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Category All / Sonic
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Size 1280 x 993px
File Size 71.6 kB
The days are long for the Cobalt-colored robot. When you're programmed to be the fasted thing ali-...on two legs, and you're opposed to obeying the whims of a fat, mustachioed moron who thinks you owe him something for creating you, you tend to have a lot of time on your hands.
Time to think. But when you're also programmed to be the "upgrade" of a living organism, those thoughts often, for some inexplicable reason, revolve around chili-dogs, exchanging bodily fluids with organic females (A disgusting and inefficient thought to Metal) and whatever-the-Hell else your counterpart thinks about.
It's hard to muddle through all of that clutter. Often times, Metal Sonic ponders what it would be like to erase all of that data and become a truly free-thinking machine. He ponders how much more he could achieve without all that fleshbag baggage rolling around in his processors. He often comes close to erasing it all, just to see what happens, but, for some reason, always stops himself at the last nanosecond. Why? He didn't know. He figured maybe not knowing was a part of what it meant to be "Alive", not having any predetermined parameters, not knowing what's going to happen...The ability to make his own choices already made him free, in a sense. He often wondered why it was that he, of all of Eggman's creations, was the only one of those minions who deliberately disobeyed his maker.
Laying there, staring at the night sky, and all that it contained, he realized why...and it struck him like a brick wall. It's because of the one person he was programmed to kill..the one guy to nearly single-handedly thwart all of Eggman's plans, the one that Eggman hated the most...
He had Sonic to thank for all of it. Without all of that 'useless data' floating around in his robotic brain, he'd just be another of Eggman's minions...When Eggman programmed him with Sonic's data, Sonic's disgust and anger toward Eggman came with it. His free will was literally the result of unforeseen circumstances, all the result of a mind that wasn't his own, but was made a part of him.
Ever since the day that his spark was ignited, he'd hated Eggman, almost as much as he was programmed to hate Sonic, maybe more.
He ultimately knew, though, that he wasn't the real Sonic, and had admitted as much at one point. But he kept going. He kept existing.
He knew who he was. He was more than the sum of his parts, more than his programming. He was alive. As alive as anything flesh and bone, because he was ~aware~ of himself. He knew he existed. He looked at his right hand. "After all, even the brain of an organic lifeform runs on electrical impulses..." he thought aloud to himself. "An organic body is nothing more than another type of machine...all of it's parts working in tandem, controlled by a central processing center. I feel, I see, I hear.."
THere was, however, one thing he couldn't comprehend... The sense of touch. Sure, like any robot, he could process a thing's weight, shape, density, all mathematically, and with pressure sensitive nanotech in his hands, but he couldn't "feel" it.
He desperately wanted this data. He needed it, but didn't know how to obtain it. But Maybe Eggman did?
Through countless conflicts, he'd allowed the Doctor to upgrade him, make him faster, stronger. But the Eggman never game him the ability to feel the things he touched. Perhaps it was too complex for him? Maybe Metal's systems and hardware just couldn't handle the code?
He found himself once more on Eggman's operating table. A new design specification displayed on a monitor nearby that Eggman turned to, flipping through images and schematics while fumbling with parts. Each schematic was labeled, and each label's first words were "Neo-Metal Sonic", followed by a letter and integer.
Perhaps this would be the one? Perhaps this new upgrade could give him what he wanted? Only time would tell...for now, he let his mind wander.
Time to think. But when you're also programmed to be the "upgrade" of a living organism, those thoughts often, for some inexplicable reason, revolve around chili-dogs, exchanging bodily fluids with organic females (A disgusting and inefficient thought to Metal) and whatever-the-Hell else your counterpart thinks about.
It's hard to muddle through all of that clutter. Often times, Metal Sonic ponders what it would be like to erase all of that data and become a truly free-thinking machine. He ponders how much more he could achieve without all that fleshbag baggage rolling around in his processors. He often comes close to erasing it all, just to see what happens, but, for some reason, always stops himself at the last nanosecond. Why? He didn't know. He figured maybe not knowing was a part of what it meant to be "Alive", not having any predetermined parameters, not knowing what's going to happen...The ability to make his own choices already made him free, in a sense. He often wondered why it was that he, of all of Eggman's creations, was the only one of those minions who deliberately disobeyed his maker.
Laying there, staring at the night sky, and all that it contained, he realized why...and it struck him like a brick wall. It's because of the one person he was programmed to kill..the one guy to nearly single-handedly thwart all of Eggman's plans, the one that Eggman hated the most...
He had Sonic to thank for all of it. Without all of that 'useless data' floating around in his robotic brain, he'd just be another of Eggman's minions...When Eggman programmed him with Sonic's data, Sonic's disgust and anger toward Eggman came with it. His free will was literally the result of unforeseen circumstances, all the result of a mind that wasn't his own, but was made a part of him.
Ever since the day that his spark was ignited, he'd hated Eggman, almost as much as he was programmed to hate Sonic, maybe more.
He ultimately knew, though, that he wasn't the real Sonic, and had admitted as much at one point. But he kept going. He kept existing.
He knew who he was. He was more than the sum of his parts, more than his programming. He was alive. As alive as anything flesh and bone, because he was ~aware~ of himself. He knew he existed. He looked at his right hand. "After all, even the brain of an organic lifeform runs on electrical impulses..." he thought aloud to himself. "An organic body is nothing more than another type of machine...all of it's parts working in tandem, controlled by a central processing center. I feel, I see, I hear.."
THere was, however, one thing he couldn't comprehend... The sense of touch. Sure, like any robot, he could process a thing's weight, shape, density, all mathematically, and with pressure sensitive nanotech in his hands, but he couldn't "feel" it.
He desperately wanted this data. He needed it, but didn't know how to obtain it. But Maybe Eggman did?
Through countless conflicts, he'd allowed the Doctor to upgrade him, make him faster, stronger. But the Eggman never game him the ability to feel the things he touched. Perhaps it was too complex for him? Maybe Metal's systems and hardware just couldn't handle the code?
He found himself once more on Eggman's operating table. A new design specification displayed on a monitor nearby that Eggman turned to, flipping through images and schematics while fumbling with parts. Each schematic was labeled, and each label's first words were "Neo-Metal Sonic", followed by a letter and integer.
Perhaps this would be the one? Perhaps this new upgrade could give him what he wanted? Only time would tell...for now, he let his mind wander.
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