Mega Man Fan Fiction ❯ The Upgrades ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Dr. Light stopped mid-stride.  He dropped his pad.

They stared at each other -- Dr. Light in the doorway and Mega Man kneeling behind his sister who was on all fours, both of them naked and glistening in the afterglow of sex.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" he shouted.  

Roll shrank back.  She had never heard Dr. Light swear before.  Or yell.

"Doctor-" Rock said.

"P-put your clothes on.  For god's sakes.  Put them on now!"  He backed up and shut the door behind him.  "Jesus Christ."

Mega Man and Roll jumped off the bed and redressed with robot speed.  Roll kicked her sexy gown under the bed and pulled out her conservative red smock.  

"What are we supposed to do?" Mega Man asked.

"I have no idea," Roll said.  If she were a human, she supposed she would be crying now.  "I guess we just go out there and face the consequences."

"No choice now," Mega Man added.  

They stood together and opened the door at the same time.  Dr. Light's back was to them.  His hands were shaking.  

"Doctor Light?" Mega Man said and reached a hand for his shoulder.

"This is... this is... I have no words.  This is disgusting.  Just... just tell me what I saw.  Tell me what I saw wasn't what I saw?"

"What?" Rock asked.

"Don't play dumb.  Was that... you weren't actually... oh my God."

"Dr. Light, we can explain," Roll said.

"How?  How can you explain?  Unless what you were doing was some kind of interpretive dance?"  He looked at them pleadingly, hoping by some far off stretch that this was the truth.

Roll gazed at the floor.

"How long has this been going on?" Light asked.

Mega Man and Roll glanced at each other.  Rock said, "Six days, nine hours-"

"Since the beginning," Roll said.

"I knew it.  I never, NEVER should have given you those... things.  Those parts.  Why?  Why, I asked.  I knew it would lead to something, but this...?  How could you do it?  SHE'S YOUR SISTER."

"Only by human standards.  Robots don't-"

"By ANY standards," Light shouted.  "We're a family.  You're siblings.  In every sense of the word."  

Roll said, "You have to understand, we have different-"

"It's not different.  It doesn't matter what you think, you still have to hold yourselves up to human morality.  Oh... oh my god... Was this why you wanted more than the physical changes?  So you could have sex with each other?"

"No, no," Rock said.  "That just sort of... happened."

"These sorts of things don't just happen," Light said.

"No, it did," Roll said.  "We didn't want to risk an encounter with other humans, because we didn't want to violate the three rules.  After we evaluated our options, we realized that we're the only two robots in the world who had the cognition capacity and equipment."

"Before that, the only avenue to explore was individual masturbation.  And I had nearly exhausted my research in that area before she proposed the idea," Mega Man said.

Dr. Light pointed at Roll.  "You?  Proposed to him?  You had the idea?"  He shook his head.  "That makes me sick.  This whole thing makes me sick.  And you," he pointed at Rock.  "You should have more sense than to agree."

"I... I don't know," Rock said.  "Maybe the existence of the hardware had an unforeseen effect on my analysis and deduction modules."

"Bloody hell.  Well, I'll re-program that right now.  In fact, I'm removing everything I put in.  Total rollback."

"Doctor, don't you have the conference tomorrow?" Roll asked.

"Don't you think I know that?" Light yelled.  "Christ, less than a day to go.  And I have to deal with this?"

"It would be impossible for you to revert the upgrades within that time.  The software alone would require multiple diagnostics, which take hours-"

Light pointed a trembling finger at him.  "You... you... shut up," he said.  

Mega Man drew back.  Dr. Light had never told him to shut up before.  No one ever had.  He was single-handedly responsible for stopping a madman from taking over the world, defeated countless robot armies with a single weapon.  And he wanted to shut down in a charger for the rest of his life.

"I'll just have to skip the conference," Light said.

"You can't," Roll said, "They're expecting you.  The judgment of the council could be affected-"

"You don't think I know that?  The future of robotics hangs in the balance and you... argh.  Fine, you... Both of you are to have no contact with each other until I get those... things out of you.  Stay at separate areas of the house."

They both hung their heads.  

"I don't want you seeing each other at all.  Honestly, this sort of behavior... and right before the conference."  Light massaged the area under his armpit.  "I am going to lie down.  Then I am going to start recompiling your old software builds."  He turned around and forced a cough.  "Honestly..."  

He stormed off down the hall.

"He was really mad," Roll said.

"He told me to shut up," Rock said.  

"I know."

"He's never yelled at me before.  I feel so... I don't know what's the right word.  Low?  Disreputable?  Diminished?"

"Shitty?"

"That's right."  Rock began walking away down an empty corridor.

"Where are you going?" Roll asked.

"Away.  Like Light said."  

Roll watched him turn a corner.  She did not see Mega Man keep going to a remote part of the mansion, where the scanners had a blind spot.  Once there, he activated his teleport circuit and flew out of the mansion, where his molecules would reassemble in the alley next to another robotic brothel.

Dr. Light flopped on his back, curled into a fetal position, rolled onto his stomach with arms under the pillow, then recycled the whole maneuver.  The sheets looked like crumpled tissues.  The room needed tidying up, but he didn't let himself think about that, because that made him think of Roll.

He didn't expect to sleep, didn't expect to nap.  But he didn't expect his own quarters to feel like a torture chamber.  He couldn't do any work while this... situation was fresh in his head.  But he couldn't do anything to get the thoughts out.  It felt like a sponge soaked up with the dirt and chemicals of a factory floor.  

He watched minutes tick to hours.  The few trophies and accolades he kept on his shelf -- his Ph.D. in robotic sciences, his honorary degree from the U.N. council of education -- all meaningless, because he couldn't get two robots to work right.

Someone knocked at his door.  "What is it?" he called.  He didn't feel like being disturbed, and Roll or Rock would know that.  He'd programmed them for at least that much common sense.  

Roll opened the door slowly.  "Dr. Light?  Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine, Roll."

"I need to tell you something."

Light sighed.  What more could she possibly tell him?  "What?"  

"I'm pregnant."