A World Of Rotten Eggs (Eggman SI/The Boys)

A comedic take on the Boys would be them finding out that Homelander has a Powerless Twin Brother...with the hair color of the guy who plays him. He's basically got Homelander's hidden prickish nature on display, doesn't give two shits what anyone thinks of him, and is otherwise a man happy with his life.

He also has two kids, both starting to develop the same powers as their Uncle.

Which makes me wonder how Vought would react, what would they do to get at these Homelander tier children? And if they were sold on the Vought Hero thing, how would their Uncle react to them.

And what if...their father wasn't as powerless as he seemed?

Basically Hyperion/Superman whose powers were there since birth vs the Burn derived idea of his Powers manifesting around Puberty.

I would wonder how the Boys would react to him and him to them...

If he saved the Plane Homelander allowed to crash, the one whose controls Homelander wrecked...

And basically that he discovered tricks that Homelander didn't because of his lab upbringing...

Aka the physics defying telekinesis Superman has that allows him to grip things without them falling apart...
 
12: The More Things Change
Chapter 12

On the day before Translucent was going to die I had a morbid sort of feeling around me. It was like his ghost was already glaring at me. He wasn't dead yet, but I almost felt it. Like he was screaming 'why don't you save me!? Do something! Help!'

Eh, that was fair. I'd be pissed if someone decided to let me die instead of helping. But Translucent wasn't important to the world, and I had no real care for the guy beyond what I would feel for basic human life. Maybe I should have worried about that, morally speaking, but I decided to ignore it. I did feel for his family though...

There were other things to worry about.

CNN Broadcast

A very pretty blonde woman was speaking to the camera, looking stone-faced and professional in a manner that had become commonplace for broadcasters the world over. Which was in stark contrast to the news of the day.

"-and once again, our ongoing coverage of the new website, Eggs Over Heroes, apparently created by the supervillain Eggman. The US government has been urging people to avoid posting or visiting the website, but tech experts say the website's cybersecurity have made any attempt to prevent anyone from visiting or shutting it down nearly impossible, as well as unable to track back to its source. Some media personalities have come under fire for publicly posting on the site, but those who wish to be anonymous have been equally impossible to track."

"As for the actual content on the site, users have been able to post videos, images, status updates, and even play small video games. The biggest draw however has been a music video currently being played on the site."

A brief clip began to play of Eggman… dancing in the middle of a warehouse. He was swaying his hips from side to side, bouncing to the music.

"Evil grooooows in the dark!"

Eggman did a quick spin, shifting his rotund form with far more agility than one would expect. He continued to dance as robots began to enter the camera's view from the shadows. Motobugs rolling in, Buzz Bombers zomming through the air, Crabmeat's striding in sideways, a pair of massive Bamboo bears.

All of them dancing.

As the funky beats of The Poppy Family continued to play, Eggman did a dab, then shifted into a swaying cha-cha. The Bamboos did their own dance, Motobugs rolled in synchronization with the Buzz Bombers above, and the Crabmeats clapped their claws in beat with the tune.

"Evil grows in the dark
Where the sun it never shines
Evil grows in cracks and holes
And lives in people's minds"


The reporter returned on screen as the video played in the corner. "The video has already gained over 1.5 million views on its own website. On other social media sites, remixes, remakes, and parodies have exploded in popularity. The actual video has been uploaded on the same sites before being taken down, only to reappear almost immediately after. The description of the latest video reads, 'Keep trying idiots, I've got bots like you wouldn't believe!'"

The last was spoken almost flatly, but she was still clearly taken aback at that. "Along with those videos, footage of Eggman fighting The Deep and new member of the Seven, Starlight, has been uploaded, with music and editing as well. The Deep and Starlight were unavailable for comment, but they did win their fight, something Vought themselves pointed out, despite no arrest of Eggman himself."

"In other news-"

Annie January/Starlight

Annie sat in a park, staring out into the distance as she listened to her mother on the phone. "No, they were really excited after the fight. They started talking about how they would promote me from then on… No, Homelander wasn't there. He's really busy. Mom, I just want to say I-"

She stopped. Her mom was just overly excited. She could almost picture her exploding with joy and most likely cutting up magazines. "Okay, yeah mom. I need to go. I'll keep you in the loop. Yeah… I love you too."

Annie put down her phone and stared out at the park. Her hands were shaking.

Last night had been crazy. She'd fought a supervillain. A real one.

Eggman had seemed so funny on television. A goofy fat man with funny animal robots.

Then she'd had a bear hitting her harder than she'd ever been hit before, and suddenly everything changed. Back in Des Moines, she'd been in a few fights. Usually they were simple. She'd knock over some guys with her powers, get hit with some small caliber rounds in one circumstance. But nothing that hurt as much as that.

Those bears looked so stupid until they hit her. When she blocked their blows, she felt the bones in her arms crack. She could still taste blood in her mouth and remembering those explosions from those stupid monkey's bombs made her ears ring.

Annie had wanted to be a true hero for a long time. Not for the fame or fortune, but to do the right thing. And in some ways, that fight felt like the first time she'd come close.

Then it all came crashing down.

Vought had grabbed her and the Deep after the fight, bringing them back to the tower. There, the Vought lady, Ashley Barrett, the Director of Talent Relations, spoke to her. At first, things had been very normal. They asked what happened, who they fought, how the fight had gone and other usual things.

Then they played the music video.

Eggman had recorded the fight. He'd recorded it from multiple angles, with high-def images. Then he'd edited it and added a high energy beat while clips of the Deep and her fighting the robots played. They looked heroic. He'd cut out all the parts where she'd been terrified out of her mind.

Why would he do that? He had embarrassed the Seven before, now he was deliberately trying to make her and the Deep look good? She brought that up. Annie didn't get the response she expected.




"Who cares?"

Inside Vought, the night before she would end up walking over to the park, Annie stared at Ashley. The redheaded woman who had just spoken said the words so bluntly they didn't register for a moment.

"I mean-" Annie tried to figure out how to explain it. "Shouldn't we try to figure that out? We need to find out what his plans are, why he's doing this. If we can figure that out, we can stop him-"

"Oh come on Starlight, that's not important," Ashley said.

"Why wouldn't that be important!?"

"Well, it's not what we need to worry about," Ashley said in what she must have thought was a comforting way. "Starlight, think about it. We just got a big win against Eggman."

"He got away with 500,000 dollars."

"Chump change! I'm talking about the optics of this. We needed a win, and right now, you and the Deep look like you chased him off."

Because of a video Eggman made.

"So, we're going to make sure the public knows. We'll do some press tours, some interviews, film a commercial or two."

Ashley turned and looked over at the other two people in the room. "This is Seth and Evan from marketing, they have some brilliant ideas on how to capitalize on all the buzz. Gentlemen."

A young black man and an older white man. They immediately started talking, the black man, Seth apparently, starting.

"Oh yes, we are so excited for this. Okay, follow us on this. Small town Iowa girl comes into the big city and becomes an unexpected prodigy chosen for the Seven!"

The other man, Evan, took over. "Destined for greatness, chosen to fight alongside her heroes, when suddenly, bam!" he clapped his hands for dramatic effect. "A real supervillain comes out of the blue! Using automated machines to attack, to steal from the people, she and one of her greatest heroes fight side by side!"

Annie felt a small smile on her face at the description of that. That sounded good. Heroic, like she was doing the right thing. Then Seth spoke.

"Now, she gets into the fight. She's scared. She's terrified. But she pulls herself together, beats back the bad guy! And now, rather than cower in fear! She adapts, transforms!"

"Embraces her feminine strength!"

The pair was getting excited. Annie was starting to get worried.

"Preparing to fight off the forces of an evil manufacturer of automated robots, she reaches for that feminine strength, and prepares for the fight of her life!"

"Say hello to the new Staaaaarlight!"

A woman who had been standing calmly in the back of the room took a gold blanket off of a mannequin. Starlight noticed three things.

First, the gauntlets. Big looking, armored, made of metal, painted her white and gold colors.

Second, the boots. Also gold, but to the point of stupidity. They looked so damn heavy and shiny.

The last thing she noticed was the cleavage. The deep, deep cleavage, leaving everything open from the edges of her nipples to her groin.

Seth, Evan, and Ashley looked so proud. Annie felt horrified.

"...I'm not wearing that."

They looked at her like she'd asked them to kill puppies.

"What?" the woman who had pulled off the blanket said.

"Why not? It's beautiful," Ashley's supportive voice was gone. Now she sounded extremely hostile. Annie barely had time to wonder just how fake her earlier cheeriness had been before Seth spoke up.

"Yeah, look at it! We gave you armor! You know, so you could punch the robots harder!" He did some excited punching moves.

"I don't mind the gauntlets, but if you were going to give me armor, why did you leave my damn chest open?"

"...Because you're bulletproof?" Evan asked hesitantly.

"Bulletproof, not laserproof as far as I know, or whatever other stuff Eggman is going to bring!" Annie shook her head. "And this just isn't me."

"Oh come on, it's feminist, it's powerful-"

"Feminist?" Annie asked, stunned.

"It's showing you taking a hold of your sexuality, turning it into power to fight evil!"

Annie thought back to the end of the fight. What Eggman had said. Get some better gear. Armored costumes at least.

It was partially armored at least, but somehow she got the feeling he would have agreed about it not being enough.

"Look, I appreciate what you think you're doing, but I like my costume," Annie said, speaking as calmly as she could. "I don't mind adding the gauntlets, those make sense, but the rest of it is too much."

"You're wearing that," Ashley said. Annie stared at the angry redhead, stunned. Apparently she'd decided to go with the hard sell.

"I don't have to. I'm allowed to wear what I want, to expose only as much as I want, especially when it has my safety in mind."

"Oh, you are," a new voice said.

They turned to see Madelyn Stillwell enter the room with Homelander just a step behind her. Madelyn had a smile on her face. "You can wear anything you want… when you aren't a member of the Seven."

Annie felt her heart drop into her stomach at the smug smile on Madelyn's face. "But right now? You're wearing that. All of it."

"I think it looks nice," Homelander said, smirking. It was a very unkind smirk, nothing like his megawatt smiles on television. "Really shows off what you got."

And in that moment, Annie never felt more alone.

Now she was here, in the park. She felt like shit. All she wanted was to help people. For a moment, just a moment, she thought she'd gotten that. Then Vought seemed to come down and destroy that. Not just the costume, but all of the scheduling they had ready. She had to go to a dozen events, all timed one after another. Even her hero work was going to be scheduled. Not patrolling like back in Des Moines or investigating Eggman in some way. More like a big showboat.

Then they dropped another bomb. She'd be marketed as an anti-robot hero. They were going to have her speak about automation taking jobs from people, about needing to get back to basics.

It wasn't like she didn't feel for people who lost their jobs when robots replaced them, but she wasn't sure just blaming robots for that was the solution, especially when it came to Eggman of all people. Wasn't there a lot more behind that, corporations and bigwigs pushing for cheaper labor at the cost of human interests? She was pretty sure that it was more complicated than the Vought marketing guys were making it.

And really, she didn't want to be a part of that. She wanted to save people, in her costume. She wanted to actively hunt down Eggman, not just do scheduled missions.

But she still wanted to be part of the Seven. She'd wanted it since she was a kid. The Deep had said it in the beginning. They had so many resources to see crime as it happened that she could help so many people, maybe inspire someone like she had been inspired.

Like Homelander had, until he'd started acting like a jerk.

Annie sniffled, rubbing at her face. Then the guy next to her, who had been eating quietly, spoke up.

"Um," she looked up at him. He was tall, thin. A flop of brown hair rested on his head. He looked hesitant. "Excuse me, sorry, a-are you okay?"

Annie stared at him.

"J-Just seemed like a tough call," he said kindly.

And that was how Annie met Hughie.



Colin Kintober

While Annie and Hughie were facing destiny, Colin was entering an operating room.

An experimental operating room.

Julian had created a transportable operating room, purchasing the necessary medical tools across the board. Within that room, there was enough material to do all but the most in-depth medical procedures. So they wouldn't be able to move a brain from one human to another, but anything else was fair game.

Then he'd taken those tools and placed them in the MCR, Moving Clean Room. It was able to be transported by helicopter, large enough to hold up to 8 medical professionals and two patients (if a bit cramped), had dozens of failsafes to keep the inside clean, and a small room just in front of the door to allow for thorough scrub-ups.

Of course, that all was contained in a very pricey, durable, and advanced room, made to be lifted and dropped anywhere in the world. They likely would sell the model down the road.

But right now, it would be used on just one patient.

As Colin finished washing his hands, he looked up at the window, one of a few set into the walls of the MCR.

Outside, the tropical paradise that had become Eggman's future base was as tranquil as ever.

"This really is quite the beautiful location," Colin said.

A speaker in the ceiling spoke with Julian's voice. "Yeah, but I can't wait to get started building shit there."

"I thought you might be eager, considering the number of blueprints you've created."

Julian scoffed. "Don't blame me. I keep trying to make a solid base, but something in the design eludes me."

"A problem for later," Colin said calmly. His AI mind was working through the various files he'd downloaded. Footage of various surgeries, procedures, dozens of techniques and failsafes in case the worst happened. He needed to be careful. He was technically the only real medical professional in the area.

Not to say he wouldn't have help.

As he entered the main surgery room, a machine set up with multiple arms rested above the patient. Each arm had a medical tool of some sort, made for a specific purpose. Colin walked up and took a hold of a cable hanging on the machine. Then he inserted it into his back, into a port made just for that cable.

His mind, well, his software really, linked into the machine. Seconds later, it began moving at his command. Perfect.

"How is he?" Julian asked.

Colin looked down at the man of the hour.

Gordon was sedated, resting peacefully on the surgical bed.

"Peaceful."

"Good. Well doctor, what's first?"

Colin took a hold of a scalpel. "First, we open up his wrists and insert the implants. And can you please put on something classical."

"Sure thing."

After a moment, the tunes of Eminem's Lose Yourself began to play. Colin smirked. "Perfection."

With that, he began to cut. First, arms, then the heart, inner thighs, and finally his neck, inserting implants, making changes to his system. Where biology had failed to adjust to his powers, technology would take over.

It was going to be a very long operation.


Author's Note: Sorry this is so late, it's been a rough few weeks. But I'll get back to it asap.

Meantime, we're slowly getting into the plot. If, a very out of order plot. The costume conversation wasn't supposed to happen for a while, and this version has some legit armor on her fists and feet.

I maintain that Starlight would have been devastated at the state of the Seven no matter what. She's just too good a person, man. For someone who wants to be a real hero, finding out the world has so few HURTS.

Then, Gordon. He's going to be interesting. I don't want to do TOO much with him, but giving him a way to deal with his powers will be fun. Next chapter should have a moment where Colin and Julian explain stuff to him.

Next chapter of one of my other stories, Dial: Call Resumed, is up on my Patreon, and will be up elsewhere Tuesday, if I have my timing right. I'm gonna work on this one as well. I wonder how season 3 of the show will go...
 
Copied my post from SB across.

If Eggman gained access to that interview he could REALLY damage Vought after injuring Starlight in her exposed chest. He probably doesn't but Vought are still playing to shoddy PR rather than treating Eggman as any kind of threat. They will eventually learn that he is an existential threat to Vought.

Vought going on a robotics are evil stance on their new Seven member just as advanced robotic prosthetics are revealed by another company it couldn't happen at a more opportune time poor Starlight she doesn't deserve the blowback but it will hopefully cost Vought in unsold merchandise which is more likely to be something they actually care about.
 
I wonder if Robotnic or "Eggman" will get surprise "do you hire supers" request from Starlight first?
 
Time for some "Malicious Complience" from Starlight?

Sure she has to wear the outfit. They didn't say she couldn't wear a jumper over it, or wear it over the top of a t-shirt. Best do it just before a PR event and claim it as part of her brand afterwards as it's now in the public concious.

Sure, she can be made to speak up against robots in the workplace, but nothing is said on her delivering the whole thing in a monotone like she's reading it off cue cards and not really believing it. Perhaps having one take where she goes off script about how bullshit the stuff they're forcing her to say is, and that she doesn't believe a word of it; then have that take anonymously "leaked" onto Eggs Over Heroes.
 
Time for some "Malicious Complience" from Starlight?

Sure she has to wear the outfit. They didn't say she couldn't wear a jumper over it, or wear it over the top of a t-shirt. Best do it just before a PR event and claim it as part of her brand afterwards as it's now in the public concious.

Sure, she can be made to speak up against robots in the workplace, but nothing is said on her delivering the whole thing in a monotone like she's reading it off cue cards and not really believing it. Perhaps having one take where she goes off script about how bullshit the stuff they're forcing her to say is, and that she doesn't believe a word of it; then have that take anonymously "leaked" onto Eggs Over Heroes.

or have a thick body tight under that skimpy outfit! they're like regular tights that cover your legs, only it goes up to your neck instead. many of them are flesh-colored, so they could be evocative and sexy but still cover up all the things that Starlight wants to be covered up. That way she's still technically cooperating with them, just not in the way they wanted. heh.

Or better, have it be gold-colored for that extra "fuck you".

love the idea of her delivering a deadpan speech as she's very obliviously reading off cue cards.
 
All of that requires a lot more social confidence and willingness to oppose authority than she seems to have at this point in the timeline though.
 
All of that requires a lot more social confidence and willingness to oppose authority than she seems to have at this point in the timeline though.

Pretty much this, yeah. Starlight wants to be part of the Seven too badly right now to do things that might cause her to be fired, even though she's simultaneously chafing at their corporate nonsense at the same time. Something will probably tip the balance towards "not giving a fuck anymore" eventually, but it probably won't be before she's had to endure a lot of this bullshit.

(Apropos of nothing, that's Darkhawk in your profile pic, right?)
 
Pretty much this, yeah. Starlight wants to be part of the Seven too badly right now to do things that might cause her to be fired, even though she's simultaneously chafing at their corporate nonsense at the same time. Something will probably tip the balance towards "not giving a fuck anymore" eventually, but it probably won't be before she's had to endure a lot of this bullshit.

(Apropos of nothing, that's Darkhawk in your profile pic, right?)
Yup yup! Though I've only read his stint with the Loners/Excelsior and the new guy's mini I really like his vibe.
 
will be fun to see the media react to the completion of the medical treatment for the officer
 
I wonder if Robotnic or "Eggman" will get surprise "do you hire supers" request from Starlight first?
Its a nice idea but Eggman at least appears to be playing a game not too far removed from Vought's. He's building an image and showboating with the best of them and human welfare is mostly on the same level as not ruining the mood of a party. Oh, Vought sure as hell doesn't make itself look better to her through its actions but I could see it being perceived as a war between reflections, evil versus evil. The truth underneath everything is irrelevant until revealed.

Hell, if it was me I'd be paranoid this was an inside job that most levels of the company weren't told about for really goddamn obvious reasons. A manufactured pissing contest because the world just didn't have a good photogenic villain would have been entirely reasonable from Vought's twisted perspective and both parties will be riding the firestorm to the doorsteps of heaven itself. With Eggman making her look good, and Vought profiting on this by making her sell herself this way, collusion seems like a very easy assumption to make.

I would not be trusting that Eggman wouldn't be just as bad, even assuming that Vought wouldn't... you know... torture everyone I ever smiled at to death in ways that somehow can't actually be pinned to them just to send a message. Or, with what she knows now, just wreck various lives a fair bit.
 
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just checking in to see how the author's doing. Still having rough weeks? you mentioned that in your last update.
 
They're simply using 'feminist' as a buzzword.
I wouldn't be surprised if they act the same as real "modeling agencies" worldwide. Where even reputable agencies "introduce" their models to wealthy men or women. But in Vought's case to investors and corrupt lawmakers and politicians. If they changed their name to Geisha or Yujo Agency it'd be more accurate. Vought and The Authority are remarkably similar
 
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13: Chunky
Julian Ivo/Eggman

I watched Colin for a brief time through the cameras in the MCR, but I had to keep it short. Colin was competent, I'd designed him that way after all, and I had other stuff to do. The surgery, even with a superhuman AI moving at top speed, would take hours. More than 24 most likely.

In the meantime, despite my worry for Gordon the walking EMP, I needed to keep my eyes on the ball.

Which meant keeping an eye on the developing Vought situation.

What I remembered of the Boys timeline wasn't exactly the wiki. I had a perfect memory of every Eggman life, not my own. No matter how smart Eggman made me, he couldn't make my own memories perfect.

But I was positive I had it right.

While I had skipped a step, Annie still met Hughie in the park. Hughie would next go to Butcher and agree to leave a bug at Vought. Then, Translucent would follow and get kidnapped. The next day, he'd die, then Homelander would later kill the mayor of Baltimore. Nice and simple.

But hey, why should Butcher be the only one to leave a bug in Vought? I'd hacked into some of their systems, but a direct listening device within their base would be good. Maybe even a way to listen in on Stan Edgar.

Worth the risk, that.



I went into my office and was surprised to find Mechelle there. Looking at… ah.

"Mechelle," I grunted, sighing when she looked over at me from the screen she'd been gazing at. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit," she said. Then she sharply turned to look at the screen again. "What is this?"

"Something… well, something I've been working on from the side," I stood next to her. On the screen was a video, a rudimentary moving blueprint really, of a flat structure folding and unfolding itself into a variety of designs. A crane, lizard, tiger. Over and over, shifting between them. The video then transitioned into an image of the internals of the flat structure.

"This isn't Eggman tech," Mechelle said. Not accusing. Not judging. Just saying it.

"...I kind of came up with it based on some stuff I'd seen in my own world," I admitted. "It's probably going to be used on the Eggman side of things. And I've barely got any clue on how I'll make it possible, but I wanted the Eggman to use something I made myself, rather than just modifications or copies of previous designs. So uh… the Origami bot-line. A set of robots designed to fold and unfold into a set of designs, changing functions to suit what they need. All capable of being stacked together like pieces of paper."

I demonstrated this by waving at a box of papers near the printer. About 500 sheets inside. Heavy, yes. But also, a lot of paper, in a small space. I sighed. "Can't get the design quite right though. They'd be too thick. I have this idea, too, that the folding would bring the circuitry together in different ways to allow different abilities…"

Mechelle searched my face. I relented. "I'm grateful for Eggman's experience and knowledge. But if I ever end up meeting that villainous magnificent bastard, I'm going to have some shit of my own to show him beyond just cribbing his style… Got to be my own kind of bad guy."

She seemed to accept that. "Can I help?"

I chuckled, giving her a one-armed hug that got me a surprised look. "Always."

Despite the robotic look she always carried, I could tell that made her happy.



Being a super-genius meant a lot of things were easier. But it also meant I had trouble with some things I hadn't expected. Like obsession. I thought it was bad in my world, where I could get so into writing or gaming that I would forget to eat, but it was way worse now. I'd sometimes wake up covered in oil with blueprints in front of me and a belly roaring with hunger after a two day stint.

Mechelle kept an eye on me from then on, but being as smart as Eggman was an addiction in itself. Having an idea and immediately forming the exact things you needed to make it happen, right down to the final wire soldering and bit of code. It was a heady feeling of power, knowing physics were under your command and only time kept you from true power.

The other part was that I wasn't sure what to do when Bradley approached me about making an official contract with the US Military. Eggman was a genius. But he was a supervillain, and he never had to worry about having a good relationship with any government. In some realities he was the government. No tyrant in human history had ever reached the level of power he'd obtained. 'My rule is law' was literal there, sometimes including laws of reality.

Point is, he didn't have nearly as much paperwork.

In my office, I sat behind my desk reading a set of papers. Across from me, Bradley, my favorite military man, was looking a bit disapprovingly at me, not sitting down just yet. It could have been my clothes. I'd been working out before this meeting, and was still sweaty and wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt, rather than my usual lab clothes.

Healthy body, healthy mind. Until later at least.

"Bradley, I'm not sure how much of this I can agree to," I said with a frown. "I'm an American, I don't want to sell my weaponry to any country that we aren't allied to. But we aren't just a weapons manufacturer."

"I know," Bradley watched as I sipped from a protein drink. "This isn't about the rest of your technology. While we are interested in your computer tech, your military tech is the only thing I've been told to lock down. The fact is, you've become a valuable commodity. It was crazy enough when you made the new guns and other shit. But then you brought a mech out. Not just those half-assed pipe dreams with battery life like a fucking gameboy. But a viable piece of honest to god robust engineering."

Bradley leaned back, finally sitting down. "The shit you've made might as well be goddamn magic, Julian. I hear you've got someone ready to have cybernetics applied to them as well?"

"For a very exorbitant price," I pointed out. "Tommy King is going to be healed, but the materials I'm putting into it are actually going to cost more than four Abrams tanks and a couple of A10 Warthogs."

"It's a start," Bradley tapped the papers I'd handed over. "We aren't offering you peanuts here. You'd become one of our industry partners, working with DARPA. They'll be working closely with you, along with some other partners. And I promise you. This will become a very lucrative deal for you."

"Be careful how you say that," I said with a sigh. "Way too many companies end up taking advantage of that government check."

"You're too arrogant for that."

"Oh? How do you figure?"

"I think I have you pegged," Bradley smirked. "You don't give a shit about money. Just the stuff you can make with it."

"...Well, you aren't wrong."

"Ha!" he chuckled. "Yeah. I don't think you're gonna be one of those soft-serve fuckers pulling us along while taking cash. You? You're more likely to bankrupt the US because you can't stop making new shit for us to buy."

I smirked. "I will be honest with you. The ideas and possibilities in my brain do sometimes terrify me."

Reaching into my desk, I pulled out a large blueprint and handed it to him. As good a time as any other to share this.

"As an example. How would the army like an attack helicopter of sorts that can match or even outperform the Warthog in the speed department and run rings around its maneuverability? This is just one of many things bouncing around my brain. Hell, I could have a prototype ready soon with my... Well I think I will keep those cards close to my chest. Got to keep some proprietary company secrets to not lose my edge. Suffice to say I have methods to speed up a lot of steps of manufacturing in house. You interested?"

Bradley looked over the plans for the copter in question, a single seater. One I'd copied from a game this world had never made.

"Fucking hell. Yes, I'm interested. A top speed of-... You better not be messing with me."

"I never lie about science or technology."

Bradley chuckled. "Yeah. Yeah. Oh. Just in case, I'm also going to recommend upping your security."

"Worried about me?"

"Worried about the people who might be against changing the status quo," Bradley shrugged. "This is a competitive business. War always is."

"War, huh?"

I hummed to myself. Yes. War. I had memories of war. But no real experience. This should be valuable for me. Starting small.

I signed the papers. Let the government believe they had a hold on me.

At least as long as I let them live with that ignorance.



The next day, I was watching a screen on my own. In a small kitchen in the city, I watched three men shout and yell at each other. Frenchie, Butcher, and Hughie. Thank you, The Boys tv show, for giving me a massive amount of establishing shots from which to find the building I needed.

In the room next to them, I knew that a certain super 'hero' would be sitting naked in an electrified cage. As long as the trio weren't idiots, as long as Hughie was still the same as he once was, then that hero would soon be chunks all across the kitchen. A shame, I'm sure.

By the way, funnily enough, I hadn't actually needed to track the building I needed. Frenchie's girlfriend had bought a Ivo Phone and laptop, so I was able to use the, impossible for anyone but me to find, backdoor into then hack into Frenchie's phone as well. She was quite the tech fiend apparently.

I could worry about my recent lack of respect for boundaries or privacy some other time.

In any case, I turned away from the screens when a call came in. Colin. I brought the call up and his face appeared. He looked… refreshed? Ecstatic? Accomplished, that was it.

"Colin. How did it go?"

"Incredibly," he sighed, shaking his head. "I do have some new questions about the nature of these powers, especially the fact they seem to ignore the laws of physics. If he wasn't dead I might be inclined to recommend we hire Dr. Vought."

"I'll consider it if I make a time machine. How is the patient?"

"Healed, for lack of a better word," Colin moved the camera over to show off Gordon. The EMP generating young man was asleep, and otherwise looked exactly the same as before. Except for the lines of silver along his cheeks, pectorals, and abdomen. He was naked except for a pair of shorts, more lines of cybernetic silver running along his knees, shins, and ankles. Most importantly, two silver disks rested at his wrists.

"The young man will need therapy. I took some of his brain and replaced it, but healing the damage caused by long-term exposure to electromagnetic pulses is easy. The PTSD from a long period of torture and solitude is more of a problem."

"Therapy doesn't exist in fiction," I joked lightly. "Or comic universes."

"Sopranos and Doctor Leonard Samson," Colin countered with a roll of his eyes. "And I'm serious, Julian. If you want him to become a halfway healthy human being, he needs therapy. As for your dreams of having him on the payroll, I don't see that happening for a while."

I shrugged. "That's fine by me. It's like the man said. Investments are a risk, but the big ones have great returns."

Colin seemed to accept that. "Gordon will require at least a week of rest. Extended time for physical therapy as well."

"Done. He'll get a nice vacation on that beautiful beach island as well," I said with a smile. "Come on back home, Colin. We'll leave the rest to my Eggman body."

"See you soon," he hung up. I rubbed my chin, rising up to my feet and walking out of my office.

In Ivotech, every building had someone working in it 24/7. We had to, to keep up with the demand for our products, and thus had shifts switching between each other constantly. I'd gone out of my way to make sure the contract for working with me was very lucrative, and very open on hours. Overtime was allowed, but I had Mechelle and my managers making sure we weren't overworking people.

So whenever I left my office, I was surrounded by people. I walked past men and women, some in lab coats, some in 'bunny' suits (body encompassing white suits to prevent lint, hair, and other things from contaminating computer ships), and some covered in oil while wearing jumpsuits. The roar of machinery from the creation of guns, computers, and mechs filled the air.

I stopped briefly in front of one door. Inside, my favorite creations sat, still being made. I watched the inky black figures being worked on for a moment, admiring the efficient designs before walking away. Bradley had no reason to worry about my security. Not once those got started.

The thought about my company's current problems made me frown. With Gordon, I would need to hire a therapist. More likely, several, for a variety of reasons.

I'd also need to hire security. Real security, in the form of trained men and women capable of wearing armor and weapons of my making, some of them with experience in espionage. Sad as it was, there were plenty of veterans I could hire on who had trouble finding work.

Tomorrow I'd speak to Colin, Mechelle, and Destiny, and work out a plan for us to expand. A pair of new facilities was also in the works and Destiny should have some results on our deal with hiring a third party to make the Big Foot mechs.

Exhilarating. Truly. But in the end, the only reason it mattered was that it supported Eggman.

I walked back into my office and sat down, sending a message out to Colin, Mechelle, and Destiny. On the screens, Hughie pressed a button. Red flew about the room. I reached over and idly pressed a button of my own. Once the Boys were done cleaning up the body and tossing it into the ocean, the next part would be easy enough. Then, I'd need to make another attack.

Couldn't let Vought rest too easily. They'd never have a moment to forget that Eggman was out there, ready to embarrass and harass them. Hm… I'd done a bank robbery. Maybe next, a good old fashioned… yes. That would be FUN.

Wall Street was open for business.



Beneath the Waters of the Hudson Bay

A silver-colored zinc trunk lay at the bottom of the river, under a harbor. Earlier, a porpoise had swam up to the trunk, inspected it, then left after a while. That was when the next visitors moved up.

The first was a strange combination of goofy and terrifying. Purple in color, it was shaped like a child's drawing of a shark, with massive goofy looking eyes, a tiny fin on its back, and a propeller rather than a tail.

The terrifying part was the massive steel jaws, with teeth like butcher knives. The badnik, called a Jaws, swam up to the crate and took a position near it, circling slowly in a guarding position.

Another robot approached the crate itself. It was pink in color, with a large bulbous head. More importantly, it had 8 long limbs. Using those arms, the Octus badnik unclasped the crate and pulled it open. Within was a set of words spray painted in black.

'Coming For You'

There was also a set of black plastic bags, chunks of meat laying within.

The octus reached in and took several portions of the corpse, sucking them into itsit's mouth to be contained within it. Then, it placed a small sticker to the inside, a barely noticeable piece of tape that blended into the crate. Once done, the badnik closed up the crate. With the Jaws as it's escort, the Octus swam off into the ocean together, heading down river. They left long before a man in a green suit would encounter the same crate.

Superhuman corpse chunks acquired.



Author's Note: Next chapter. Back to war again, and a gift for a brit. Also, bitcoin theft and loot boxes.

Next chapter will be on Patreon, but my original fic, Rewired Saga, will be up next.
 
Always good to see Julian try pushing the boundaries of his Eggman imposed memories by trying new things Eggman never has, like hugging Mechelle.

Wait, you thought I was going to mention the origami bots?
 
But he was a supervillain, and he never had to worry about having a good relationship with any government.

I'm sure it worried him a lot.

"I have a good relationship with the government! It's like they don't even care that I'm a totalitarian nutjob!"

Not just those half-assed pipe dreams with battery life like a fucking gameboy.

Hey, plenty of gameboys had excellent battery life.
 
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