07-21-2014, 09:09 PM
He didn’t know how long they waited in the cave. Since he was an automaton, Heat Man didn’t complain about the fact that his knee was a mangled knot of steel and wires. Had the stout robot been flesh and blood, Proto Man was certain the wound would have either been fatal or required serious surgery. Furthermore, the fact that the air was gray and filled with super-heated, oxygen-depriving soot would have put an end to any purely biological organism.
“How long have you been working with that man?” Proto Man asked, breaking the silence that had pervaded over the soot-filled cavern.
“He arrived about a month after we settled into the city. I left on this mission shortly thereafter, but in the time I was there, he essentially dominated my brothers. He’s strong. There was a patrol of space marines searching for him, and he had us watch as he ambushed and killed them. He’s like us, but he’s also different.”
“It’s this place,” Proto Man whispered, referring to the Omniverse as a whole. “Whatever the Omniverse may be, it’s clear to me that it’s some sort of cosmic dumpster...”
“Dumpster? A trash receptacle?” Heat Man asked as a look of confusion spread across his features.
“Sorry,” Proto Man replied, realizing that the machine lacked the skill to appreciate his wordplay. “My running theory is that this world must actively collect individuals from other places. The Omni character who runs this place must be able to observe every parallel reality and pluck whoever he enjoys watching from whichever world he wants. Can you imagine the type of power he must wield?”
Heat Man took a silent moment to process his thoughts before shaking his head. “I feel like this place is little more than a prison. The only difference is that we are blinded with the illusion of freedom. If you stop to analyze the reality, this place is little more than a nightmare from which you cannot awaken. Everything here is fake—the byproduct of someone else’s wishes or needs. These volcanoes were created by someone early in the history of this place. Every building in Coruscant was someone’s brainchild.”
“But here you are, indulging in the science with your pseudo-volcanoes.”
Heat Man smiled. “What am I to do? I’m not a Prime. All I can do is keep my head down and live out my existence in this beautiful farce. Like I said earlier, this is preferable to death or whatever awaits us at the end of the Omniverse.”
“There could be a way out,” Proto Man postulated. “He may be a god of some sort, but Omni’s a physical person. He speaks to everyone before they wake up here, so there has to be some place he resides.”
“The humans would call that Heaven, right?” The smaller robot inquired. “That’s where they believe their god resides.”
“Correct, but who is to say whether or not that would be a physical place or just another layer around this world. I’ve been to the Dataverse, which seems to overlap every other verse.”
“If that was the case, it might be easier to find an entrance…there could be entrances in every verse, rather than just one.”
“Good point, but where would we start? We have nothing to go off of…”
Heat Man frowned as he tried to think through the issue. “I’m not sure, but I doubt we are the only ones to have such aspirations. Certainly others have tried, so there must be breadcrumbs to follow.” Proto Man nodded before the other robot continued. “Maybe Omni will let us all return home. My brothers and I could have a fresh start…free from the constraints of our creator’s ambitions.”
From the entrance of the cave, a harsh response flooded over the two machines. “No one will ever escape this place,” the cyborg known as Cell Delta strode into the cave, his gaze smug as he looked upon the injured robots. “We’re not in a prison, we’re in a coffin. Everyone here is dead, and death is the only way to live. This is just one big experiment in natural selection.” The cyborg lifted his left hand as he started to charge a burst of energy. “I will be the strongest. I will crush everything in my path, and then I will rip my way out of this hell.” With that, the cave light up as a blast of energy exploded from the man’s open palm.
“How long have you been working with that man?” Proto Man asked, breaking the silence that had pervaded over the soot-filled cavern.
“He arrived about a month after we settled into the city. I left on this mission shortly thereafter, but in the time I was there, he essentially dominated my brothers. He’s strong. There was a patrol of space marines searching for him, and he had us watch as he ambushed and killed them. He’s like us, but he’s also different.”
“It’s this place,” Proto Man whispered, referring to the Omniverse as a whole. “Whatever the Omniverse may be, it’s clear to me that it’s some sort of cosmic dumpster...”
“Dumpster? A trash receptacle?” Heat Man asked as a look of confusion spread across his features.
“Sorry,” Proto Man replied, realizing that the machine lacked the skill to appreciate his wordplay. “My running theory is that this world must actively collect individuals from other places. The Omni character who runs this place must be able to observe every parallel reality and pluck whoever he enjoys watching from whichever world he wants. Can you imagine the type of power he must wield?”
Heat Man took a silent moment to process his thoughts before shaking his head. “I feel like this place is little more than a prison. The only difference is that we are blinded with the illusion of freedom. If you stop to analyze the reality, this place is little more than a nightmare from which you cannot awaken. Everything here is fake—the byproduct of someone else’s wishes or needs. These volcanoes were created by someone early in the history of this place. Every building in Coruscant was someone’s brainchild.”
“But here you are, indulging in the science with your pseudo-volcanoes.”
Heat Man smiled. “What am I to do? I’m not a Prime. All I can do is keep my head down and live out my existence in this beautiful farce. Like I said earlier, this is preferable to death or whatever awaits us at the end of the Omniverse.”
“There could be a way out,” Proto Man postulated. “He may be a god of some sort, but Omni’s a physical person. He speaks to everyone before they wake up here, so there has to be some place he resides.”
“The humans would call that Heaven, right?” The smaller robot inquired. “That’s where they believe their god resides.”
“Correct, but who is to say whether or not that would be a physical place or just another layer around this world. I’ve been to the Dataverse, which seems to overlap every other verse.”
“If that was the case, it might be easier to find an entrance…there could be entrances in every verse, rather than just one.”
“Good point, but where would we start? We have nothing to go off of…”
Heat Man frowned as he tried to think through the issue. “I’m not sure, but I doubt we are the only ones to have such aspirations. Certainly others have tried, so there must be breadcrumbs to follow.” Proto Man nodded before the other robot continued. “Maybe Omni will let us all return home. My brothers and I could have a fresh start…free from the constraints of our creator’s ambitions.”
From the entrance of the cave, a harsh response flooded over the two machines. “No one will ever escape this place,” the cyborg known as Cell Delta strode into the cave, his gaze smug as he looked upon the injured robots. “We’re not in a prison, we’re in a coffin. Everyone here is dead, and death is the only way to live. This is just one big experiment in natural selection.” The cyborg lifted his left hand as he started to charge a burst of energy. “I will be the strongest. I will crush everything in my path, and then I will rip my way out of this hell.” With that, the cave light up as a blast of energy exploded from the man’s open palm.
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