Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Concrete tastes so amazing. Let me tell you. It's probably the most astounding flavor I can imagine, especially with a hint of human body fluids and urban pollution. It's very good for getting your daily mineral intake when you happen to be a hyper-advanced sapient android.
The best possible way to taste concrete, in my opinion, is to get a skull and teeth made of some absurdly strong metal alloy I can't even pronounce and have a 55-C repeatedly slam your face into a sidewalk.
Sadly, I am missing out because I'm wearing a helmet. Still, I suppose I must be getting a very good and meaningful life experience out of this.
Come better prepared if you want to show up and save a bunch of unnamed red shirts from a 900 pound blue Michelin Man.
Ow.
How did I get myself into this?
Oh. Yeah. How could I forget?
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20:41. June 11th, 2032. Megatokyo coastal fault zone.
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I'm not sure if sitting in saltwater that's passed through several miles of an obliterated urban earthquake zone is ever a good idea for your health, be you human, boomer, or reploid. In my case, I don't have to worry about any disease, but it's still full of sand, concrete dust, and, of course, salt. Any engineer or public infrastructure inspector can tell you how horrible salt is to anything humans build.
And I am currently something humans built.
This... Ya know, this really only hit me a few minutes ago. I sort of put it out of my mind and focused on my personal needs, however few of them I yet understand.
It took me more than 16 hours and two near-death experiences to finally pay attention and really, truly look at myself.
As I look down into the cloudy water, the sun inching towards the horizon, I see the new face I've been given. I don't look much of anything like myself anymore. My eyes are purple and my whole face is vaguely Asian with darker skin color. My hair is a darker shade of brown than it used to be.
I'm not... not really me... anymore.
And as I touch my hand against my arm... my metal, rigid arm, and feel the glove against it as if it were my real skin... It truly drives home that I am now in the body of a being constructed by human intelligence to emulate the human form. In many ways, just like a boomer.
Based on how I view the world... this person... this mind in this body... it's not really possible for it to be me.
When information is moved between storage mediums, the information never actually moves at all. It's just copied to a new location and then deleted at the original. Trying to flash download yourself to a different body would just kill you and create a copy of you. No continuity of consciousness at all.
If I was moved to this body by means of a download... then I died. That or I was copied to this body and the original me is still back home.
Or maybe my actual metaphysical soul was ripped across the boundaries of time and space and planted in the body of this reploid by a ROB or a sufficiently advanced alien who doesn't even care enough to make itself known to me. Who the hell knows. Considering what has happened to me, nothing is really off the table. I am a stranger in a strange land, brought by strange means and placed in a strange form. Everything I believe in is questionable now.
That last thought doesn't worry me as much as I think it should.
In fact, I just recovered from a profound existential crisis much more easily than I think I should have.
... Maybe that's a good thing, but I should probably hesitate to take it at face value considering everything that's happened to me already.
I made it to the fault line hours ago and followed it toward the ocean. The tide was coming in, which made my walk mercifully shorter.
The density of boomeroids, and just people in general, dropped pretty sharply the deeper into the fault I went. I don't really know why this would be, but I just assume this is an even shittier place to live than the part of the city I just came from. It sucks so much even the demented boomeroids won't come here.
Shows how smart this reploid is, eh?
I cleaned off the blood, dried off, and tried on the clothes. Getting them on over my feet was a challenge, but I managed it with minimal tearing.
And with nothing else to really do, I just sat down on a chunk of a collapsed building and gazed into the water for hours.
I've had a lot of time to think while I've been sitting here staring at this crappy water in the middle of an old disaster area. I have a pretty high degree of certainty that the series officially "begins" tonight.
The poster said that Priss would be having a show tonight, and the first episode began with Priss on stage. Aqua City is still standing, so the first episode has yet to start. It's June of 2032, and the Knight Sabers were brought together and had all their hardsuits sometime in early 2032. Half the show has to happen between now and the end of the year, which includes the development period for Mason's super boomer, Irene Chang's assassination, and the assault on GENOM HQ when the Knight Sabers kill Mason.
I assume the boomer development period would take several weeks. There would also have to be some period of time in which Priss got to know that mother and her kid, who's names elude me, and form a relationship that was deep enough to kill Mason over.
The worthless, slimy meatbag deserved it a thousand times over long before that, but I digress.
All this considered together, I have pretty well convinced myself that I'm right and I can't possibly have completely fucked up this line of reasoning with wishful thinking and severe stress fatigue.
This means that tonight, a slew of AD Police, and likely some civilians, are about to get slaughtered by a single boomer sent out as a distraction for Mason's raid on USSD to abduct Cynthia for the satellite control unit. Lives callously destroyed to satisfy the corrupt machinations of GENOM's greedy, evil board of directors and get Brian J. McDongcopter a fatter paycheck.
And the worst part of it is? These people are really all used by the show to create dramatic tension.
They're all props.
A bunch of faceless, unnamed redshirts who are thrown out in ridiculously overwhelming numbers simply to show how fucking worthless they are in the face of GENOM's boomers and how the only hope we have against this seemingly unstoppable threat is our intrepid heroines, the Knight Sabers. Who, of course, conveniently show up too late to save all those people while we have a cool suit-up sequence.
Here I am, out here in the middle of nowhere, scrounging around in dumpsters, fleeing for my life, hoping that nobody comes out here looking for me. Slinking from dark corner to dark corner as I flail about blindly trying to orient myself in a world that is openly hostile to me.
Hoping my existence improves, despite knowing that if I stay out here, nothing will change. Hoping that the potentially irreparable damage I've already caused will just go away and not bother me anymore. Hoping that despite me being here, canon events progress as they should, the series moves on beyond the point when it was canceled, and life goes on while I wallow in my pit of mediocrity.
And for all that to happen, I have to turn my back on all the lives I know for a fact will end in blood and suffering in just a few hours. I have to tell myself that none of it matters because it's just a show and I don't belong here.
No.
I am here, this place is real and all those people that get shown onscreen being ruthlessly cut down to display the threat of the antagonists are real people with real lives! They have families and friends and hopes and dreams and they go out every day doing the shittiest job in this shit hole town, risking their lives to receive no respect from the populace because they can't even deal with the serious threats! Leon flat out admitted it; nobody appreciates the police here. Hell, GENOM actively sabotages AD Police at almost every turn!
I have never been this fucking angry about anything in my entire life. That isn't happening! Not as long as I'm here and I have had the means to do something about it nonconsensually shoved into my lap!
I still have no idea what my body can do or how to do any of it, but I am pretty damn sure I can stand up to a single 55-C with my bare fucking hands more effectively than AD Police can with all their machine guns, micro-copters, and APCs that get torn apart whenever they show up.
What else am I going to do? Sit here in the ruins of old Tokyo and slowly rot for decades, never getting involved, living a miserable and pointless existence until I either eventually fall apart from decay or AD Police or the Knight Sabers finally find me out here and do me in? Or better yet, GENOM gets interested enough in me to hunt me down and dissect me for my foreign technology?
No way in hell. I'm not going to lay down in this pile of rubble and mope while the corrupt toy with the lives of the innocent, respecting nothing and no one but themselves!
I don't care if the Knight Sabers show up and decide to off me right there. If I die tonight having prevented at least one single death, then fuck it, I would have actually gotten off my ass and made a difference rather than cower under a rock somewhere like an abused child.
Maybe then... Maybe then I would have made up for what I did to Nene. And if she's still alive, I might just possibly get the chance to tell her I'm sorry.
I have no idea if this is out of character for me or not, but I don't care. Insane amounts of anger plus the means with which to act on that anger equals I am about to flying kick Brian J. Mason in the nuts so hard his head explodes.
I stand up and turn back towards the west. Then I start running.
The sun is going down. The wind is howling at my back. The yellow sheet is pulled tight around me to block the dust and dirt and conceal my form. In about three hours, the series begins. I don't think I have much time.
I have probably just lost my damn mind.
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I really wish I didn't have to learn this so soon. I honestly want to just go home.. but I'm pretty sure I'm never going home.
Dammit... I just had to start thinking about that.
The face of a 5 story building looms over me. Best I can make out of the mind-numbing Engrish sign out front that says CENTERS of FASHION, it's pretty much a clothing store combined with a beauty parlor and a spa.
"Women" is the only answer I can come up with as to how that business got off the ground.
Much as "men" is the only reason I can comprehend the existence if the gym, sports & outdoors, and barbershop directly across the street from it.
I suppose that kind of thing goes both ways. Personally, my gender identity is a big fat "whatever", now.
Yeah... I... am kinda wasting my time with these random thoughts. It's just something I guess I do when I'm scared out of my mind.
I've already taken immense risks coming here to begin with. It's become pretty much impossible for me to remain unseen this close to the heart of the city. The population density of Megatokyo is ridiculous, even in its back alleys.
In fact, especially in its back alleys. There's a lot of loitering street punks, prostitutes and homeless back in there. This has been a rather frightening experience for me, since I've never been that close to the underbelly of urban society before. It still creeps me out even after I've been forced to kill a man.
The seediness of this city is so thick it practically drips from the walls. No less than three times has some wannabe drug kingpin in some slimy suit tried to approach me and hock off something I think they call "crank." I'm lucky I just pushed on and ignored those sleazeballs instead of turn their brains into abstract expressionism.
One of them even said my shoes look stupid... they don't look that stupid do they?
Imagine my bafflement at again encountering some random guy who speaks English to me first instead of Japanese. The first time it was just kind of odd but excusable that a crazy man trying to stab me to death was rambling in English. To have it happen three more times with seemingly sane (criminal) people was making me wonder if I ended up in some alternate universe Megatokyo where everyone speaks English as their first language.
I almost flipped out. I had come all this way prepared to act in the confidence of my foreknowledge only to have some indication that I may be entirely wrong about what was about to happen.
In actuality, it wasn't nearly that world-shattering... or maybe it is, and I'm just severely undervaluing this.
I can understand Japanese. Actually, no that's not quite true. My brain is translating what I'm hearing and feeding it to me as English. When I speak, it automatically comes out as Japanese. I don't perceive myself as speaking anything but English, but my lips move in the proper manner and sound comes out as Japanese anyway.
So yeah, I'm a walking Universal Translator. It even works on written language, but I still see the same script as everyone else. When I was looking at the poster for Priss' show, I completely ignored the Japanese script because there was English to read. That's why I failed to notice it before.
This means I will probably never hear or learn spoken Japanese. I may be able to understand it but I won't ever actually get to hear what it sounds like. Which I find kind of depressing. Lots of over-the-top anime will never sound good in English. Japanese has this weird quality of making you feel like an unstoppable hero while simultaneously telling you to kill yourself because your soul lacks WARRIOR PASSION.
...The hell is wrong with me, I'm just going on one tangent after another. I am here for a reason. I chose to come here and I'm not going to do a 180 on this now.
I need to learn how to wall jump.
I'm going to learn by going up this building. It's 'only' 5 stories and this alley is really narrow. I probably won't figure out triangle jumping today, but I should at least be able to figure out how to zigzag jump up this gap. A really athletic human could probably do this jump. I should be able to do this jump with ease.
With years of practice at parkour... of which I have zero. And while the fall probably won't seriously injure me... it would hurt though.
I leap up the face of the wall. Over 15 feet in the air, my right boot digs into the smooth concrete with a surprisingly strong grip. I lean my weight towards the face and, with all four limbs, push off and send myself diagonally towards the opposite wall less than 3 meters behind me.
And slam into the wall, subsequently tumbling down and landing on my back on the hard ground.
It hurt pretty damn bad. For a few seconds. Then something dramatically dampened my pain to the point of a dull ache.
… This might take me a few tries.
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It took me 11 tries.
I'd rather not relive them.
Once I was on the roof, again very glad that I can't get vertigo anymore, I took a moment to get my bearings.
I don't know much about navigating in a city with one-way streets. I used to live in northeast Florida and barely ever went into downtown Jacksonville. I've always had a problem with being chronically unable to remember the names of streets. I can get there, I just can't ever tell anyone else how.
I'm helped slightly by all the streets and avenues being numbered. I've seen a map of Tokyo once and all the streets were named as far as I could tell. I guess after old Tokyo got leveled, they were changed to numbers during the reconstruction.
The first 55-C begins its attack somewhere on 104th street, the street I'm looking down on right now.
My vague beginnings of a plan are to approach from the rooftops. I've already avoided most attention while staying at street level, but my concern is that the boomer would notice me with its military grade sensor suite. I'm hoping that by staying high up and mostly in cover, I can get the jump on it before it hurts anyone.
What then... I'm not too sure. I only have a pocket knife, which is probably useless, a currently non functional heat knife (actually a vibro knife, being hot is just incidental), and my bare hands.
I've been trying to see if I have a buster in either of my arms, but so far come up with nothing. After the success with my helmet, I seem to have just hit a huge brick wall in that area. I'm certain there has to be something, given that my forearms are covered in small holes, but I've yet to get a reaction and I can't see what's inside them.
I wish Leon had been driving his police cruiser at the start of the episode. He has an AT rifle stashed in his trunk that's perfectly effective against the 55-C. Why the fuck he has one of those and the SWAT team doesn't seem to, I chalk up to dramatic convenience.
I've only marginally succeeded at learning how to work my senses, which so far are pretty impressive.
I think I can "hear" faster than sound by using some form of omnidirectional doppler radar. I'm sort of worried about how easy it is for someone to detect this. It doesn't seem to even pick up anything that isn't going faster than sound, so it might be fairly low output.
I can also hear radio transmissions. If I figure that out, I can probably tune in to AD Police dispatches. For now, I just tune it out entirely because it sounds like random noise. Can't focus on specific frequencies yet.
But anyway, I have other things to worry about besides the boomer and my lack of weaponry.
There happen to be laws against vigilantism in almost every country on Earth, so whether AD police will shoot me while I'm fighting the boomer or wait until I'm finished, I don't know. I'm absolutely certain that if I stick around too long they will eventually shoot me.
Then there's the Knight Sabers. I don't know how soon they'll show up. If I seriously injured Nene to the point where she isn't at the station right now, it might delay how fast Sylia hears about the SWAT dispatch, but I doubt it would be by much. I can be certain they will show up.
What mood they're in when they see me... It... It kinda depends on just how badly hurt Nene was.
I'm not looking forward to that reunion in the slightest.
Right... my decision has been made. I just have to follow through.
I tear off my stolen clothes and leave them on the roof. I don't have any idea when or if I'll come back for them. I just can't be seen wearing them if I want to be able to go back into hiding after this.
I summon my helmet. The fully-encasing headgear helps settle my restlessness. It feels... familiar.
Huh. Odd, that.
I cycle my enhanced vision on and off to ensure everything is working properly. No static, the image is clear, no shift lag going from enhanced to normal.
As for the sheet.
Huh... Didn't really noticed until now but... it's yellow. In fact it looks like the same shade as...
I'm getting an intense urge to do something I think is probably a dumb idea. The cosmos could easily punish me for doing something this goofy. It's completely idiotic.
And yet...
Fuck it. I may only get one chance in my life to do this. And this is a damn sentai anime anyway. Might as well act like a sentai character and emulate the robot that started it all... for my species at least.
I tear off a long strip of the yellow sheet and wrap it around my neck, tying it so that two ends hand off in a V shape.
By some kind of contrived coincidence, a stiff wind blows past me, whipping my new scarf up in a dramatic fashion. The yellow happens to perfectly match my black, gray and gold color scheme. I feel pretty damn amazing right now, even though I have absolutely no right to feel that way yet.
And then someone screamed. I quickly scan left and right until I see what I've been waiting for.
A few hundred feet down the street to the west of me, a yellow-skinned guy in a gray suit is punching the hood of some woman's car. His fists go right through the metal hood and crush the engine block.
I'm not ready for this.
The murderous skinjob starts clawing its way into the cabin of the car, the terrified woman screaming for someone to help her.
This world isn't going to wait for me to be ready.
I start running. At my full sprint speed, I jump to the next roof.
The woman tries to get away by climbing into the back seat, but the boomer grabs her leg. I can swear the asshole is laughing.
I push harder and clear the entire building in just a couple of seconds. The woman gets dragged out of her car through her smashed windshield. There's people panicking all over the street, cars running the lights and crashing into each other as everyone frantically makes their escape from the "mad" boomer.
At the edge of the last building, 9 stories over the chaos, I jump off. I suddenly know exactly how long I will free fall. My arc is virtually perfect. The boomer seems to have no idea what's coming.
Less than a second before I hit, the boomer jerks its head up and turns its face to me.
Directly at my armored boot.