I did this because it was bound to be done by someone.
And... I wanted to beat Willmore to it ^.-

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[Space... February 2035]
 
Across the void of space surrounding the earth, a multitude of sentinel
satelites scanned airspace.  For the most part, the things they tracked
were mundane - other satelites, delivery shuttles, and the occasional
stray meteor.

Tonight, however, something odd was making its way towards earth.
Something big.  One by one, the satelites turned their lenses and sensors
to the object of mystery.

And of course, GENOM controlled them all.

- - -

[GENOM Tower - Megatokyo]

"What time did it appear on our radar?" rumbled Quincy, ancient head of
the multinational titan known as GENOM.  His hawk-like eyes scanned across
the many display screens, showing the data his vast network of spy
satelites had managed to snare.

"It hit our outer satelites at three this morning sir," said a voice
through the speaker on his desk.

"You should have woken men up," said Quincy.

"Ah... uh... sorry sir!  I'm sorry!"

"Hrm.  Too late to regret it now," dismissed Quincy.  "Do we know where
it's going to land?"

"Nevada, sir, in approximately two hours."

"Hmm.  Forget all you have seen this night, and make sure word doesn't get
out about it either.  Do you _understand_?" Quincy asked, adding an
ever-so-slight tinge of menace to his voice.

"U-understood sir!"

"Good.  That is all."  He turned all the surveilence and audio equipment
off in his private office, then looked skyward with a scowl.

This would have to be handled carefully.  Of course, there was only one
person he could trust for this task.

*click*

"Maddigan, come to my office, now."

"Yes sir, on my way."

Minutes later, Quincy's ever-loyal assistant entered the room.  She
noticed her superior's sullen mood and feared what could put him in such a
state.

"Yes sir?" she said cautiously.

"Maddigan.  You will go to Nevada immediately."

"Now sir?  But I'm-"

"_He_ is back."

Madigan gasped.  "Not... _him_.  I thought... I thought he-"

"He still lives on, Maddigan.  Be sure to show him the proper respect when
you meet him."

"Of course sir."

"After all," he grumbled further, "he _is_ my father."

*

[England - June 2035]

"So, he's back, is he?"

"Yes sir, I'm afraid he is."

The head of Her Majesty's Secret Service frowned, looking out from his
window.  The world had certainly changed since the formation of the
Service.  Yes indeed.  But... the question on his mind was 'can these
changes be overcome?'.

For the sake of the world, they had to be.

"We've no choice then.  Re-animate _him_."

"_Him_ sir?  You don't mean..."

"I certainly do."

*

[MegaTokyo - July 2035]


The entire city of Tokyo was ground to a halt.

Because of one man.

At this moment, thousands of eyes were watching him, as he had broadcast
his image to nearly every television and computer in Japan.  His visage
was fearsome indeed, a pale scarred face with a constant angry scowl.

//PEOPLE OF JAPAN... I AM... DOCTOR EVIL.  WHAT I INTEND TO DO IS SEND
A...  'COMPUTER VIRUS' I THINK YOU CALL IT... THAT WILL RENDER ANY BOOMER
IT INFECTS INTO A PSYCHOTIC KILLING MACHINE.//

Some on the streets were wondering exactly how that was different with
what they were putting up with now.

//FURTHERMORE, THIS 'COMPUTER VIRUS' WILL SPREAD THROUGH THE ENTIRE CITY
OF MEGATOKYO WITHIN AN HOUR, AND SPREAD TO ALL OF ASIA WITHIN A DAY.//

In the infamous club 'Hot Legs', Priss was watching the television
intently.  She felt this was a GENOM thing. After all, wasn't it always?

//HOWEVER, I WILL _NOT_ RELEASE THIS... 'COMPUTER VIRUS'... IF THE NATION
OF TOKYO GIVES ME... _ONE_MILLION_YEN_."

One million yen?  Priss frowned.  Boy, this one was settling for peanuts,
all things considered.

//HMM?  WHAT'S THAT?  OH... SORRY.  I MEAN.... ONE BILLION YEN.//

Ah, that was more like it.

//JAPAN HAS TEN HOURS TO COMPLY WITH MY DEMANDS.  THAT IS ALL.//

Well, looks like it was time for the Knight Sabres again.  She was itching
to go, but there was this British twerp that kept on getting in her way. 

"C'mon, baby, let's get psychadelic on the dance floor, ey?  An'maybe
we'll shag a bit later?  Aaay?  Aaay?"

"You idiot!  Can't you see the whole city's in danger?"

That seemed to only make the gaijin more smug.  "Danger?  Why... me middle
name is Danger!"

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BUBBLEGUM BABY!  YEAH!

or

BGC: Austin Powers, International Gaijin of Mystery!

bald cats!
big asian guys that throw things!
the fembot boomers, really groovy sexaroids!
a touching meeting of father and son!
a naked british guy with bad teeth!
a gross display of chest hair!
all this and more!

maybe, maybe not coming soon....

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