"Hmm, this is pretty cool..." Bane mused, putting together his program.
"Hoo yah baby, you'll help relieve the world from... hunh?" A warning light
lit up on his console. "Hmmm." Bane sat back a bit in his chair, twisting
his shoulders to relieve a cramp. "Dare I even ask?" He touched a button...
The montors flipped into security mode, showing him scenes of all the various cameras. Bane had decided to put in security, along with a whole series of booby traps. That alarm showed one of them had been sprung, and Bane had a good notion of which before he even looked at the telltales. He was right.
He pulled up camera three and put it on the main screen. A sleek, black robot was caught in an energy noose, dangling from the ceiling and fighting to free himself. Not that that was really possible, since the noose was very advanced... tendrils reached down and coiled along his body, pinning his arms to his sides. It was as though Bane had netted a very big fish. The thought made him smile.
He admired the view for a moment, then switched on the microphone.
"Bass, Bass! That is just pathetic." He chided gently, and the writhing stopped for a moment.
"You." The black cobra's voice was understandably choked, given that all his weight was being supported by his neck. Bane touched a key, letting the noose drop down far enough so Bass could stand. No real reason to torture him unnecessarily.
"Me, of course. Who you were looking for, I would imagine. Not that that's very bright, but then, Wily did always show a lamentable lack of good sense. Or did you come for yourself? That's even worse." Bass made a very rude suggestion about Bane's parentage and sexual orientation. Bane couldn't help but smile. "Now, be nice. You're at my mercy. A single button..." Bass stilled, glaring furiously. Bane rested his chin in one hand, watching the black robot with a sigh.
There was nothing he could say, really. Bass had free will to a certain degree, but not enough, not while Wily was alive. Nothing he could say would make a difference. The most intelligent thing to do would be to press that button and rid the world of a menace.
But how could he do that? That was HIM standing there... well, sort of... and maybe someday...
Bane pressed a few buttons. The entrance further into the lab sealed itself... and the noose disappeared entirely.
"Well, whatever. If Wily sent you, tell him to send someone else. If you came yourself... give it up. I know you more intimately than anyone else on this planet, and nothing you can do will surprise me." Bane pointed towards the exit. "Now get going." Bass spared him one last venomous glare before leaving.
"Mmmm." Bane shook his head slowly, going back to his project. Pretty soon, he was back into that. Doing such evil was always fascinating... although whether or not you thought it was evil depended on the operating system you were running... "Hehehe!"
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Bane watched the news in utter contentment. He knew what story was coming next...
"Hey Bane. Whatcha watching?" Rock walked in, looking rather pleased with himself. He'd just finished a date with Roll. Bane turned his head to grin at him.
"Oh, just a news program on my latest invention." He said innocently. Rock smiled, leaning over his shoulder to watch the program.
"Really? Which one? I-" He paused as the announcer started up.
"New today... latest reports on the strange virus program sweeping the world. This program, known as "V-igor" was disguised as a video download of Angela Milatsu pornography. When run, this program installs itself onto any word processing document..." A moment later, a computer screen popped up.
The scene it showed was normal enough... Microsoft Word... until the person at the computer typed in "Dear sir"... then...
A paperclip popped up. But it wasn't the usual, annoying paper clip... It was a quantum step beyond that. This paperclip looked like someone had twisted it, used it to pick their teeth, then open a car door, and finally tried to wrestle it back into place. Little beady eyes and an evil grin stared out.
"You want help writing a dirty letter, meeeester?" It asked, sounding the the perfect companion to a truly demented mad scientist. The picture switched back to the announcer.
"This annoying program cannot be shut off, and is very difficult to remove..." Bane had dissolved into helpless giggling as Rock watched in horrified fascination.
"Gawd, I am so GOOD! Have I done my evil for today, or what?" He laughed. Rock blinked, feeling numb.
"I'd say so..."
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In Skull Fortress...
A loud explosion of swearing rocked the fortress, sending metools running for their lives and catapulting Bass out of Wily's inner sanctum. He snarled, getting up and walking away.
"What's wrong?" Quick Man asked curiously, wondering what the upset was. Bass grunted.
"He caught that stupid paperclip virus. You'd think he'd learn." Not to take the poisoned candy. But apparently, lust for porno triumphed over good sense... "Don't talk to him about it."
"I won't." Quick Man scuttled off, not intending to get in the way of an enraged madman...
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Bane was hard at work on his next project, this one more legitimate, when the second alarm went off. He sighed, putting a part aside. He'd been expecting it, and knew which trap had been triggered.
He thumbed the correct nob, and looked at a black robot clinging desperately to a ledge, wincing as he took low powered hits from some cannily conceiled laser guns. The wings on his back were smoking... the first hits hadn't been low powered. Bane had programmed them carefully. He shook his head and turned on the intercom.
"Bass, Bass. While I appreciate persistance, this is getting idiotic." He chided his duplicate gently, and Bass head snapped up, towards the sound. "Isn't Wily getting tired of repairing you yet? He will someday." A snarled curse answered him.
Bass was just a little stressed out. The pit trap he'd narrowly avoided going into sizzled at the bottom like acid. He didn't want to test out if it actually was acid. That left him clutching the wall, trying not to die.
Bane regarded his quandry for a moment, grinning. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Bass suggestion was anatomically improbable... but rather attractive, in a way.. "I only wish. No, I think..." The pit closed... but before Bass could move, he was hit by a dozen rays... all set on stun, and collapsed in a heap.
"Hey, Rock?" Bane called towards the back of the lab. "Could you take out the trash, please?"
"What, again? Doesn't he learn?" Rock's voice came, irritated.
"Apparently not. Please?" Bane asked with a grin.
"Oh, okay..."
The montors flipped into security mode, showing him scenes of all the various cameras. Bane had decided to put in security, along with a whole series of booby traps. That alarm showed one of them had been sprung, and Bane had a good notion of which before he even looked at the telltales. He was right.
He pulled up camera three and put it on the main screen. A sleek, black robot was caught in an energy noose, dangling from the ceiling and fighting to free himself. Not that that was really possible, since the noose was very advanced... tendrils reached down and coiled along his body, pinning his arms to his sides. It was as though Bane had netted a very big fish. The thought made him smile.
He admired the view for a moment, then switched on the microphone.
"Bass, Bass! That is just pathetic." He chided gently, and the writhing stopped for a moment.
"You." The black cobra's voice was understandably choked, given that all his weight was being supported by his neck. Bane touched a key, letting the noose drop down far enough so Bass could stand. No real reason to torture him unnecessarily.
"Me, of course. Who you were looking for, I would imagine. Not that that's very bright, but then, Wily did always show a lamentable lack of good sense. Or did you come for yourself? That's even worse." Bass made a very rude suggestion about Bane's parentage and sexual orientation. Bane couldn't help but smile. "Now, be nice. You're at my mercy. A single button..." Bass stilled, glaring furiously. Bane rested his chin in one hand, watching the black robot with a sigh.
There was nothing he could say, really. Bass had free will to a certain degree, but not enough, not while Wily was alive. Nothing he could say would make a difference. The most intelligent thing to do would be to press that button and rid the world of a menace.
But how could he do that? That was HIM standing there... well, sort of... and maybe someday...
Bane pressed a few buttons. The entrance further into the lab sealed itself... and the noose disappeared entirely.
"Well, whatever. If Wily sent you, tell him to send someone else. If you came yourself... give it up. I know you more intimately than anyone else on this planet, and nothing you can do will surprise me." Bane pointed towards the exit. "Now get going." Bass spared him one last venomous glare before leaving.
"Mmmm." Bane shook his head slowly, going back to his project. Pretty soon, he was back into that. Doing such evil was always fascinating... although whether or not you thought it was evil depended on the operating system you were running... "Hehehe!"
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Bane watched the news in utter contentment. He knew what story was coming next...
"Hey Bane. Whatcha watching?" Rock walked in, looking rather pleased with himself. He'd just finished a date with Roll. Bane turned his head to grin at him.
"Oh, just a news program on my latest invention." He said innocently. Rock smiled, leaning over his shoulder to watch the program.
"Really? Which one? I-" He paused as the announcer started up.
"New today... latest reports on the strange virus program sweeping the world. This program, known as "V-igor" was disguised as a video download of Angela Milatsu pornography. When run, this program installs itself onto any word processing document..." A moment later, a computer screen popped up.
The scene it showed was normal enough... Microsoft Word... until the person at the computer typed in "Dear sir"... then...
A paperclip popped up. But it wasn't the usual, annoying paper clip... It was a quantum step beyond that. This paperclip looked like someone had twisted it, used it to pick their teeth, then open a car door, and finally tried to wrestle it back into place. Little beady eyes and an evil grin stared out.
"You want help writing a dirty letter, meeeester?" It asked, sounding the the perfect companion to a truly demented mad scientist. The picture switched back to the announcer.
"This annoying program cannot be shut off, and is very difficult to remove..." Bane had dissolved into helpless giggling as Rock watched in horrified fascination.
"Gawd, I am so GOOD! Have I done my evil for today, or what?" He laughed. Rock blinked, feeling numb.
"I'd say so..."
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In Skull Fortress...
A loud explosion of swearing rocked the fortress, sending metools running for their lives and catapulting Bass out of Wily's inner sanctum. He snarled, getting up and walking away.
"What's wrong?" Quick Man asked curiously, wondering what the upset was. Bass grunted.
"He caught that stupid paperclip virus. You'd think he'd learn." Not to take the poisoned candy. But apparently, lust for porno triumphed over good sense... "Don't talk to him about it."
"I won't." Quick Man scuttled off, not intending to get in the way of an enraged madman...
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Bane was hard at work on his next project, this one more legitimate, when the second alarm went off. He sighed, putting a part aside. He'd been expecting it, and knew which trap had been triggered.
He thumbed the correct nob, and looked at a black robot clinging desperately to a ledge, wincing as he took low powered hits from some cannily conceiled laser guns. The wings on his back were smoking... the first hits hadn't been low powered. Bane had programmed them carefully. He shook his head and turned on the intercom.
"Bass, Bass. While I appreciate persistance, this is getting idiotic." He chided his duplicate gently, and Bass head snapped up, towards the sound. "Isn't Wily getting tired of repairing you yet? He will someday." A snarled curse answered him.
Bass was just a little stressed out. The pit trap he'd narrowly avoided going into sizzled at the bottom like acid. He didn't want to test out if it actually was acid. That left him clutching the wall, trying not to die.
Bane regarded his quandry for a moment, grinning. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Bass suggestion was anatomically improbable... but rather attractive, in a way.. "I only wish. No, I think..." The pit closed... but before Bass could move, he was hit by a dozen rays... all set on stun, and collapsed in a heap.
"Hey, Rock?" Bane called towards the back of the lab. "Could you take out the trash, please?"
"What, again? Doesn't he learn?" Rock's voice came, irritated.
"Apparently not. Please?" Bane asked with a grin.
"Oh, okay..."