Mystery Fusion # 18
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There is, perhaps, in the entirety of the universe, only one single constant.
Nothing is constant.
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[Gold stream.]
He was a creator, a forger, and inventor. He was brilliant, he knew, not
ego speaking, but fact. His discoveries and inventions would change the
face of science forever.
Assuming that they survived unbroken. Not for the first time, he
considered trying to search for a device or an invention to dispatch
what he considered the most annoying feature of his life. Dispatch? No,
that wasn't fair. Replace? Simply... take the one, and replace it with
another, hopefully more capable?
It stood to reason.
Then... to make the device that would solve the problem that plagued him.
He smiled, his feet scuffling along the pristine floor of his laboratory.
***
[Green stream.]
He was a creator, a forger, and an inventor. He was a fool, he knew,
behind the facade he often displayed. Few had interests, like his own,
and he was often afraid that his knowledge would be useless once the
immediate problem was solved.
Not, of course, that the problem was likely to be solved anytime soon.
The key, or at least, one of them, was gone. And with her, a new problem.
He rubbed at his chin, leaning back in his chair and contemplating. The
key to resolving the situation lay partially in the boy... and possibly
the girl. He wasn't certain about that, other than the fact that he
wished they got along better. Well, leave well enough alone, he supposed...
But
_her_, on the other hand...
***
[Gold stream.]
He whistled to himself, polishing the already gleaming steel of his
mecha, waiting for something to go wrong. It inevitably did, and he
needed to be prepared... though it was easier with her gone, and her
more than capable replacement made things even more so.
The computer sounded softly, its low and dulcet voice giving warning. He
shrugged, boarding his mecha, and preparing for battle. He was used to
this sort of things by now. And... maybe he'd take her along, as a
reward for her assistance around the lab.
***
[Green stream.]
He frowned, watching the pilots on their monitors, struggling frantically
with the oppressive enemy forces. The new one... was not as capable as
the old one had been. He sighed, shaking his head. She was still in the
large unit with the boy, though. Maybe enough could be salvaged.
He
_was_ part of the key, after all...
***
[Gold stream.]
His foes were dangerous, and his mecha crippled. It crouched low,
conserving what fuel cells remained. Perhaps he was
_not_ so wise to
bring the girl along. "I believe that we may have a problem," he
enunciated, hands flying across the controls as he assessed his options.
She stepped forward from the back of the cockpit, where she had fallen,
and placed her hands on the controls over his. In a very calm tone, she
announced, "These are the Wings of the Light Hawk, Dexter-kun."
"What? I did not design this function..." he trailed off, realizing that
he was wasting an opportunity, and girded himself to enter combat as
the power cells inexplicably recharged.
***
[Green stream.]
He grimaced, slapping one hand on the communications switch.
"Kazuki-kun!? Are you okay?"
"Yeah..." the boy said slowly, one hand on his head. "Dee? Are you okay?"
"Not Dee!" She shouted, inexplicably ecstatic despite the situation.
"Dee-dee!"
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