelerated and sped off in front of me.
Metal Sonic: You haven't seen anything yet.
I pursued him with great haste, reaching his position again before taking aim. The doctor had been kind enough to grant me a few minor but impressive defensive weapons, and I was itching to use them. At the moment, the others were finally catching up to us, but only because the two of us had effectively been running circles, each trying to see who would fall first. When they were finally in view, I made my move. I activated what the doctor called the "Dark Shield" and plowed straight into Sonic. The sound of our impact was, to say the least a bit disturbing to everyone else their; I expected a softer sound when hitting him, but the impact was greater than I had anticipated. Sonic was knocked to the ground, but he got up again and quickly tried to do the same thing with me. The two of us launched at each other, back and forth, with neither side gaining any favor, while the others just looked on. But then that fox
Tails: Sonic, here!
That arrogant little fox threw him a ring. From what the doctor told me, this was the worst case scenario. I had to think fast
..what could I possibly do to stop him? A part of me started to panic, to worry
.that's something no ordinary robot should feel. But I was more angry than anything else. Was I really created just to be scrapped like another machine? No! I wouldn't let that happen; I didn't want to
That thought sent my circuits off and caused my internal power source to begin leaking, charging energy straight into my outer frame. It hurt so much
but I felt the power. I could see the power leaking over my entire body
Eggman's face suddenly went from perplexed to absolutely terrified.
Eggman: NO!!!! Not the V. Maximum Overdrive Attack!!! I haven't tested that yet!
Everything was a blur for a moment. Sonic was charging straight at me with that ring in his hand, ready to reduce me to nothing more than scrap
And then I let go. I charged him with all my might
..and I heard a sound. A devastating sound that was never meant to be heard
..a crunching noise, almost like a rock being smashed to pieces in a single blow
I fell to the ground, weakened; whatever I had just done, it cost me a lot of energy, and I could feel it. If I had lost any more, I likely would have shut down
..but I remained awake, and saw everything that followed my action. Sonic's body dropped to the ground with a dull thud, the ring landing only a short distance away. He wasn't moving at all.
That little girl ran over to him, her eyes filled with tears. The rest of his friends followed, rushing to his aid. He was still breathing, if that is any consolation. He was alive. But I hurt him; I hurt him badly. He could barely get up, and when he tried, he couldn't; apparently, the blow was so severe that, even with the power of the ring in his hands, I blew straight past him and broke his right leg. At the moment, I couldn't possibly describe what I felt
except pride. I expected praise for my accomplishment, but instead
Eggman: Metal, what have you done?!
That was the first time the doctor said the nickname I would be referred to the rest of my existence, though it rarely ever was used for praise, as I would soon learn.
Decoe: You idiot! What are you trying to do?
Bokoe: You could have gotten him killed! What were you thinking?
I was perplexed beyond belief. Was this not my purpose to take out this hedgehog? Was that not my order, or did he misspeak? I thought I had done what I was supposed to do
Metal Sonic: Your order was to take out the hedgehog. I am merely following my orders. Causing bodily harm is the most efficient way of 'taking it out'.
Decoe: That doesn't mean you have to destroy him! What's wrong with you?
Bocoe: And who are you to interpret your orders! You don't destroy something unless you're told to!
That's enough you two. This is my fault. I should have worked longer on his F.W.P.
Eggman just looked at them, remorse filling his eyes
it made me sick. He was my creator, but for some reason, that look made me want to hurt him
Eggman: Tails, Sonic
.all of you, I apologize. This lunkhead of a machine was my first attempt at a free will program, a program that could think and act for itself without any pre-dispositions in its programming. It seems that I may have made it too free on my part; interpreting my statement is clear evidence that I might have gone overboard. We will leave you at once.
I watched as he apologized to those creatures
and I hated it. He was apologizing for me being too free in my actions
too much everything
My power was draining fast, so I had to enter a hibernation mode to prevent my neural network from shutting down. I can still remember being heaped into the air by that fool Bokkun and carried like a sack of scrap metal. Was this really it? One day of existence
..what kind of an experience is that? I was designed to beat Sonic, and if he would have let me, I would have
I would have beaten him to the point where he would be no more. But he wouldn't let me. He cared for Sonic, seeing him as more of a rival than a true enemy. But I couldn't understand why
As I slowly entered hibernation, I wondered why all of these thoughts filled my head. Did the doctor give me too much information? Was I too life-like in my actions? Was I merely the prototype for something better?
.I didn't know what to think; I had only been created yesterday. Yet, for some reason, I felt a sense of purpose in this world. I felt like I belonged, even if I didn't have anything to validate my existence.
If this was free will...the absence of all pre-conceived notions of purpose and operation
a true clean slate
then I wanted it. I wanted to know more about my existence and that of others. But, more importantly, I wanted to hurt him. That blue hedgehog. I don't know why, but the fact that I was built to resemble him
it wasn't right. A part of me wanted him to go away because he had made me nothing more than scrap in the eyes of my creator
He was more than a target now: he was my enemy. And as far as I was concerned at the time
There could only be one Sonic.