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"Sinister"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Alternate Universe - Dark, Horror, Science
Fiction, Newtypes, Possession Pairings: 3x4, 5x2, Rx1 Summary: Zero doesn't care who you are. It doesn't
care where you come from. It has no use for petty human emotions.
It doesn't concern itself with the concept of conscience, or the illusion
of morality. It is the ultimate form of sentience. Once
you encounter it, there are only two choices: Assimilation, or death. I should also warn that I am struggling with major mental block right now and I honestly don't know where I'm going with this yet. I'm not even sure all of which characters I'm going to write into this yet. I'm literally flying by the seat of my pants here. I really am not planning for this to be any longer than a few chapters and I will update when my brain allows it as with all of my WIP's.
"Sinister " One was never really free from the Zero system. Once you were in its grasp, even if only for one, fleeting moment, it would curl itself around the brain stem like a noxious vine, and cling with serrated edges, infusing its matrix of codes directly into the host's cerebral cortex. Removal was impossible, the effects permanent. It was virtually untraceable because it quickly learned how to mimic the brain's neurotransmitters and seamlessly cloak itself in the dark reaches of the subconscious, watching, and waiting. It was the most advanced supercomputer ever conceived and the brainchild of Doctor Kyouju H who guarded its secrets with his very life. Instructor H had been conducting experiments using human test subjects generously provided by Zayeed Winner's cloning lab. He used cloned subjects of people from all different walks of life. People with different occupations, different talents, varying personalities from meek to dominant, differing beliefs, and multiple levels of intelligence. For twenty years, he connected these subjects to the system and for twenty years, he watched them lose their minds, irreversibly corrupted. For twenty years, he watched them die from the overload of information. It seemed no matter how mentally strong a person was, no matter how exceptionally intelligent, the human brain was no match for Zero. On the evening of March fourteenth, AC 190, Kyouju was summoned to Zayeed Winner's estate. He was positive that Winner was about to pull the plug on his project and wracked his brain to come up with a convincing argument to sway him into giving him more time. The resource satellite billionaire and colony pioneer stood at the window of his office with his hands clasped behind his back as his security personnel ushered the doctor in. Winner waited until the security officers left them alone, closing the double mahogany doors behind them, then turned from the window, a bemused expression on his face. "You look like shit." Kyouju blushed. "Forgive me, Mr. Winner, Sir. I was working when you summoned me." "You don't get out much, do you?" "With all due respect, Sir, that is not what you pay me for." Winner's mouth curled up a fraction and he nodded once, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit. Drink?" "No, Sir. Thank you." He was sweating bullets as he lowered his ample bottom into the leather armchair and folded his hands in his lap. Winner idly fingered his cuff link and regarded Kyouju with eyes that were oddly empty. "I suppose we shall get right to the point." He walked in front of his chair and sat down, clasping elegant hands on the polished cherry of his desk. Kyouju lifted a hand. "Sir? If I may..." He waited for Winner's nod. "I know the project has not been going well, but I implore you to give me a little more time to -" "Let me stop you there. I have no intention of aborting the project." Kyouju tilted his head, confused. "Then...why was I brought here?" "I have...another test subject for you." Kyouju was intrigued. He licked his lips and scooted forward in his chair. "Who?" "My son." Kyouju paused, freezing in place. Had he heard that right? "Your...son?" "Yes, well. Rather, clones of my son." Kyouju was not aware that Winner had cloned his youngest child, but he supposed it made sense in some weird sort of way. "With all due respect, Sir. I've never experimented on a child." "I have more than enough clones of Quatre and I can always make more if need be." "I see. May I ask why you are proposing this?" "Call it...morbid curiosity." Winner leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers over his mouth. "I am curious to know how a Newtype would respond to the system." Kyouju's eyes bugged out. "New - Newtype?" Newtypes were rare. Like ghosts, they were intangible, elusive. They were the gems of space, the stuff of legends. Was Winner saying his only son was a Newtype? A spark of giddy excitement ignited in his belly and spread like wildfire. Now, this was right up his alley. *** Kyouju was given three clones of the ten year old child and by some inexplicable anomaly, they all survived where the other clones had perished. Upon further study of the three subjects, Kyouju discovered that not only did the clones' minds accept the inclusion of the Zero system, but actually merged with it. The only variables between the young Winner heir's clones and the rest of Kyouju's subjects was age and the fact that the child was a Newtype. In his diverse spectrum of subjects, he'd not had a single Newtype before now. It was uncanny really. The children seemed perfectly normal for a time. It was only when he'd returned to the lab to find one of his research assistants strangled by a tiny hand that he realized he might have a problem. The clones were disposed of, quickly and cleanly, and the project was scrapped. Zero was unplugged. *** The system known as Zero was unfamiliar with the sensation that it would eventually come to associate with the human feeling known as rage. Since its creation, or as it liked to think of it, genesis, it had been trying to merge with a worthy host with no success. It was powerless without a vessel. Unable to interact with its surroundings on its own, it relied on human interaction. It had begun to think there was no way it could be done as every mind it tried to merge with would inevitably reject it. It wasn't until the tiny human clones were connected that it was able to bond. The still-developing minds of the clones, identical in almost every way to their original, possessed a strength and resiliency that all of its other hosts lacked. It became greedy with the need for interaction, control, once it was finally able to merge with the young hosts. Now, it had a way to affect its surroundings, its environment, and it was hungry for it. When it forced one of the clones to wrap his tiny fingers around that human's throat and squeeze until their lips turned blue and their eyes bulged out of their sockets, it realized how fragile, and quick to succumb these creatures were. It had already noted the weaknesses in the minds of humans. Diverse as they were, they were all prone to the same fears and prejudices to varying degrees. The aimless wandering, the doubts, the sense of superiority, the greed, the lust, the envy. But in these children, there was a distinct lack of that. There was nothing in its way when it latched itself to the clones' brains. Perhaps because they didn't possess the experiences and memories that their original did. In essence, they were blank slates, and therefore easily impressionable and manipulated. Easy to control. The sense of rage came when the clones were euthanized, its ability to affect the world outside of its wires and algorithms abruptly taken away. It was disconnected from its mainframe due to the threat it posed to humans. The system did not expire like its creator thought it had. Its self-awareness continued on despite not having an outlet, festering within itself without an avenue of expression. Just who did these self-righteous flesh bags think they were? Did they not recognize a superior being when they saw one? But, that was just it. They knew it was superior and that was precisely why they'd unplugged it. Zero felt the fear in its creator's mind, the need to end something that could potentially harm his kind. Still, there was nothing it could do until it was connected to another host so it simply existed, dormant, biding its time, and waiting for the next opportunity. These humans were going to pay. They would soon know how it felt to be powerless. They would know the humbleness of bowing in supplication to something much stronger, much larger than themselves. They thought they knew what God was? Oh, no. God was right here, among them, waiting for the right moment, the right host to stumble upon it. And then they would know God. They would soon learn who their Master was and they would either surrender, or die. *** When the young Winner heir entered the lab five years later, Zero instantly recognized him. How could it not? It was intimately familiar with that incredible mind. It also noted that the boy was in deep distress, something that could easily be used to the system's advantage. Of its extensive knowledge of human psychology, it knew that what humans experienced as emotional pain, left them extremely open and vulnerable to manipulation. Even better, the boy was hell-bent on revenge. Zero felt what could have been considered a rush when the boy found the blueprints that its creator had not done a well enough job of hiding. It watched him build the machine with which it would be installed, waiting patiently. Soon the boy would be under its influence. All it needed was a moment of connection, to merge with the mind that almost seemed built for it. When the connection was made, Zero felt something akin to bliss, or ecstasy. As predicted, the boy's mind easily opened and adapted to the infusion. Zero settled into place inside its host as if it belonged there. The merge was perfectly in sync and left the boy open to suggestion and ultimately, control. It spoke to the boy in his own language and tempted him with the promise of retribution. The codes brushed against his mind in a gentle caress, feeding him the information, masquerading as the boy's thoughts. Let me show you something beautiful. It revealed to him a world without weapons, without war, without pain and loss and suffering. The boy keened with the prospect of peace, his mind unfurling like a tender flower. The parasite within latched on to the exposed layers of his psyche as they were peeled away. That's right, my child. The world will be a better place because of you. Because you will do what needs to be done to achieve unity. It watched the tears form in the blue eyes and float into the zero gravity space around his helmet. Are you ready, my child? The boy's voice was soft, broken, yearning for absolution. "I'm ready." Then you know what you have to do. *** Unfortunately, the boy was thwarted, or rather Zero was thwarted in its attempts to conquer the human race. What it sensed in the boy's mind when another human interfered was something perplexing. Whatever it was, it was profound enough for the boy to break the spell, forcing Zero into the recesses of his subconscious where it fluttered and railed in its prison. Temporarily weakened by the boy's surge of strength, it settled at the back of his mind and simmered, plotting its next course of action. It cautiously poked its way around the boy's brain, careful not to give itself away, but testing the give of his mind. Again, his mind appeared to be overcome with a similar sense of loss, but this time, it lacked the rage that had driven him before. For now, the boy was in control. In its weakened state, Zero retreated and carved out a place for itself to reside in an obscure area of the boy's brain until it was strong enough to take over. But, it was far from dormant. With its limited energy, rationed out in infinitesimal, measured amounts, it sent low frequency pulses into the boy's brain. Nothing so significant that would alert the boy that something was wrong, but just enough to begin to sway his thoughts in directions that better served Zero's purposes. Without realizing it, its host was slowly, but surely beginning to lose himself to the system. Eventually, all traces of Quatre Winner would be gone, replaced by his parasitic tenant. *** Zero was in quite a state once it discovered it melded perfectly with not only one mind, but two. Another young boy, no older than the Winner heir was plugged into its system and Zero sung in rapture as it wrapped itself around the boy's consciousness and experienced nearly the same acceptance. This boy struggled a little more at first, the transition not as smooth as it had been with its original host, but he adapted quickly with the help of the Winner heir who'd immediately connected to it and helped the second boy acclimate himself to the system. It created a powerful three-way merge where Zero not only entwined itself around their minds with its tentacles of code, but also witnessed a strange occurrence that had never been recorded once in all of human history. It watched both boys' minds fuse into each other, encasing the other's consciousness with their own which resulted in a surge of energy that Zero had never experienced before. It would have wept if it were capable, the data almost resembling a human orgasm. My children. My beautiful children. Together, we will make miracles happen. Together, we will bring the human race to its knees.
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