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A Story of Bubblegum Crisis
Megatokyo 2034:  Bubblegum Rush - Chapter 1

Written By: Berk' "REM" Watkins

	A young Eurasian man stood before a large computer terminal (the type
scientists use to montier a lot of readings during an experiment).  He was
peering through a large window at a humanoid skeleton suspended in a
cyllindrical tank filled with a greenish fluid.  He was in his mid
twenties, and wore fairly neat clothing.  He wore his hair in a long
ponytail that reached the small of his back.  His eyes gleamed dangerously
behind a pair of wireframe glasses.
	He turned and spoke to a technician sitting next to him, "Are you ready to
proceed?"
	"Err..  Yes, Mister Shima..." the tech' repliad.
	"You're new here, are you not?"
	"YESSIR!"
	"Please, call me Kou, everyone here does," the bodyguard/boyfriand of the
heir to the Chang Corporation and Hou Bang requested.
	"Kou, Kou, Kou, I understand.. Kou."
	"Begin the procedure...  Contact me when stage two begins,"
	"I will, Sir."
	Kou left, and the tech began to activate the Chang Corporation's latest
experiment...  He watched in facination as, over the course several hours,
muscles and organs began to grow and attach themselves to the skeleton...

ONE DAY LATER...

	Kou was woken from his typical light sleep by a buzzing sound from his
celular phone.  He reached out from the bed and answered it.  "Kou," he
muttered.
	"Sir, Phase Two is ready to begin."
	"I'm on my way," he whispered.  He climbed out of bed, pulling his clothes
on as he did so, and looked around the room.  It looked like a small storm
had hit the normally tidy bedroom.  Clothes of both genders were scattered
in a path from the door to the bed...
	He picked up his and Reika's clothing, and placed them in the hamper.  He
glanced back at the still sleeping woman in the bed, reaching into his
pocket and pulling something out.
	A hollow click sounded through the room, ever-so-much softer than his
conversation on the phone.  Reika lept out of bed like a scalded cat,
pulling the sheet along with her.
	"I'm not even going to grade you on that one...  I'm going to get more
people to guard the door..." the ninja muttered under his breath.  He put
his stopwatch back into his pocket.
	The kunoichi-wannabe (female ninja-wannabe) sighed in frustration and
dropped the sheet on her way to the bathroom...

	Kou arrived in the lab just in time, the head of the project had finished
explaining *how* the procedure worked.  That meant Dr. Ritter would have to
give him the abbreviated version...
	Dr. Axel Ritter, the Chang Corporation's answer to Miriam Yoshida (but a
lot more stable).  The German-born genius had been confined to a
wheelchair, thanks to a childhood bout with a nasty neural disease.  That'd
left him with a lot of time to develop his mind.
	"Okay, Doctor, what are you doing mow?" he asked.
	"We will be programming the mind...  You know we can vat grow any organ
now, however, we cannot grow a brain with information already in it...  We
are very fortunate that the spy on Genaros could retriave those.. items..."
	"33-S memory backups, Doctor, and be very careful what you say.  As you
know, Hou Bang has made several descisions regarding what constitutes
'Human' in modern society," Kou warned.
	A woman in a black, Hou Bang uniform glared at the paralized scientist. 
Her eyes glowed blood red for a moment, letting the man have no doubt as to
what she was...
	"A 33-S?!?" he choked.
	Kou grinned faintly.  "Enhanced reflexes, enhanced durability and of
course, extreme loyality to their rescuers...  The perfect kunoichi," he
remarked, pragmatically.  "This experiment has captured their.. intrest.."
	Kou glanced at the woman floating in the fluid...  A helmet now covered
her red hair, transferring the information from the data backup, through a
headjack, and into the woman's brain...  If Dr. Ritter's nanite-based
technology did its job, the 33-S's soul would awakedn in a few moments in a
brand new body...

(unfinished)

	Was that so bad?  You know my C&C policy.  I like constructive stuff and
flamers get publicly humilated...

Berk' "REM" Watkins...

"I don't speak softly and carry a big stick,
 I carry a big mallet and brain you with it 
 *without* warning!"

                     - REM on a *bad* day...