Lol, Gotta. You're fanfic was awesome ^.^
Okay. Writing about Atlas....
NOPE. I'M WRITING ABOUT TWISTERS.
8D
I've got problems...
What I would have become.
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(Apologies, I forgot how to spell Daichi's name X3 so, quite obviously, I'm guessing at it)
Atlas
Overestimation is something terrible.
I remember the day I died so clearly it almost hurts.
My name used to be Daichi, and my father worked for the international space exploration community. Worked with it in the sense that... he basically took over.
When I was young my father told me about his job and what it was about. He really wanted me to take the same career. For a while I wanted to, but soon after I realised how dangerous and uninhabitable space really was.
I never was too brave. At all. I was a coward.
I pursued a career in painting. I marvelled at other works of art and tried some strategies out myself.
My father did not support this. He told me I was acting like a child. I was so angry at him. He didn't understand me, and he didn't understand my interests. Why should I do what he wants?
But my father has a way of making you do things. As much as I didn't want to, I worked on a career in space travel.
One night my father found a painting I had done not too long ago. This one was my favourite. I had put a lot of my heart and mind into it.
He didn't like it. He simply tossed it in the trash. He didn't want me to think about doing something other than what he wanted me to do
I was so angry at him. I took my car out to go watch a movie or something.
And never returned.
It was probably my fault. I crashed into someone else's car and we both died almost instantly.
My father was horrified. His only son had died. Right before I became old enough to travel in space.
But there were alternatives.
There was a man, a supposed miracle-maker, named Dr. Tenma. Apparently he was widely known for bringing some kid back to life right before he quit his job.
My father went to talk to him. He offered Tenma almost all that he owned if only he could bring me back to life.
It was a deal.
I didn't want to be brought back to life, though. It was no favour to me.
He completely rebuilt my body. From scratch, basically.
Using a sample of my blood, and a whole lot of almost scary technology, he managed to 'hack' my mind. Having done this he... did [b]something[b/]... that brought me back to life. I still don't know.
Tenma had read my thoughts. He knew exactly how I thought of the world. And he knew I didn't want to be in it again. So he changed my body. Harshly. I might as well now be classified as a weapon of choice.
I liked this. After he exchanged charges with my father and 'released me into the world' I only had to wait. I was an angry snake waiting to strike at the first chance I got. Everyone was going to know exactly what I thought of this earth.
When I did get a chance, however, stupid little Atom had to come and tell me exactly how much of a jerk I was being. I didn't listen and I even attempted murder on him a couple of times, but he always managed to slip away.
Then he offered me a way out. Of everything. I greedily listened to him explain his concept. Then I let him add me to his little collection of robots.
I actually think I worked harder than he ever did. Everyone still liked him more.
I didn't really care that they did, though. I guess because that's probably true for me as well.
I liked him a lot more than I liked myself.
Atlas
Overestimation is something terrible.
I remember the day I died so clearly it almost hurts.
My name used to be Daichi, and my father worked for the international space exploration community. Worked with it in the sense that... he basically took over.
When I was young my father told me about his job and what it was about. He really wanted me to take the same career. For a while I wanted to, but soon after I realised how dangerous and uninhabitable space really was.
I never was too brave. At all. I was a coward.
I pursued a career in painting. I marvelled at other works of art and tried some strategies out myself.
My father did not support this. He told me I was acting like a child. I was so angry at him. He didn't understand me, and he didn't understand my interests. Why should I do what he wants?
But my father has a way of making you do things. As much as I didn't want to, I worked on a career in space travel.
One night my father found a painting I had done not too long ago. This one was my favourite. I had put a lot of my heart and mind into it.
He didn't like it. He simply tossed it in the trash. He didn't want me to think about doing something other than what he wanted me to do
I was so angry at him. I took my car out to go watch a movie or something.
And never returned.
It was probably my fault. I crashed into someone else's car and we both died almost instantly.
My father was horrified. His only son had died. Right before I became old enough to travel in space.
But there were alternatives.
There was a man, a supposed miracle-maker, named Dr. Tenma. Apparently he was widely known for bringing some kid back to life right before he quit his job.
My father went to talk to him. He offered Tenma almost all that he owned if only he could bring me back to life.
It was a deal.
I didn't want to be brought back to life, though. It was no favour to me.
He completely rebuilt my body. From scratch, basically.
Using a sample of my blood, and a whole lot of almost scary technology, he managed to 'hack' my mind. Having done this he... did [b]something[b/]... that brought me back to life. I still don't know.
Tenma had read my thoughts. He knew exactly how I thought of the world. And he knew I didn't want to be in it again. So he changed my body. Harshly. I might as well now be classified as a weapon of choice.
I liked this. After he exchanged charges with my father and 'released me into the world' I only had to wait. I was an angry snake waiting to strike at the first chance I got. Everyone was going to know exactly what I thought of this earth.
When I did get a chance, however, stupid little Atom had to come and tell me exactly how much of a jerk I was being. I didn't listen and I even attempted murder on him a couple of times, but he always managed to slip away.
Then he offered me a way out. Of everything. I greedily listened to him explain his concept. Then I let him add me to his little collection of robots.
I actually think I worked harder than he ever did. Everyone still liked him more.
I didn't really care that they did, though. I guess because that's probably true for me as well.
I liked him a lot more than I liked myself.
Clothed Astro = cute little robot kid;
Naked Astro= Big damn hero.
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Naked Astro= Big damn hero.
~Shirubie
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