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-Ivo robotnik pov -
I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm, groggily dragging myself out of bed. Still half-asleep, I made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up. Removing my mustache bonnet, I carefully shampooed my mustache in the shower, ensuring its health and shine. After drying off, I meticulously brushed it back into shape before changing into my usual outfit—a red jacket, white gloves, and goggles, the uniform of genius and authority.
Feeling more awake, I headed to the kitchen, where the aroma of breakfast greeted me. Orbot and Cubot were bustling around, busy with their culinary duties. I sat down at the table, watching them work while mentally reviewing the tasks for the day. Even in such moments of normalcy, my plans for world domination never truly stopped.
Me:did you complete the mission?
Orbot:yes the vibranium is stored in the chamber sir
Cubot:umm boss(scratch the metal head)what's so special about vibranium
Me:(annoyed)you idiot didn't you have detailed information on vibranium?
Cubot: I accidentally deleted it while making room for the new Spanish soap opera television show "amantes de la fantasía prohibida"
Me:….. I'll add more memory storage later but just finish cooking
After Orbot and Cubot finished cooking, they served me a classic breakfast: a fluffy omelette accompanied by crispy bacon and buttered toast. The meal was simple yet satisfying, a perfect start to my day.
As I enjoyed the first few bites, Sage materialized beside me, her stoic expression as sharp as ever. She held a holographic display filled with my daily reminders, her red eyes glowing faintly as she began to list the tasks and appointments awaiting my attention. I nodded thoughtfully, savoring my meal while mentally preparing for another day of genius-level productivity.
Sage: And you need to improve the egg roll
Me:alright then pull up the blueprint
After finishing my breakfast, I turned my attention to Sage, who projected a detailed holographic model of the Egg Roll in front of me. Rolling up my sleeves, I began interacting with the model, carefully analyzing its design and identifying areas for improvement.
With precision and focus, I removed components that were underperforming, I added new modifications, including flotation devices, retractable fins for underwater movement, and a braking system to better control its high-speed rolling. After an hour of meticulous adjustments, the redesigned Egg Roll was complete.
Satisfied with the new model, I saved the updated design to a secure file. I leaned back in my chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The Egg Roll was evolving into a masterpiece.
Me:have the egg pawns read over the blueprint and modify the egg roll
Sage:of course (disappear)
Rising from my chair, I decided it was time to spy on Tony Stark. Pressing a button on my wrist, I summoned another Specter Drone, identical to the one from before. Once it hovered silently in front of me, I quickly input the coordinates to the remote region where I believed Stark was being held captive by the Ten Rings.
The drone's systems hummed softly as it processed the instructions. A moment later, it activated its cloaking mechanism, vanishing from sight before flying off to carry out its reconnaissance mission. I crossed my arms, already anticipating the valuable information it would bring back. Stark's predicament marked the beginning of a significant chain of events, and I had every intention of staying ahead of the curve.
Me: I wonder where the first one is ?
Heading to my lab, I noticed the Egg Pawns gathered around the Egg Roll, already working on the modifications I had outlined earlier. I glanced at them briefly but decided to leave them to their task, focusing instead on my own priorities.
Sitting at my computer, I pulled up the live feed from the original Specter Drone. Its camera showed a snowy rooftop, the cold winds visible as faint flurries passed by the lens. Checking the drone's system diagnostics, everything appeared to be in perfect working order. It hadn't found anything significant yet, but that was fine
Satisfied with the drone's functionality, I exited the live feed and turned my attention to a set of blueprints and files on potential future creations. These designs were some of my most ambitious yet, so I encrypted the files and added multiple layers of firewalls to protect them. Knowing the kind of competitors and enemies I had—both in the shadows and in plain sight—I wasn't naive enough to think they wouldn't try to hack me.
But if anyone dared to attempt such a thing, I would simply turn the tables. After all, I had done so before, stealing from would-be thieves and incriminating them in the process. It wasn't just retaliation—it was strategic. My intellectual property would remain mine, no matter the cost.
Me:knowing shield or hydra they'll try to get their grubby little hands on my stuff
Scanning through the list of tasks Sage had prepared, I quickly began deleting the ones that didn't pique my interest.
The grand opening of a new Egg Tech store? Delete. I had more important things to focus on than cutting ribbons.
Helping veterans with missing limbs? Who cares. My brilliance wasn't meant for petty goodwill.
Charity for homeless orphans? Boring. I already did my time Let someone else play the philanthropist.
The only item on the list that intrigued me was the speech at a school. Inspiring young minds—or intimidating them with my intellect—sounded far more appealing. With the decision made, I began preparing for the day, already imagining the awe and fear I'd instill in those impressionable students.
Me:but for now they're not important now let's traumatize some kids
Heading to the garage, I decided to take my time on the way to the school and opted for my Egg Mobile Lab, a sleek black truck with a long trailer. While it looked unassuming from the outside, the interior housed a state-of-the-art mobile lab equipped with advanced technology and a few defensive measures—far superior to anything like the presidential limo and its escort.
Driving through the streets at a leisurely pace, I eventually arrived at my destination: Midtown School of Science and Technology. I couldn't help but smirk as I recognized the name. This was the very school that Peter Parker—future Spider-Man—would attend. I mentally noted to keep an eye out for any signs of his potential emergence.
After parking the Egg Mobile Lab in a designated spot, I stepped out and took in the sight of the school. Approaching me was someone I presumed to be the principal, dressed sharply and wearing a polite but slightly nervous smile. Straightening my jacket, I strode forward with an air of confidence, ready to make my entrance.
PNC (Principal nobody cares):I'm a big fan mr robotnik and I admire your work
Me:of course a idiot like you would admire a genius me now show me to where I'll give my speech
I followed the principal as he led me to the assembly hall. As we entered, I immediately noticed the teenagers scattered about, laughing, chatting, and generally fooling around. Their lack of respect irked me. If they weren't going to take my presence seriously, I'd make them.
Pressing a button on my wrist, I summoned one of my more theatrical inventions—the Entrance Drone. Fog began to roll out from the drone's vents, crawling dramatically across the floor. With another press of a button, the lights in the assembly hall shut off, leaving the students in a hushed, wary silence.
Then, the drone began its performance. Lights and lasers danced across the hall in a synchronized display, and the opening chords of Metallica's Master of Puppets blared through its speakers. The teenagers' faces shifted from confusion to awe as I made my way confidently to the podium.
When I reached the center stage, I snapped my fingers. The drone shot a burst of confetti into the air before flying out of the hall, leaving an electrified atmosphere behind. Gripping the edges of the podium, I surveyed the crowd with a smug smirk, letting the moment settle before beginning my speech. If I had their attention before, now I had their absolute focus.
Me: Congratulations, I have successfully captured your attention. Now, let me remind you that each and every one of you possesses unique talents and abilities that make you a genius in your own right. However, I, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, am here to advise you to quit while you're ahead. The job market is competitive and when someone better comes along, you may be discarded and your feelings or dedication will not matter. Remember, people are always searching for the best and newest things.
Teenager: is that why you love machines just to be on top?
The teenager had the audacity to ask a question that could have easily offended me. My smile remained calm and composed, but inside, I decided to remind them who they were dealing with.
Without missing a beat, I pressed a button on my wrist. Instantly, a fleet of drones flew into the assembly hall, weaving through the air in perfect synchronization. They formed a formidable, glowing wall behind me, their sleek designs and faint mechanical hum demanding attention.
Me: You know what I love about machines? (Turns to face the drones)They do what they're told. They follow their programming! They don't need time off to get drunk and put the boat in the water!
Maintaining my confident smile, I pressed another button on my wrist. The wall of drones behind me shifted, panels sliding open to reveal a cleverly concealed cannon. Gasps filled the assembly hall as the cannon adjusted its aim—but instead of anything menacing, it began launching candy into the crowd.
The colorful sweets arced gracefully through the air, raining down on the surprised teenagers. Their wary expressions quickly turned into cheers and laughter as they scrambled to catch the treats.
Me:(peace sigh) remember this be better and let no one be better than you
As I drove the Egg Mobile Lab back home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from the display at Midtown School. The students had been effectively captivated, and my message had landed.
Pulling into the driveway, I noticed a man standing by the door. He was dressed in a sharp suit, exuding the air of someone who was both professional and very serious. My sharp eyes immediately recognized him: Phil Coulson, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
His presence wasn't entirely unexpected—after all, I had been keeping tabs on events in the MCU, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was bound to take an interest in someone like me eventually. What I didn't know was whether this encounter would be an opportunity or a threat. I stepped out of the Egg Mobile, adjusting my jacket, ready to see what this unexpected visitor had in store.
Me:sorry but I'm closing early so please leave
Coulson:hello Mr robotnik I'm Agent Phil Coulson, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Me:FBI,CIA,DOD?
Coulson: We're a separate division with a more specific focus.
Me: I know why you're here
Coulson:really?
Me:yes you're here for some technology everyone wants technology but I assume it's about working with SHIELD
Coulson:(mutters) Shield is a really good name (talk normal)you're half right but it's about your artificial intelligence
Me:Sage what has she done
Coulson:"she"hacked into shield private data network and stole and deleted valuable documents
Me:oh that's really bad but I know Sage would never do anything like that without my permission or if someone tried to hack me
We stepped inside the house, where Cubot and Orbot were sitting on the couch, watching Amantes de la Fantasía Prohibida with streams of oil dripping down their faces as they cried.
Me:don't mind them they're invested
Cubot:(crying) all they want is love but the world is against them
Orbot:(crying) truly forbidden love
Choosing to ignore them, I called for Sage. She materialized in front of me, her expression stoic as always, silently awaiting my orders.
Sage:father
Me:now Sage did you steal from this nice gentleman
Sage:yes it was because I felt someone trying to hack me so I simply gave them a warning but they continued trying so I deleted as much files as possible
Me:really?(turns to coulson) looks like your friends at shield are in the wrong and Sage merely defended herself
Coulson:but what about the one you stole ?
Sage: I merely saved it as blackmail but I learned the error of my ways I'm sorry so here
Sage tossed a flash drive toward Coulson, and with swift reflexes, he caught it effortlessly.
Sage:it has everything I deleted now I must delete my memory of the contents of the document......…..deleted now emptying trash...….done
Coulson:umm…ok I guess I'll take my leave now then
Me:yes and please don't try hacking me again and I'm always willing to negotiate so a call wouldn't harm anyone
Phil Coulson began walking away, and I waited a few minutes after his departure. Once I was certain he was gone, I accessed the secret cameras I had discreetly placed around the perimeter of my home. After a quick scan and confirming there were no spies lingering, I let out a triumphant laugh.
The reason for my joy? Sage had successfully stolen critical data from both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. The recent hacking attempt on my systems had provided the perfect excuse to deploy her on such a mission. Still, I noted to myself that I needed to work on improving Sage's acting skills—subtlety wasn't exactly her strong suit yet.
My thoughts were interrupted by a faint hum. Turning around, I saw the first Specter Drone approaching. It stopped in front of me and projected a detailed holographic blueprint of the object I'd been searching for. My smile widened as I saved the data to my computer, already imagining the possibilities this new design could bring.
Me:it's in place and soon my empire will be accomplished but I need space and privacy and I have the perfect spot
I pulled out a classic calendar and marked the exact day I anticipated Loki and the Chitauri army would attack New York. That day would be the turning point, and by then, I needed to ensure everything was in place.
I had already made the decision: when that day came, I would leave Earth behind. Fortunately, I had the means to do so—plans and prototypes already in progress to ensure my escape would be smooth and untraceable.
With a smirk, I pinned the calendar to the wall in my lab, a constant reminder of the deadline I was working toward. Time was ticking, and there was much to prepare.
Me:I guess I better start now
-3rd person somewhere-
On a bustling helicarrier, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents moved efficiently, focused on their tasks. In a private office, a man sat in a chair, his presence commanding attention. He was bald, wore an eyepatch, and was none other than Nick Fury. As he carefully reviewed a stack of files on his desk, the door opened, and Agent Coulson stepped in, a flash drive in hand.
Fury: I see you were successful
Coulson:it was easy to easy without resistance I think he's up to something
Fury:then keep a eye on him and monitor his movements at all times
Coulson handed Fury the flash drive without a word, then quietly left the room, leaving the director to his work. Fury inserted the flash drive into a secure, standalone computer—a system specifically designed to prevent any potential virus from compromising S.H.I.E.L.D.'s servers. As the data loaded, Fury scanned through the contents. It turned out to be the lost S.H.I.E.L.D. document, but something caught his attention. The file had been modified, with several sections now featuring improvements and updates that hadn't been part of the original.
Fury:that mother fuc….
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