The audience awaited
in excitement. This was it! The grand unveiling. A hush settled
over the crowd of people. Reporters eagerly focused their cameras
on the aged man at the podium. The room darkened and the stage
was illuminated by spotlights.
“Good evening gentlemen!” said Doctor Light in excitement. “Today
is a proud day for all mankind. Today I introduce to you … our
future! A future heralded by a new generation of robots. A generation
able to think and feel just like ourselves. A generation who has
the capability to shape our world of today into the bright utopia
of tomorrow. A generation with special abilities created to aid
mankind in ways never dreamed possible. A generation of robots
I call … the Robot Masters!”
Excited mutterings were heard all around the room. Light continued,
“I am sure you’ve heard the rumours … but why settle for those
when you can meet the Robot Masters right now? I present you the
first Robot Master I ever created … I call him Cutman!” The audience
cheered as Cutman stepped onto the stage. The robot squinted until
his eyes adjusted to the bright lights. He felt intimidated by
the large crowds. So far all he knew were his brothers, uncle,
and various scientists that dropped by.
“Cutman was created as a tree-felling robot. His Rolling Cutters
can slice through almost anything.” As a demonstration a large
tree floated onto the stage; carried by a hover pad. Knowing his
cue, Cutman took the shears off his head and sliced the tree cleanly
in two. He calculated the angle so that the tree would fall away
from the audience and safe onto a prepared hoverpad.
Cutman bowed as the crowd cheered. He had made his tree-felling
unnecessarily acrobatic and the crowd loved it. He walked offstage
as his father continued to explain his capabilities. He didn’t
listen; Cutman already knew what he was capable of. The robot wandered
“Zat vas good verk there, Cutman!”
Cutman turned towards the voice. “Huh? I guess, Uncle Wily.”
Wily frowned. “Vat is ze matter, son?”
Cutman frowned. “The tree took hundreds of years to get to that
size, and I cut it down in less than a minute. I mean … okay, it
was already chopped down by the time I got to it … but that’s what
I’ll be doing my whole life.”
Wily put his arm around Cutman in a paternal way. “Human need vood,
Cutman. Even today.”
“And you looked like you enjoyed zat, yeah?”
Cutman shrugged. He didn’t like to admit it, but he did enjoy his
work. He was programmed to, after all. The Rolling Cutter made
a very satisfying sound as it cleaved a tree in two.
“Vell zere you go. And if you don’t like it … vhy not invent zonething
to replace ze trees you cut down? Or maybe a special type of fast
growing tree, eh? Vone zat vould grow quickly, specifically for
Cutman brightened. There was a thought! Uncle Wily was always full
of good ideas. He was like a mine … no matter how deep you dug
he always surprised you with a wealth of brilliant ideas. Some
so crazy Dr. Light would have dismissed them as impossible outright.
Sometimes though, that was just what the world needed. It was a
shame the world failed to recognise genius when they saw it.
There were a few crashes and loud stomps followed by a roar of
cheers from the crowd. Cutman turned to see his brother, Gutsman,
barrelling down from the stage, grinning broadly.
“They loved me? Didja hear ‘em, guys? They loved me!”
Cutman smiled. This was a bright new day. His brothers were heralds
of a new era of prosperity to mankind and they were greeted with
It had been a few months since the grand unveiling. All six Robot
Masters were doing their duties. Gutsman was clearing mountains and
making way for a new city. Fireman was disposing of waste materials.
Elecman was supervising the local power plan. Iceman was doing something
covert in the Antarctic. And Cutman had returned home after a day’s
work of levelling a forest.
“Good day, Cutman!” said Roll cheerfully as she served her brother
a cool energy drink. “How was your day.”
“Eh. Okay, I guess. Just like the last day. And the day before that.
And the day before that.” Cutman sighed. He took the drink and thanked
his sister. Cutman made his way to his study and turned on his computer.
He looked up himself and his brothers. Again. He had done so each
day after their activation, at first with excitement, but now with
a wariness. They were miracles of technology, everyone agreed. Remarkably
easy to work with. Intelligent and reliable. Another breakthrough
from Light Industries. Naturally some religious groups labelled them
as abominations. Unions hated them. And some outspoken journalists
claimed they took jobs away from hard-working humans. These negative
comments stung, but Cutman was used to them now.
But not one mention was made of any real change in the status quo.
‘A new era of prosperity’ apparently amounted to less work for humanity.
Cutman sighed and picked up a book on World War Two.
“I wish you wouldn’t read those things,” said Dr. Light. Cutman didn’t
hear him come in.
“If I’m going to change the world, it won’t be as a lumberjack, dad.”
“When I designed you, I imagines you’d focus your energies on invention.
You know …”
Cutman grinned from ear to ear. “Following in the footsteps of my
old man, you mean?” Dr. Light blushed. He hadn’t said it that way,
“Well, there’s lots to do, you know. Cleaning up pollution … aiding
endangered species ….”
“Maybe we need a ‘Lustman’ to get those animals goin’!”
Light laughed at the image. Cutman always surprised him with ideas
like that. Cutman turned serious.
“Well, I guess I’d be good at it if I put my mind to it. I dunno,
I just find the old wars fascinating. I mean … how would I stop Hitler
from conquering the world without resorting to a nuclear attack?
Could I outwit Napoleon? Was it possible to find victory in Vietnam?
There’s a fine art to strategy, you know. And the tapestry is right
here.” Cutman tapped his book.
“You’ve beaten me in chess enough to teach me that.”
Cutman smiled. He was always a little embarrassed when he beat his
father at chess. He knew that he was made to be smart, and that there
was a desire to be better than his father, but he felt guilty about
“Anyways, playing strategy games and reading history books are much
more fun than cutting down trees. You should see some of the scenarios
I’ve come up with. I’ve designed a program to simulate the famous
victories of old, just to see how I could mess with them. And I’m
pretty good! Ever been curious to see how Attilla the Hun might face
against Osama Bin Laden? I know I was!”
Doctor Light sighed. “I’ve heard you were growing bored with your
duties. I was worried you would."
Cutman was silent for a time.
“Cutman, it takes time. Right now they see you as just a robot. But
we both know you’re capable of so much more.”
It was true. Cutman was the very first Robot Master, but he was also
much more than that. He was the only robot in the world with the
most secret of all Light inventions. The genius chip. It allowed
Cutman to instantly analyse anything he came across. He was smarter
than any robot on the planet, and most humans in the world. He could
do anything. He could create marvels of machinery, he could solve
the financial crises of all the great nations, he could cure diseases
… however, Cutman just cut down trees.
“I know, I know. It’ll take time. Right now they see me as just a
robot. Change their minds by communicating with them.”
His father smiled enthusiastically. “Yes! I know it’s frustrating
and long, but that’s the right way to get it done. Meanwhile, turn
off these war games, stow the books away, and put your mind to designing
that ‘Lustman’. I need a date!”
Cutman laughed and closed his book. Appeased, his father walked off
to check in with his other robots. Cutman sighed and opened his book
again. He knew his father was right, but he was still entitled to
Cutman was still awake
late into the night. He found he thought too much for sleep, so
often he didn’t even bother. Tonight was one such night. He was
playing his war simulator attempting to win the Cold War for Russia
when a new file popped onto his screen.
“That’s strange,” Cutman muttered to himself. Nobody else had much
of an interest in his simulator. He saved his progress and opened
up the mysterious file. Cutman was confused at first. This was
no past world; this was the world of today! With much attention
paid to details. The game continued on and Cutman saw riots break
out simultaneously across the world. The robot gasped. What was
causing thidas? Cutman looked to his inventory and saw that the
only soldiers it contained were himself and his brothers! He looked
them up and saw each one of them was running rampant in their territories.
He looked under his assets folder and saw billions of machines,
large and small. All autonomous. All activating on their own under
no guideless but to, apparently, cause chaos.
It didn’t take long for the simulation to run it’s course. Soon
all the world now belonged to the orange robot.
“How did you like my little … demonstration?”
Cutman jumped out of his seat and turned around, startled to fund
Uncle Wily at the door to his office.
“Uncle, what’s the meaning of this?!”
“Vell … is it not obvious? Ve are in a very unique position, Cutman.
If ve struck quickly, zen … nobody vould notice, yeah? “General
Cutman” … has a good ring to it, yes?”
“No!” Cutman said in shock. “No, this is nuts! Come on, doctor,
you know this wouldn’t work. The Three Laws would stop this in
“But vhat if ve could somehow … relieve robots of zose laws?”
Cutman stood agape for a moment. Remove the Three Laws governing
robots? Was it even possible? And if they could do that … what
then? Go on some sort of rampage? Wily seemed to read the lumberjack’s
“It vould be for zer own good, Cutman.”
“You have read ze books on Var I gave you, yeah? And zat got you
into reading even more books, yes? Don’t you see what’s happening?”
Cutman shook his head in response. He was surprised …his uncle
had really thought this through. Had even given him books to read
“Throughout time man has fought against himself. And all zat time
he has invented countless vays to kill himself. All at the cost
of ze Earth. Vhy … ve have even invented weapons zat could destroy
ze planet itself! And ve have zese weapons stockpiled against each
other … it is madness! And, as you have seen … it never ends. Never.”
Cutman found his voice. “But … what can we do about it?”
Wily smiled and stepped closer. A mad gleam was in his eye. “Ve make zem
stop. Man has had countless opportunities to stop himself, but
he von’t. So ve make him!”
Cutman blinked. This was so … unlike his father’s philosophies.
“We just have to have faith, Uncle. They’ll come around.”
“Iz zat really vhat you think, Cutman? Zhen vat is it you and your
brothers do all day? Do you do anything relevant? Don’t bother
answering, I already know vhat you do. An IQ of over 200 and you
are cutting down trees! You could do more! Ve could do more!”
Cutman stepped back. It was true that he did want to do more …
that he could do more that what he was doing. But this was too
much. “Uncle, I’m sorry, but no. Yeah, I’d like to do more, but
this isn’t the answer. I want humanity’s admiration, not it’s hatred!
The world’s pretty good the way it is, even if it has some problems.”
Wily looked about ready to argue with him, but shut his mouth slowly
when he saw Cutman had made up his mind.
“Ja,” Wily laughed, although it seemed forced. “Ja, vhat vas I
thinking? You are right, yeah? You have ze genius IQ, yeah? Just
… forget it. I vill never mention it again. Sorry.”
The next few months passed by slowly. Cutman tried to focus on his
work, but he didn’t really relate to any of his co-workers. And,
honestly, his work was really boring. The only thing he could think
about was his Uncle’s words. He really respected his Uncle … he knew
he was a brilliant man. Why would he think his way was the only one
Cutman remembered the scenario Wily played out on his war generator.
Cutman tinkered with it a dozen times. Cutman modified it so that
he was fighting against Wily instead of playing on the same side.
It was a powerful plan. Brilliant in its simplicity. He only beat
it when he actively cheated; when he knew the surprise rebellion
of robots was coming and set up traps to prevent it.
Cutman couldn’t sleep that night. Wily’s words were running through
his mind. True to his word, his Uncle had never brought it up and
came up with more insane ideas for new inventions, but Cutman was
deeply disturbed. Was Wily right?
Cutman wandered his lab and opened a refrigerator that Light made
specifically for his inventions. He needed some energy. He dropped
the drink when he heard a loud crashing sound.
“What was that?” said Cutman startled. Lights and alarms rang out
in Light’s compound. Cutman made it to the scene first and found
his brother, Gutman, smashing through the lab. And right beside him
was his Uncle…
“I know I said I vould not bring it up again, Cutman, but I am afraid
I really must insist you will to join me.”
“What have you done to Gutsman!?” Gutsman roared and smashed some
furniture. He destroyed the staircase to the second floor, cutting
off Cutman’s father from coming to the rescue. Gutsman wasn’t anything
like the gentle giant Cutmn had gown close to. He was now a raging
beast, under Wily’s control.
“I have begun my takeover, dear Cutman. Already robot around ze vorld
are awaiting my command. I managed to reprogram your brothers vhile
they vere sleeping, but you lack zat particular habit, so ve are
going to have to do this the hard vay.”
Wily pointed a finger at the hurt Cutman and Gutsman charged into
his attack. The savagery surprised Cutman and he took the first blow
hard. He readied his only weapon, his Rolling Cutter, against his
brother. The thought of using it in self defence was sickening to
Cutman. He never aimed it at a sentient being before.
“I don’t want to hurt you, brother! Please listen to reason!”
“No!” yelled Gutsman with anger. “Master Wily has ordered me to round
you up and bring you in. And that’s what I’m gonna do, small guy!”
Gutsman threw a heavy piece of machinery at Cutman. Cutman dodged
and the machine tore through the wall. Still, Cutman couldn’t bear
to use his weapon against his brother.
“Stop this, Gutman! Please!”
Gutsman responded by tossing another piece of machinery at the orange
robot. Cutman rolled and found himself face to face with his Uncle.
Wily wore a frown as he looked at Cutman. Cutman knew he could end
this right here. Stop Wily’s scenario from playing out. He could
end it now, with the weapon he held in his hand.
As the thought entered his mind he found the arm holding the Rolling
Cutter has seized up. He looked at it in surprise. And then it dawned
on him. The first rule of robotics.
“Da, zat is vhat I thought. Elecman, end zis.”
Cutman was shocked silent. He felt a punching sensation on his back
followed by a continuous burning sensation. He turned around and
saw his beloved Elecman. His face was twisted into an evil smile.
Wily had turned him into a monster. Cutman backed away in fear, but
it was of no use. Elecman shocked him again. Cutman knew his weapon
could stop his brother in an instant, but again, he couldn’t bear
to use it.
“Please, Elecman … It’s me! Your brother!”
“My brothers are on Wily’s side,” said Elecman coldly as he shot
another hot beam into Cutman. The orange robot dropped his Rolling
Cutter as his body shook with pain. He couldn’t believe how completely
his brothers had been turned against him. The cold, evil face burned
into his mind as well as the sensation of hot electricity coursing
through his body.
“Take him vith us. Ve are leaving,” said Wily. Gutsman hauled Cutman
onto his shoulders. Wily was smiling now. Cutman recognised the expression.
His Uncle always wore it when he was starting on a particularly unlikely,
but brilliant idea. It widened as another old man entered the room.
Apparently his ‘boss’ had bypassed the stairs.
“Albert! What are you doing!?”
“I am finishing it, Tomas. Just like I said I vould. And I am using
our creation to do it.”
Light held up a small device. Cutman had never seen it before, but
Wily had, apparently. The old scientist scoffed.
“The old control device, Tomas? I thought you said you were going
to toss that avay. Zat it vould be of no use in the world you were
trying to create.”
“Don’t make me use this, Albert! You helped me build them! Stop this!
We can … we can forget this ever happened!”
Cutman’s uncle chuckled mirthlessly. “You cannot shut all of my robots
down at once with zat, Thomas. I do not think you have ze heart to
shut down even vne. And I am leaving.” Wily touched a control pad
on his wrist. Cutman met his father's gaze with pleading eyes.
“Don’t let him take me, father!”
Light closed his eyes and activated the small device in his hand.
Cutman awoke in agony. He was somewhere dark. Machines were everywhere.
The noises they made hurt his head.
“What did you do to me!?” was what Cutman tried to say, but he only
managed a roar. He spotted him then. His Uncle, looked very surprised.
Something hadn't gone as he planned? Cutman leapt at him, intending
to rough Wily up for answers. But something stopped him and he couldn’t
make his legs work. Some bit of programming roared in his brain and
Cutman tripped over his own feet. He looked up to see his Uncle grinning.
“Velcome to your new home.”
And then things went dark.
When Cutman awoke again he found he was strapped to a table. Moreover
he found he couldn’t speak. He tried to form words, but it was to
no avail; it just wouldn’t work.
“I took ze liberty of turning your volume down a notch, Cutman. I
am afraid you did not reactivate vithout a bump in ze road.”
“Oh, yes,” Wily said, reading Cutman’s expression, “you missed ze
big show. I vent ahead vith my plans and took control of all ze vorld’s
robots! Only ... it did not go as planned. It vas Rock, you see.”
Cutman gave his uncle a curious look. The household robot? He didn’t
really speak with that one much … His head burned as he tried to
access the memory.
“Yes, I can see you remember. Rock (now Megaman) vas modified by
Light. He stopped me. And scrapped all your brothers too.”
Cutman gave his uncle a shocked look. His brothers? Dead?
“Yes, quite dead.”
Cutman shut his eyes sadly. But, then …
“Vhy are you alive? No thanks to Light, zat is for sure.”
Cutman shook his head as Wily explained what had happened to him.
As with Cutman, Wily had approached Light with the same idea of uniting
the world by using the robots they had made. Light, like Cutman,
had dismissed Wily. But Wily had accounted for that. Apparently,
unlike Cutman, Light had come prepared in case Wily ever tried to
steal his robots. He modified his old robot master controller (used
in the early stages in development) to emit a Memory Surge. It fries
the brain of a robot, but leaves the body intact; the robot equivalent
of murder … only leaving something for recycling. The only reason
he survived was because Wily had activated an old backup algorithm
when he was about to leave. It continued to back up Cutman’s memories,
right up until Cutman was ‘disabled’.
“It gets vorse, dear Cutman,” said his Uncle. “Zat controller could
end the life of only one robot. It could only access only one robot
at a time, you see, and zere vas not much time to be had. Light chose
to end your life, Cutman.”
Cutman shut his eyes. It was too much. His own father had tried to
kill him? And only him? It couldn’t be true … could it?
A spasum shot through Cutman’s body as thoughts causes surges inside
his brain. His body was not in better shape; he could feel all the
damage he sustained that horrible night being repaired still. Wily,
apparently, was more concerned about restoring his mind.
“Yes, I am sorry for zis, Cutman. Most times ve deactivate ze robot
vhen ve make repairs, but you are not like most robots. Your genius
chip requires extensive repairs and ve must test it constantly to
make sure it is done right. This means you must remain online.”
Cutman tried to hurl obscenities at his uncle and pain shot through
his body as he did so. Cutman tried to free himself from his bonds
to attack Wily, and again a mental compulsion stopped him. Wily chuckles
at Cutman’s efforts and the robot glared at him.
“That last vone vould be the only ‘rule of robotics’ I install in
my robots. It is, naturally, to obey and never harm me in any vay.”
Wily laughed as pain racked Cutman’s body. The robot could feel his
brain being repaired. It was excruciating.
“Don’t be so mad, my boy. Vhen it is all over, you von’t even remember
any of zis happened. Until zhen … sit tight!”
The room echoed with laughter as Wily left Cutman with his pain.
Time seemed to go on forever for Cutman as the nanobots did their
work repairing his body and brain. It took far longer for the latter
to be done than the former. Once Wily tried to give Cutman back his
voice. Cutman tried to hurl insults at the doctor, but found he still
not form words. He could scream, however, and did so loudly. Wily
made an annoyed sound and took away Cutman’s voice once more.
Wily … his uncle. How could he do this to him?! He knew there must
be some way to numb the pain, but Wily seemed to dismiss it just
because he thought he could take all memory of it away … it was barbaric!
And the thought that he would reach into his mind and just … change
him, as he did his brothers, was monstrous. And Light, his father.
Light had singled Cutman out for death! Why him? And why did he even
make him!? All he did was cut down trees! A brain the size of a galaxy
and he was a lumberjack!
Cutman struggled with his bonds. He could have stopped Wily from
taking him if Light hadn’t installed the rules of robotics into him.
Humans could defend themselves, but not him! He wasn’t allowed. And
he could crush Wily if that one hadn’t installed his own rules into
his system. Those rules governed his whole damn life! Cutman turned
in on himself. It caused him excruciating pain, but those damn rules
had to go.
It took months. Months of torture at the hands of his so-called ‘uncle’.
Why hadn’t someone come for him? Where were Fireman? And Iceman?
Where were his brothers? Why weren’t they here? Why didn’t his father
send Rock out to get him? To, at least, retrieve his body!
The pain was lessening. By now his body had been repaired. Wily tested
his systems by activating his motor controls and moved his limbs
like a rag doll. Wily refused to answer Cutman’s burning gaze. It
was clear who the master was here. Cutman was just a tool to him.
His Uncle, the man who helped actually build him, regarded Cutman
as nothing more than some sort of tool. Light had been wrong. The
world would never see robots as anything more than their tools. Light
It was a few weeks later. His mind still hurt, but it was pain of
a lesser sort. He had become accustomed to it now, like an old friend.
A friend who remained constantly at your side as time went by. With
the pain gone Cutman now noticed something had happened to his vision
… it was tinted yellow. Was it from the strain his eyes were under,
thanks to Wily’s repairs? Cutman adjusted the color balance on his
“Now, zhen,” said Wily as he restored Cutman’s vocal chords, “how
do you feel?”
“Like a new robot,” said Cutman bitterly. Wily smiled and clapped
“It vorks, zhen! You are back to normal!” Normal? Cutman didn’t know
what ‘normal’ meant anymore.
“Now, zhen, let us test out ze morot skillz, yeah?”
“The minute you release me, I’m going to hurt you.”
Wily chuckled. “Is that right?” Wily didn’t have any fear.
“And after that I’m going to use that stupid scenario you gave me
and prove to you who’s boss. And you can tell my father I’m coming
to him for some answers. I want to know why he singled me out. Why
he left me …”
“We don’t really talk anymore, Light and I. Now before you ‘show
me who is boss’ vhy don’t ve see if you can valk, yeah?” with a smirk
Wily pressed a button on his control panel. Cutman was released.
Without hesitation Cutman grabbed his Rolling Cutter and sheared
Wily’s arm clean off. It made a satisfying sound as it cut through
flesh and bone. Cutman caught his blade effortlessly and was reminded
of all those times he used his blade on the trees. Wily screamed
and Cutman was shocked at the blood on his hands. He felt a deep
weight settle into his belly.
What kind of monster have you turned me into?
In a daze Cutman paced the room. In the months he had spent strapped
to a table, Cutman had turned his programming skills onto himself
and removed Wily’s rules of robotics. Wily himself had removed the
three cardinal rules before then. Cutman was now the freest robot
ever made. And his first act as a free robot was to chop a man’s
arm right off. And he felt good about it too. Much like cutting through
an old tree. Cutman was programmed to feel job satisfaction. Only
this one screamed. Cutman felt righteous and guilty both at the same
time. Wily continued to scream while on the floor and Cutman regarded
him. The old man showed the robot no mercy at all and now he seemed
to want it desperately himself. Cutman felt cold contempt grow inside
“Oh, what is it? I thought you didn’t like screams!” Wily continued
to scream in pain, shock, and sheer terror and, in his anger, Cutman
“AHH! AHH! Oh my arm’s been cut off! Oh, poor me! AHH!”
Wily whimpered and Cutman could feel only contempt. He had admired
Wily. He thought Wily was his friend. And now he lay there sitting
in a pool of his own blood. Robots ran to his rescue (they ignored
Cutman) and Wily was going into shock. One of his mentors. His ‘uncle’.
Cutman had been a fool. Robots didn’t have uncles. And they sure
as Hell didn’t have fathers! Cutman strode angrily out of the room.
On an impulse he grabbed one of Wily’s lab coats as he left.
Robots Masters … robots to usher in a new era … and Cutman was the
General Cutman stood
face to face with the Doctor Wily of the reality he now found himself
in. In so many ways things were the same as his home. Just as in
his home humans ran the Earth. They had grown fat while robots
did the heavy lifting. The world rotted away as man wasted away.
And, yet … there were differences.
“Doctor Wily, I accept your surrender.”
The old man looked down. “Just don’t hurt her.”
The General scoffed. Yes, things were very different. This old
man truly seemed to care about his ‘beloved’ Classi Cal (whom the
General knew of as Spark Chan).
“Take him to his room!”
Scissor Joes grabbed Wily by each arm and hauled him away. Doc
Robot, a small pathetic imitation of Wily ran up to try and stop
“Master,” it said, “don’t do this! We need you!”
The scientist regarded the small robot sadly. “It’s up to you to
hold down the fort, Doc Robot.”
The Joes took Wily off, then. He would be under house arrest. The
General would have smiled if he could. He regarded his new territory,
Wily’s underground Skull Castle. He certainly did have a lot of
“Do right by me and you’ll see your ‘master’ again,” said the General
to Doc Robot. The little robot sniffed sadly. General Cutman had
a report from Geminiman that he had slain this robot, but apparently
he was harder to kill then the pretty-boy though. Maybe Doc Robot
had copied Geminiman's own power and was in two places at once?
That was likely it.
The General strode into his new abode. The creatures within cowered
in fright. He glimpsed the Wily’s Warriors eyeing him with distain.
He gave them a rueful look. This place is mine now, you all
had best behave yourselves.
Napalman hurried to catch up to the General when he spotted him
coming from down the hall.
“Sir!” said the militaristic robot.
“What is it?”
“Sir I have come to report that the area is secured! Everything
is under our watchful eye, SIR! Those Wily robots are under our
“Thank you, Napalmman. You may leave.” The General said this because
he already knew he had everything under control. Napalman, however,
seemed to require a bit more … reassurance.
“The men were wondering … what’s next?”
General Cutman seemed to grin. “There’s a meeting scheduled at
oh-ten hundred. Gather the troops. The Wilys too. You’ll get your
Napalmman nodded (or rather his whole body seemed to bob up and
down) and he hurried away to tell the news to the troops. Cutman
didn’t care. He strode over to his most valuable captive.
Spark Chan sat alone in the dark for hours trying to digest what
had happened. She remembered everything now, even if she was still
in her original body. Things had gotten so dark.
Light cut through the room as General Cutman strode inside. “Comfortable?”
“As well as a prisoner can be.”
The General cocked his head to the side. “I’d rather you thought
of yourself as my guest. Or even a valued member of the Scissor Army.”
“I’d rather be back at Camp Wily.”
Cutman laughed ruefully. “It’s the same thing. Thanks to you. Wily’s
surrendered. But, of course, you knew that. Who knew the Wily of
this world could be so sentimental?”
Classi Cal felt a stab of guilt. She had intentionally led Wily on
and it had ultimately led to this. How could her noble intention
of softening that madman have turned things so sour?
“Are you going to brainwash me? Have you already done so to the others?”
“No, no!” said a small voice in the room. “Cutman would never do
“Of course not. I once said you had a choice, and that still stands.
I will not force you to become a part of my army if you don't want
to. However, I will note that you now have nowhere else to go. Like
it or not, this is home now. It can either be prison or paradice
- your choice. At any rate, I do not have to force you into my army
now that I have the old man,” said the General confidently. “Most
here follow Wily loyally. As long as I have him, I don’t need to
reprogram anyone. They’ll see things my way after we win this war.”
“The robots here aren’t as loyal to Wily as you think!” said Classi
Cal defiantly. Cutman chuckled.
“You mean robots like the Gila Gladiators? Or Ringman? Because if
you do, I’ll hope you’ll note that they’ve disappeared. Not even
my doing.” Classi gasped. She hadn’t heard. Cutman continued, “And
if you mean the so-called ‘Wily’s Warriors’, well … where are they
going to go, eh? Cossack is finished. The RPD will put them on a
leash. And if they turn against me as you imply they turned against
Wily, well … I’m not as forgiving as the old man.” Cutman chuckled
evilly. Classi shivered.
Cutman stared at her for a moment. “I don’t need to reprogram my
troops, Classi. Really, I don’t. I didn’t reprogram you at all, did
I? I restored you because of my faith in you. An olive branch, if
you will. I’ve only reprogrammed the troops I needed to have with
me; the rest follow me of their own volition. I am offering them
freedom and retribution. Most have suffered at the hands of humans
as I have and are dying for a chance at Elysium. Even you … I know
you don’t love the humans. Frankly, even with your pacifism I think
there’s a place for you here. This war won’t last forever, my dear,
and after it’s all done we will need robots like you to lead the
way into the future. Think about it… do you really think a guy like
Chimeraman’s suitable for that job?”
The General strode out of the room happily, leaving Classi and her
daughter Shoryu in darkness once more. Both simply stayed there for
a long time. Shoryu broke the silence.
“He isn’t so bad. He can be scary, but he can also be nice.”
“How can you ay that!?”
“Because it’s true! He got you back for me and Gemini, didn’t he?
And he’s punishing the mean people who hurt you, isn’t he? Those
humans … they took away our home … we’re getting even! And then we’ll
all be a nice, big family.”
“Shoryu …” Classi sobbed. Her daughter had fallen so far. “Shoryu,
if he really was as great as you say he would not find all this suffering
Shoryu didn’t have much to say in response to that. Both robots sat
alone in the darkness.
The meeting had convened in a large conference room inside the underground
Skull Castle. The Scissor Army Commanding Officers looked at each
other with a degree of restlessness. They had lost a lot of friends.
Together, they would see this through to the end. The forces of Wily
looked at the Scissor Army warily. Their leader had surrendered.
For now, all of Wily’s territories still belonged to them, but there
was a contingent of Scissor Army troops stationed in all of them.
It really was only a matter of time before they were wiped clean
of humans and turned into SA strongholds.
Starnik regarded Quint and the latter gave the former a dirty look.
Mr Whiz looked heartbroken. Riff and the Fatal Five were completely
uneasy. Despite the variety of feelings in the room everyone hushed
as the General entered the room.
“As you know, the other shoe fell. My co-general in this war, Mesmerman,
has revealed himself to be a traitor!” The Wily robots muttered in
surprise while the Scissor Army robots looked at each other in shame.
Loyalty was heavily emphasized in their army.
“This is not a surprise; I have always known this day would come.
And you’ll be happy to know that I have taken special preparations!”
The Ascendant Androids cheered.
“With the Cossaack faction decimated and the Wily faction now an
ally,” the Wily robots looked especially uncomfortable at this point,
“It’s time to focus on the threat of the Robot Police Force. Which
is hardly a threat at all. It’s time to let loose the dogs of war,
gentlemen! I have taken a page out of my former mentor’s book and
have long ago programmed a virus into several regular series of robots.
I have been waiting for the right time to unleash this threat on
the world. Sewing chaos requires precise timing you see … and that
time is now! The Robot Police thinks they have a foothold in all
areas across the globe, but they are wrong! They capture lifeless
cities and save no lives! They will be equally ineffective against
this new attack. The humans created us to serve them ... and we will!
On a silver platter!”
The room erupted in cheers and laughter. “I knew you’d come through,
General!” cried Punk eagerly.
“Let’s rip them to shreds!” cried Chimeraman
“Their defeat will be beautiful in it’s perfection,” said Geminiman
"Let's see them use their Scissor Joe disguises again! We're
ready for that now and I can't wait to see the looks on their faces
when they try it," laughed Quint.
The General lifted his fist and quiet settled on the room. “But,
before we go on our missions I want you to remember the fallen. Remember
Heatman, the psychotic drug addict from the future. Remember Wraithman
and Skullman, two boney brothers, centuries old. Remember Chargeman,
our powerful locomotive! Remember Spade, Sedulus, Frostman, and Super
Koala who were in this army so briefly I’ve already forgotten what
they look like! I want you to remember them. Remember their faces.
Their voices. But especially I want you to remember their weakness! Remember
that they have failed and left you all to pick up the slack! By dying
they have proven they were too weak for Elysium! While you, the survivors,
are strong enough to see it through right until the end!”
The Scissor Army cheered. Cries of ‘Elysium awaits’ filled the room.
The Fatal Five shifted uneasily in their seats. The Wily Rescue Force
shook their heads in shame.
I want you to hold in your minds Mesmerman! The traitor! I want you
to know that we will destroy him utterly! Kill now, for Elysium awaits!”
The Scissor Army cheered once more and echoed their infamous phrase.
Geminiman looked somewhat distracted. Crystalgirl called loudly for
Mesmerman’s head while Ballade concurred. Omniman looked at Golemman