Thread for the Saga of Richard Moorson Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  the Saga of Richard Moorson Richard Moorson 8:21pm, September 11, 2009 [Edit] [Delete] ..**..Start Cameo..**.. Richard Moorson sat on his Kawasaki Ninja; eyeing a place of business before him. Inside, was the only person who knew Richard Moorson. His brother, Brandon Moorson, was a high office Executive at ‘Gotham City Insurance’; which was the ‘Medicaid’ of Gotham. Bruce Wayne gave tons of money to it and oversaw it, but didn’t directly interfere in it. With Cadmus no longer on his trail, Richard had given himself enough time to go back to his warehouse, scope out a possible teen-ager that could, by his readings, do some incredible things, and now, he was going to see his brother. To show someone what he is; and let someone spread his story somehow. His brother, also, was the only person who he could turn to. And he was certain that Brandon thought he was dead. It was just too easy for Project Cadmus to simply say he was dead. Richard looks up at the office building, focusing his X-ray vision and searching for his brother inside the large building. Finally, after searching for about five minutes, he sees his brother on the back side, standing beside what looks like a water cooler. However, he’s on the backside of the building. Jump starting the bike with a kick; he cranks the throttle and hits the front break, catching the wheel and yanking hard upon it, cranking it to the right, he squeals the tires, and cuts to the right, the grips of the back tire catching and sending him across traffic with a NEEOOORRWW!!!! He cuts through with perfection; and heads down the side alley of the building, stopping at the backside and parking the bike next to the building. Looking up at the building, he raises his arm above his head and shoot out the arrow. It fires off and goes high in the air, sticking to the side of the building. Then, he gets cranked up, the cybernetic parts in his arm taking him with incredible speed towards the top of the building. Once there, he catches hold of the building side, and holds onto his cable, as he looks into the building he had to get inside of. Taking out a stainless steel knife, he flips it open and jams it into the window, using his strength to jam the knife into the window, he starts to carefully cut the window away, and making a circle much like a thief would. When he finishes the circle, he pushes the glass in, the glass hitting the carpeted floor in the office. Climbing inside the office, he moves to the door and locks it, pulling out a 9 millimeter Beretta. Checking the magazine to it, he pulls the silencer from his boot, and spinning it onto the pistol, he looks through the office wall and sees no one coming. Ok, time to move. The door of the office opened slowly, and Richard stepped out into the hallway, his eyes alert and watching. He checks the hallway up and down, using his X-Ray vision to check for anyone who was on their way, or coming into the hall. Seeing everything clear, he moves swiftly, yet quietly towards his brother’s cubicle. He ducks low, and within a couple minutes he has to duck into an empty cubicle to let someone pass-by without seeing him, which works to perfection. The woman, so intent on the papers she was looking at and reading over, that she indeed does not see the man that had two seconds prior ducked into the nearest cubicle to remain being unseen. The woman walks by him, and he turns and continues in the opposite direction of her, and heads down the cubicle of hallways. Then, he’s there, at his brother’s cubicle. Dipping into it, he puts the gun in its holster under his arm, and then half hisses to his brother to get his attention. The man, Brandon Moorson, turned to look at his ‘dead’ brother with a look of amazement. ”Oh my god, Richard!!” ”Calm down, mate. You’re gonna get me caught, just...Ssh!! Brandon, quiet down!!” ”What the hell is going on!? You, you’re dead!” ”Would you shut the hell up for a minute, bro. Look, we gotta get out of here, we need to talk!” ”Man, I don’t know you. My-My brother died in an accident while driving his work truck. I-I don’t know who you are mister but you BE-“ Richard doesn’t play games. Rather instead, he grabs his younger brother by his tie and yanks him down from the chair, so he’s eye level with his brother. Looking at him a moment, he speaks slowly, calmly, and without hesitation or thought. ”When I was 10 and you were 6; we lived in the city of Metropolis with Mom. Dad was in some foreign country, doing something or other with his Army buddies for the government. But one night, we decided to go to the Park, to play a game of basketball. On our way there, we got attacked by the neighborhood bullies, right?” He nods his head slowly, as he speaks his story, apparently one that only he and his brother knew about. In reality, that was the truth. The event that he was speaking of was total and true, and the two had never even told their mother about it both out of fear, and of loyalty to one another. His brother, going wide-eyed as the story starts, nods slowly as Richard continues the story, as slow and deliberate as he had at the beginning of his monologue. ”Right, well, on our way to the park, we got attacked by the neighborhood bully, Roger Flask. And he had a gun. And he had it pointed at me, ‘cause him and I always fought over you. Well, you hit him in the face with the basketball, and I disarmed him, and shot him dead with the gun he had pointed at me. And we promised each other that when we would never tell another soul that story for fear of me going to prison, remember?” Again, his brother nods slowly, and Richard lets go of the man’s tie, who leans back in his desk slowly, shaking visibly. Richard. How? How did you survive? They showed me pictures of the trucking accident. The truck was in the river. How did this happen? Richard shakes his hand in a “no” gesture as he hears his brother’s bogus story about his death. Cadmus had simply wiped him off the face of the planet, his entire existence, with a fatal ‘trucking accident.’ A load of bullshit that more or less just pissed Richard off, but he didn’t have much choice about it. It was time to keep moving. When times get tough, the tough get moving. And Richard, despite his harsh life, was feeling tougher than ever. ”Look, Brandon, that’s all bullshit. Everything about it. Look. I worked for that secret Government Project labeled ‘Project Cadmus.’ You’ve heard of them, right? Well, I was working for Project Cadmus as a security guard. I was just, doing security guard work at one of their labs. Well, I accidentally knocked over some chemicals, or, well they knocked over around me, the room sealed, I thought I was dead in the ensuing explosion. Three weeks later, I wake up, and I’m…changed, Brandon. Different.” His brother listens, carefully, to the entire thing, and when Richard stops and looks at his brother uncertainly, Brandon shakes his head a little, and his look to Richard can be explained as only one thing: ‘What the fuck?’ ”What, Rich? What was different? Are you one o’ them meta-human things now? Are you one of them ‘Mutant Freak’ things?” Richard shakes his head at his brother. As close as the guy may be, Brandon always had to say the worst things to Richard, it seemed. He was always staring at the situation as if nothing in the world was the matter, and he was just inquisitive about it. ”No, look, Brandon, Ssh!! Look, I woke up, and I-“ Richard stops for a second, looking at his brother, then looking around three hundred and sixty degrees, using his X-ray vision to make sure no body near by were listening in on the whispered conversation. That was the last thing he or his brother needed right now. When Richard sees no one trying to ‘listen in’; he turns back to his brother, swallowing the lump that had recently gotten caught in his throat, as his stomach tightened into a small, nervous ball. Clearing his throat, he looked at his brother squarely in the eyes, and told him something more serious than when he’d killed the neighborhood bully for his brother. ”Look; Brandon. I-..I got changed with…machines. They called me ‘Cyborg Zero’ when I was escaping; but I know who I am. I know my name is Richard Moorson. I know who you are, I remember mom’s face. I remember...-I remember getting blown up!! Then, I wake up, it’s three weeks later, I got all these parts and weird things I can do on instinct, and-“ He pauses for a moment, looking at his brother and grimacing a bit; then, after a brief moment, he continues as before. ”Well. Granted I was a bit freaked out, and the scientists’ were talkin’ about refraining me, and ‘needing to get the control data in my head!’ So, I battled out, and I ran. And dude! I ran. In fact, I’ve been running for what…how long…2, 3 months at least? I’ve been hounded by the Project since I woke up. I didn’t need to eat. Sleep. Even breathe. I was completely self sustained. But I ran, and eventually, I got away from the Project. The minute I did, I pulled the tracer and... Then... well… here…” ”Holy hell, Rich. What are you gon-“ That was when the building windows smashed inwards and screams erupted. Richard already knew who it was and what they were doing. Project Cadmus had found him. And now, he couldn’t just run. He had his brother to protect. Damn it; he needed to get his brother out of here and to safety somewhere. Why had he been so foolish as to come and see his own flesh and blood so soon? Of course Project Cadmus would have been watching. And they had everything he had, at least. They built him, right? And even worse, he’d officially signed his brother’s death warrant. What a fool he was. But inside, Richard starts computing, even as his mind swirls, and just like that, his computer training kicks in. And he becomes something much more than a man. He pulls his brother to the corner and shoves his head down, drawing the silenced Beretta with the other hand. His brother gasps, seeing the gun, and just sits there, waiting for his older brother to get him out of this jam; just like every time before this. ”Ok, look here mate. I’m gonna get us outta here alive, alright? I need you to follow me when I say so, and stay low! ok?” He nods, and his brother nods right with him. Richard pats him on the shoulder, and then clicks the safety off of the Beretta. ”Ok; good. Don’t worry; mate. We’ll be fine.” With that, he stands back up, moving to the edge of the cubicle and scoping out the entire office with his X-ray vision. 6 men in total were moving down the hall directly for Brandon’s cubicle. They each had submachine guns, and very cheap Kevlar armor. Obviously, because of his running for three months, Cadmus had figured him a running case, and was planning on him simply turning and running away. Well, Richard knew that was not going to happen; not today. Richard moves to a cubicle down the hall and stands low on the cubicle wall, using his multiple joint placement system and flexibility to get that posture just perfect. Then, seeing them with his eyes going out the back of his head, with the cybernetic implants, he smirks, and as the first one gets almost 5 feet from him, Richard’s arm shoots out from around the cubicle wall, flexing and bending unnaturally and holding the gun firmly, it fires out three shots at the incoming line of men. The first bullet hits the oncoming man’s heart and goes through him, actually hitting the second man, however; Richard shoots a gun like a machine. He shoots the same shot three times. There was no grouping; the shots were exact to the prior one before it. All three men go down, and when that’s done, Richard stands up, turning to the other group of three coming down from the opposite cubicle path that ran through the building. Richard puts the gun in its holster under his arm, and then, takes off at a run. Nothing hinders his path, no computer, machine, cubicle wall or desk can stop him as he rushes and breaks through them like nothing. His X-ray vision let him see exactly what the Military men do when they hear this. They turn towards the sound, and start shooting. Ducking low; he leaps into the air; leaping hard and smashing through the ceiling above him. Below he hears the frantic cries of the men below. Running quickly like a rhino on a rampage he hears the man below as he leaps into the air; craning his fist back as he flies upward; aiming his strike to be perfect. What was he aiming for? The floor/ceiling area that was right above the middle soldier in the pack of three. ”He’s up one floor. He busted through the ceiling! I Have NO VISUAL! I REPEAT! NO VIS-“ He slams downwards; his fist connecting with the concrete floor. He smashes downwards, through the floor and into the ceiling of the soldiers below. His path doesn’t stop, and the ceiling above the soldiers crumble, and the man in the middle screams as the ceiling comes down on him, Richard following it and smashing down on the rubble. Bending backwards, his balance impeccable, the two remaining soldiers aim their sub-machine guns at one another, but, miraculously, manage not to shoot each other. Richard, still bend backwards Neo style, reaches out with both hands and grabs either gun on either side of him. Testing the two men’s grip on the guns with a yank, he smirks, and then yanks upward. HARD!! All the way up. He lifts both men up by their guns, and slaps the two men’s bodies together like two frying pans. SMACK!! They both let off a similar “OOF!!” before hitting the ground unconscious. Looking down at the men he’d just beaten the living crap of for a minute, he’s surprised by himself. Once, he wouldn’t have known how to do any of that. But today; just like it were instinct, he just, started fighting, like a BADASS! But; at the same time; inside, Richard didn’t want all this. He couldn’t even manage his life before, with a Nine to Fiver and a dirty ass apartment. Now he was worrying about getting his brother out of dangerous situations without a hole in him? This was NOT Richard’s deal. ”Brandon!! Let’s move; we have to go!!” With his X-ray Vision, he saw Brandon moving along the floor towards him rather quickly; and that was when he took three shots to the chest from a man who was hiding at an odd angle; behind Richard. He fired three shots with a big pistol. A .44 Taurus revolver. Richard feels the three shots connect in rapid succession, knowing exactly how the man had gotten those bullets out of that gun so quick. He’d done it by using two hands. One on the hammer; and one on the stock. Richard falls to his knees and looks at the silver-red blood he pulls from the black T-shirt. Coughing, he spits silver red as well. It’d hit his lung. Then, he feels something even more odd. Something, crawling within his chest; rebuilds itself in his body; filling the parts lost by the three large shots. Realizing he’s okay, and how close the man was to seeing his brother; Richard snaps up and comes to a crouch, on one knee and sitting on his heel. Then; drawing the Beretta and aiming it more swiftly than he’d ever aimed anything; he lets off four shots at the soldier. PFFT-PFFT! PFFT!! PFFT!! The man takes the four shots, two in the chest, one in the leg, and the last one in his shoulder, and it knocks him off his cable rope on the outside of the building. He falls sixteen stories and hits the pavement. Some get the shit, and some get the stains; Richard supposed. He didn’t like the way he was living but it was the only way he knew how to survive. Cadmus was all over him, and hounding him constantly. He was tired of having to run. So, for now, he would fight. Grabbing his brother, who was a relatively slim man, weighing up to an easy 135 pounds, squealed a bit as he’s easily hoisted over Richard’s shoulder. But Richard doesn’t speak. He starts to run, taking off and getting a good start on the gun before leaping over cubicles and landing solidly as he continues. In the distance, he hears more men. Knowing their behind him; he doesn’t look back as his brother sees guns pointed at him and hollers out in fright. Richard kicks in a metal door that leads to the building stairwell; and keeps running. Clearing stories in his climb upwards in seconds. Reaching the top; he smashes the door outwards; and steps onto the building roof; and immediately catches two of what he had dreaded, but knew would be there all along. Above him, circling the building, their sights on him; were two Cadmus Project transport choppers. Richard kept his pace however, and his head, and as bullets began to pepper inches behind his feet; he began to know his brother would be safe. He’d done this far too many times to get it wrong; and he knew his brother would be okay. Leaping onto the overhang of the building, two seconds ahead of the bullets behind him; he takes a deep breath and leaps with all his might; and faith. He goes airborne, climbing high into the air as his brother puts his arms over his eyes and yells out in sheer terror. But Richard hits the building rooftop across the street with strength and vigor; as he smiles a little. It was simple. His brother and he were going to make it out of this alive. BLAM!! A shot rings out in the distance behind them; and Richard doesn’t worry about it. Not until he feels the bullet, large and powerful, rip through his shoulder and throw him to the ground in a somersault style roll. He comes to a skidding halt on his stomach, and ignoring the pain in his shoulder, and all over his chest, he forces himself to his hands and knees; immediately turning to look at his brother to see if he was okay. He wasn’t. What met Richard’s eyes horrified and bewildered him. Brandon stared blankly back at Richard. Richard’s eyes took on sorrow and sadness of a lifetime into his eyes; seeing Brandon’s eyes cloud over in death. He’d been shot in the chest, and already forming around him was that horrible, crimson red pool of blood. Richard wanted to cry, but he didn’t have tear ducts. Instead he just sat there; looking at his dead brother. ”Oh god! No no no no no!! This can’t be happening. No!! Brandon!! Oh, GOD!!” Richard reached out to his brother for a moment, before drawing his hand back. He could hear the two choppers approaching. His eyes went from his dead brother, to the two choppers above. And his instincts took over. His desire to destroy those choppers; to take revenge upon those that had killed his brother, was immeasurable. Richard would not be denied this satisfaction. Turning, as the choppers closed in, he rushed right towards them, leaping off the building in another high climb towards the skies above. His arm aimed out at the closest chopper, and he fired the thick metal arrow that was stored there. PSSSHHOO!THUK!! The arrow connects to the underbelly of the chopper, and he starts reeling himself in as the men above pull up; bewildered by what he’d done, and realizing the danger of it. From the open back seat, a soldier fires a large Assault rifle at Richard; the bullets flicking by him come within inches of his face, ear, and body. But; he gets all the way up to the chopper, and grabbing hold of the underbelly of the open door on the chopper, he roars out in fury as he pulls himself upwards and grabs the man with both feet around his neck. Then, he pulls the man over the side with him; holding onto the cable as the two fall back down towards the Earth. It’s brief however, as the cable takes tension to Richard; and he lets go of the soldier he’d dragged out of the chopper. The soldier screams as he continues to fall towards the Earth, and Richard arcs back up; pushing his feet together and using them like a battering ram. The second chopper remains close; seeing the action; unwilling to let Richard get away. Richard smashes through the cockpit window, flying by the pilot and smashing through the other side of the glass on the co-pilot side of the cockpit. The cable runs through the cockpit, right over the controls and Richard smirks; the cable taunt against his hands as he stands on the side of the helicopter. ”Have a nice flight!” Then, with ten thousand pounds of force, he yanks on the cable; the arrow shaft holding just like he’d wanted it to. The cable pulls taunt over the cockpit controls crushing them, then, the sheer force of the pull yanks the entire helicopter ninety degrees; in the direction Richard had pulled. The arrow gives and pulls away from the off tilt Helicopter; and the cable begins to run back into him, pulling the arrow closer and closer. But Richard wasn’t staying in one spot. As soon as the helicopter had started to turn; he leapt from the chopper, using his feet to kick the chopper to head towards the ground. Now, with both the pull and the kick, the chopper had a dangerously unnatural spin to it; and it only got worse as it got closer to the ground. But Richard no longer thinks of that, as the arrow clicks back into place in his forearm. He goes through a back flip, his arms spread wide as he goes. His aim was dead accurate, computed by a computer and calibrated with such things as wind; he flies through the open door of the standing by chopper. He shoots through the chopper, and grips onto the opposite side chopper door floor as his body swing out into open air. Then, he thrusts downwards, with all his might. His body rotates going down towards the underbelly of the aircraft, and at the precise moment, he pulls up, gripping hard enough to leave his hands imprinted in the metal of the chopper floor above. He gets the desired effect, as when he comes back up, the underbelly of the aircraft rips away, the metal pulling apart at the welded seams of the body of the chopper and the cockpit of it. The men scream as the chopper goes haywire, and spins downward, out of control. Richard goes into a free fall; grabbing onto one of the soldiers as he goes. Ripping away the man’s comm. On his face, he uses the man as a surf board in the sky, standing upon his back for a minute or so. When the two fall past a rooftop, Richard kicks upward, the comm. Link in his hands as he leaps off the man’s back, and then hits the roof of the building with the bottoms of his feet. Richard looks over his shoulder for a moment as he watches the explosion of the chopper below, then, without a look back, he begins walking, putting the comm. Link in his ear. ”Is anyone out there!! Any survivors!?” ”Yeah; there’s a survivor mate. Me. Who the hell is this?” He hears a chuckle rasp through the comm. And frowns, clenching his fists together as he moves quickly, yet quietly, down the stairwell of the building. ”Well; I’ll be damned. Cyborg Zero found our secure line. Well; Cyborg Zero; since I only have about a minute to speak to you; let me say this. My name is Rain McClouth; and I’ve been ordered by Cadmus to bring you back. And I’m the one who shot your brother. Welcome to the game; Zero. I’m your teacher, and by the end of all this, you’ll be my bitch!! HA! HAAHAHAA!!” And just like that, the comm. Link between Richard and Mr. “McClouth’ was severed; without even giving Richard a chance to retort. Instead, he stared angrily at the small comm. Link he held in his hands, and then, he crushed it in rage. Throwing the useless piece of smashed equipment away; he keeps moving. His brother was dead; and the blood was on his hands. He could blame no one but himself for what happened today. But this wasn’t over to Richard. Project Cadmus was hunting him? Oh no. Not anymore. Now, he was hunting Project Cadmus. And in particular; Richard was hunting one ‘Rain McClouth.’ Exiting the building he’d climbed down; he moves out into the street. The bullet holes in his jacket weren’t noticeable; but the blood was. Taking over the brown leather jacket, he tosses it as he walks out into the city street. He pulls from his back pocket a pair of sunglasses, and turning an eye to the sky, he checks his back once, before mingling into the crowd and disappearing into the city without a trace. ..**..End Cameo..**..  And Villian #1 Enters Rain McClouth 8:29pm, September 11, 2009 [Edit] [Delete] Rain McClouth watched the fire that was once one of his choppers burn in Gotham. With the Project’s money and blackmailing, this would be swept under the rug; to look like it never happened. But Rain knew it had happened. And he didn’t like it. He sighed angrily as he moved away from the 50 caliber sniper rifle he’d set up on a rooftop not 60 yards from Richard and his brother. Yes, he’d shot Brandon Moorson. A loose end, anyway. Cyborg Zero, A.K.A ‘Richard Moorson’ was property of Project Cadmus; as far as he was concerned. And Cyborg Zero had made a critical error; going back immediately to a family member after be hunted and followed by Cadmus for weeks, MONTHS on end without resolve. Of course, after Cyborg Zero had taken out the tracer, and gone off grid, they’d started keeping tabs on ‘hotspots’ that he’d show up at. One of the biggies had been his brother’s work. And without fail, Zero had shown up, and done exactly like they’d thought he would. Of course, in reality; Rain knew he probably didn’t have to be the one pulling the trigger of the sniper rifle that was meant for Brandon Moorson; but hell, he liked to be close to his work. The two choppers were a big loss. Nothing that wouldn’t be replaced, mind you, but at the same time, he would also be getting some frowns from his superiors. McClouth didn’t like his superiors frowning at him. Mission success was his bread and butter, and he didn’t want any ink on his perfect white card that was his reputation. ”Alright; alright, men; here’s what we have to do. Get the clean up crews in here, ASAP. I want those two choppers cleaned up off Gotham in thirty minutes. And keep the camera men out of the area while you clean that up. We don’t need anyone taking a dip in this. And someone clean up those bodies; and get our assault men outta here. ON THE DOUBLE!!” His squad leaders went to work, and he moved off to the side of the roof as his things are packed. Taking out a line to line phone; he squawks it in. ”Sir. Bad news. Cyborg Zero got away; again. We eliminated his brother, however; the Cyborg then turned on the choppers, and brought both of them down from the sky. Yes. Yes sir; I believe that may have been this ‘Richard Moorson’ entity you’ve been discussing. Yes; sir. I realize that. It’s nothing we didn’t plan for. Yes, sir. Right away.” Clicking the phone off; he smirks a little. Just like that, his superiors had given him two more choppers. In fact, they had planned for this within Cyborg Zero. They also knew something that the Cyborg didn’t. Unless he downloaded the correct data that would synthesize himself with the computer entity that was within him; the computer entity would take over. And then, what WAS ‘Richard Moorson’ would only be ‘Cyborg Zero.’ Of course; Project Cadmus didn’t want the entity to become Cyborg Zero completely either. Cyborg Zero was; at best, uncontrollable. It would kill anything and everything around it. No; that was of no use to Project Cadmus. They just wanted a bit more of Richard Moorson out, and a little bit more of Cyborg Zero; in. Of course, Rain hadn’t mentioned that to Richard during his brief ‘Comm. Link’ session. Why? It wasn’t starting to really kick in; yet. They still had a bit of time, and honestly, it would only provoke Cyborg Zero more. Which was exactly what Rain didn’t need at this point of his life. Not after chasing a Cyborg around the United States for three damn months. Rain growls a bit at himself, grabbing and lighting a thick cigar to cool down. ”Sir. We’re ready to go.” Rain nods; looking down as Project Cadmus teams move in to clean up the mess. Ok. It was time to go. Turning on his heel, the man takes his flank; and he moves into the stairwell and down of the roof top to a waiting hummer. Within minutes he’s gone, already planning where Richard is going to wind up next, and where he was now. Because; that was his job, and he was damn good at his job. Rain had an idea of where Zero/Moorson would be going next; however; he wasn’t sure when. But he had to be ready for it. Time to call it in. Picking up a phone within the Hummer, he dials up the troops, having them move the heavy artillery to a building in South Gotham. It was a Cadmus owned lab; and it was situated underneath the city. It was no longer a testing facility, with the constant movement of scientists’ escaping what could possibly become a trial; and to keep their dealings secret; but the property was still owned by Cadmus. It was now a Military Barracks; and it had a lot of men and a lot of weapons; but the files about Cyborg Zero, among other projects Cadmus were involved with, were still there. And they couldn’t be erased. So; he would have to put a heavy lock upon that area of the Cadmus Project facility. Cyborg Zero, and Richard Moorson, would not learn about the synthesizer needed for the two entities to live together. If that happened, Cyborg Zero could be a complete failure. Rain McClouth did not fail; and so; it would not happen.  Villian #2 Enters Cyborg Zero 8:31pm, September 11, 2009 [Edit] [Delete] Within Richard Moorson; something came alive; as if awoken by an alarm clock. It went through the various system checks; and in two seconds; it was caught up to speed with everything around it. Especially Richard. It knew what Richard was thinking; and it therefore knew what the Cadmus Project was thinking about as well. Everything was linked within the ‘Running Man’; Richard Moorson. However; the computer entity within Moorson; for now; remained low. He still didn’t know about the synthesizer; and though if it had wanted; the entity could have informed Richard of it; it felt no need. One of two things would happen; eventually. Richard and the entity within him would synthesize together; understanding each other to achieve a higher sense of being; or; if not synthesized; it would take over full control; and have its own way. All the time. So of course; the entity within Richard wanted control; but at the same time, it knew it was the only one of its kind. And if it took over full control; then it would be alone in a universe of others. It had already shown itself to Richard more than once. In the instances where Richard had to let his instincts take over his movements; Cyborg Zero had been there. Lying under the surface. However; because of Richards need to survive; he had chosen to ignore the why’s and the how’s of the amazing things he had simply ‘learned’. In fact, those things were, indeed Cyborg Zero; trained and efficient. However; Richard knew some of what it knew, but in a struggle for the body; the two were perfectly even; his heart and soul playing a bigger part than one might think. So Cyborg Zero must be methodical; and there was one thing it could not learn from the nanites and internet. And that was the other entity within it. Richard Moorson. It must first learn Richard Moorson; before learning anyone. It was 2 A.M. Richard was asleep. Sometimes, the mind and soul held onto humanities most simplistic things, simply to believe they are still a part of humanity. If Zero’s data was correct; the situation was “ironic.” The men and woman of the world; sleeping because it’s simply a part of their life; something everyone has done for as long as man was around. And the ones cast-out of humanity; practice the resting cycle; to achieve a state of belief that they are still a part of humanity. Richard Moorson was cut from his body; with a message sent through the entity that shared his body. Then; the nanites within Richards’s body come to “true life”; and Cyborg Zero is woken within Richard Moorson. And Richard; remains in a slumber until Cyborg Zero releases control. Which he would; eventually. It was far too soon for Richard to know there was another entity within him; then the man would begin to fight. No; Zero would relinquish his control. Richard was just going to be having some very strange dreams. Cyborg Zero rises from the bed that was 3 seconds ago; Richard Moorson; and now; it was Cyborg Zero. Turning with purpose; with a mission; it moves towards Richard’s laptop, It only knows it’s programming. It only lives; for it’s purpose. It had everything you can download onto a computer to achieve its mission; as a resource. However; its programming was to move as much as it could for its goal. This hadn’t been programmed in; thanks to Richard. So Cyborg Zero was a wild card. It could go any way it wanted. Right now; it was simply downloading information that Richard had; reanalyzing objectives and changing a few to fit its priority from what it’s learned; and moving towards the Internet. Richard’s laptop was on a desk not far away. And it was plugged by a cable into the internet. Rotating its shoulders; readying itself for the intense rush of information it was about to receive; it placed a hand on the computer; its hands turning into what appeared like water. Swarming over the computer; it synchs into it; and then, it happens. Cyborg Zero started taking on the internet. Downloading tons of information and saving it on backup drives within its own super-computer. The nanites system was ingenious; filtering out viruses as they flowed from the internet. He downloading every rumor; fable; magazine article; and “youtube” video there was on “Project Cadmus”; placing the information within one of its folders. It acted; exactly as a computer. Then; it pulls out of the internet; and stepping back a minute; it looks at its hand. Sorry; Richard. The internet did dangerous things. The purpose of Cyborg Zero became real; and true. A simple task: ”To destroy The Cadmus Project.” Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete