Spam's body did a quick internal check to be sure that awaking would not damage itself further. Confident that activating would not cause the woman to die, her body's systems began to boot up. With a flutter of her eye lashes, Spam was now awake, the world once again tangible. Her dreams had been extremely frightening, but she was glad to know she was back in her home at the MicroSoft UnderGround...

Wait. This was not her home. This was not even Glitch's home. Looking around, she saw she was in some sort of office, and that she had been sleeping on a desk. Blood was everywhere, much of it pooled on the desk, covering many a ruined paper. She slowly sat up, unfolding from the ball she'd been in for two months, only to curl back up a moment later.

"Ah! Arrrhaaah!" Spam screamed, her right hand darting to the source of her pain, her left wing. But instead of a wing, all she found was a stub. Turning her head slowly to look, she found her entire left wing missing, with only a bloody protrusion remaining in its place. Spam clenched her teeth to keep from screaming again and tore strips of cloth from her undershirt to bandage the slowly oozing wound.

Agonizingly slow, she crawled from the desk to the floor. She tried the door, but to her despair it was locked. She brought up her left arm, which held her claw, and attempted to break through the obstacle before her. The door didn't budge. She let out an exasperated moan.

Spam was weak. She'd not eaten in months, but thanks to the way she was made, that wasn't the largest of her worries. Her vision was fading in and out, she needed to rest, which she'd not done in a long time. Sleep is different from being powered down, mind you.

She flopped down on the floor,

"Why am I doomed to die like this? What began this downward spiral? Glitch is dead, I am dying, and B07N..." She paused, and closed her eyes, "I have no idea what has happened to that man."

She searched her memories for the earliest moment she could recognize.

"When did this all start...?"

Five years previous...

Twelve unidentified people sat around a oval table, in the darkness of a hidden boardroom. Their faces were hidden as well, all of them covered in a unique number. They seemed to be talking about something of some importance, but I couldn't tell about what.

"The ProtoType 6 has been lost, and the ProtoType 7 is becoming more and more mentally unstable. Something must be done."

A man with the number two on his face stood and addressed the group.

"On what is the assessment of ProtoType 7's metal health made?"

The man baring the number one sat with his hands folded in front of him,

"Not that it's your place to question the assessment, but his emotions stray far beyond what is considered the norm for a healthy human being."

"That should be expected of a man in his line of work, though." Replied Two.

"An Artificial intelligence that incorporates the flaws in human nature without restraint is more useless then one that doesn't work at all." Spat Five.

Number Two sat down, defeated by Five's words, "I would think that you would give him the benefit of the doubt considering the enormous amount of service he's rendered for us, the project, towards all of our goals."

Number Seven spoke up, "He knows nothing of our plans. He is completely in the dark. He does what we say because we have what he wants; his freedom."

"Something he will never relinquish," One grinned cruelly.

I had no idea about who or what they were talking about. It wasn't my place to ask. I just stood next to my master's side, awaiting the order I knew was soon to come...

"So, you agree that we should keep him active?" Asked Two hopefully.

"No. If the boy was not a constant failure, perhaps. But he has prevented the completion of our goals too many times to remain alive." Replied One curtly.

The savage grin on One's face grew with each word, "We must build on our successes and destroy our mistakes. With that, I give you the next generation of BioSuits. Step forward, Ambrosia."

By his will, I did what I was told. One step and I was visible to the rest of the Council, out of the convenient shadow that had protected me just a moment ago. Very few seemed surprised at my presence, but the man with a Two covering his face stared at me mouth agape.

"You created another one of these things before even researching what was wrong with the current models? How could you do anything this irresponsible? As members of this council, we will not stand for this fascist behavior, One. You had no permission to go ahead and build this monster!" Exclaimed the now sweating Two.

"Ah, but I did all the things you wanted me to, just with the _active_ members of the council." One coldly stated.

"Wha- What?!"

Two looked between the other members of the council, before returning his gaze to me.

"I- I- Noo!"

"Ambrosia, if you would, please." With his hand he gestured toward Two.

I am a servant of my master, no matter what. I did what I was asked.

The special made Katana that my master had given me was in my hand in a moment. With startling speed I flipped on to the table, Rattling the coffee mugs of all at the meeting. Number Two screamed, before I slit his throat. He looked pleadingly at me as his life left him. I returned the look coldly and wiped my blade on his clothing. I sheathed the weapon and returned to my master's side.

Number One picked up his cell phone, "Please send someone to clean up room B 515. Thank you."

He addressed the Council.

"Meeting adjourned."

Spam opened her eyes again, absorbing the memory. Looking back at it, she did not like or approve of her actions. But that was the way she was, before they completed her...

She hadn't had a chance to dive into that particular memory, as the handle on the door began to turn. And through the door stepped the grinning man who she would harbor a deep hatred for the rest of her life...

The following day, Glitch awoke to an empty apartment. It was unusual to be alone, now. In the past few years, he'd always been hanging around someone. May it be Ultra-Troid, or the Insane Space Hunter or even Spam recently. But none the less, things had returned to relative normality. Glitch was glad for that at lest. By no means did that mean he'd given up on Spam or Ultra-Troid, but it was nice for things to be the way they had before he'd met Bill two years ago.

Glitch yawned and threw himself out of bed. As peaceful as it was, he had lost over two months to his injuries. He poured some soda he had brought up from his storage closet. It was long past flat, but in had caffeine in it, and it was right there. Glitch, now with at least some substance inside of him, withdrew some money from one of his accounts. With it, he went to the store and purchased some food for back at his home. It was about time he had something real to eat.

Glitch couldn't get what Bill said out of his mind. They were finally at peace. Sure, they'd fight eventually, but neither would have to fear or hate the other ever again.

And that made Glitch happy.

Back home, he checked around the internet for strange sittings in the area. Ultra-Troid was very real, but he was certainly not of this planet. A product of the Internet Multiverse, his mere existence on Earth was a mystery. But he was very real, and Glitch's friend as well. So, there was no debate. Glitch needed to find out what happened to Ultra-Troid.

Glitch lounged on his couch, typing idly away at his powerbook. Looking, searching for some small sign.

Searching...

...and searching...

Over a week had past before he got even the slightest lead. A popup appeared, which Glitch had been just about to close, when he noticed that it had some up-to-date local news. It seemed a local power planet had been giving off lower then normal amounts of power. Government officials had come to check it out and see if it were damaged or dangerous in some way, but could not find the cause of the problem. Glitch smiled and cracked his knuckles,

"Ten bucks says UT is there, the little energy addict he is. Time to get the old duo back together!"

Glitch jumped off of the couch he'd occupied for the last few days. As if without a moment to spare, Glitch went about readying himself for his trip. Actually, he just put on his overcoat, and hooked his beam sabre to his belt, but...

He was out the door in a flash, to the power planet to the north, just outside of the city. And hopefully, to find his friend in good health.

The gravel road lead up to a small booth, which Glitch was knocking on currently. He stopped to sigh, then pounded as hard as he could.

"Damnit, I know your there! Open up!"

With a grunt and a scratch, the bloated security guard opened the shutters,

"What?"

Glitch clenched his teeth in disgust, "Ehhh, I'd like a tour of the plant?" He asked half rhetorically

"No tours," the blob of a man replied.

Glitch growled at the waste of flesh, but put his hands in his pockets and stalked away. Twenty meters from the booth, Glitch brought his beam sabre out and cut a nice sized hole in the barbed wire fence. Wordlessly, he stepped through and walked the rest of the way to the plant.

"Ass."

Apparently, since nothing could be linked to the lack of power, the plant had been shut down. Everything was dark, and no employees were to be found. Which was kind of nice for Glitch.

Or not. It had been an hour. Glitch had looked everywhere, tried everything. He'd even when and found a loud speaker and yelled Ut's name for twenty minutes. Nothing. The little retard was no where to be found. Glitch sighed in resignation; apparently it wasn't going to be as easy as he hoped it would be. Discouraged, he began his journey home.

It was dark by the time Glitch finally saw his faithful apartment rise up in the distance. But as he neared it, he realized something was off.

Somebody was waiting for him.

Moving fluidly, he pulled his sabre and activated it, casting a glow around himself, and illuminating his apparent company.

"Sp... Spam!?" He walked forward slowly to get a better look.

"Oh my god! No!"

The creature in front of Glitch did in fact resemble the girl slightly, in the face particularly. It had the same hair, if a bit cropped. It also had small wings protruding from it's back. But the similarities ended there.

Rising from it's crouch, the things arms extended outward. One hand had a beam sabre hardwired to it. The other had the standard claw projectors, but larger. Glitch backed off, the light of both their sabres fully revealing the girl's face. It was sunken, like she had not eaten in some time. In fact, it's entire frame was smaller then could be called healthy. Also, there were deep scars under it's eye. It's lips cracked into a thin smile.

"DamnGlitch. The counsel has called for your return. We have been dispatched to return you."

Four others exactly like it appeared out of the shadows.

"Dead or alive," One spoke.

"We don't care either way. It's not our place. We have our orders."

They all seemed to sag simultaneously, directing their glowing eyes towards Glitch. The man gulped and moved into a battle stance.

The one Glitch had talked to first dove out at him, sabre forward, and struck at Glitch. He side stepped and kicked it in the back, sending it tumbling. With cold efficiency, he stabbed backwards, piercing through the things chest. It screamed briefly before becoming silenced.

Glitch cringed. Two came at him at once, the other taking to the skies. The grounded ones slashed and clawed at him, attempting to rend him limb from limb. He fought them off as best her could, but two on one was hardly fair. Blocking a downward blow, he pushed hard with his sword, throwing the girl off balance. With a quick low cut, he'd freed her legs from her body. With an infuriated growl she extended her arm at great speed toward Glitch. At the last moment, he dived to the ground, and the claw continued on to punch through the torso of another of Glitch's attackers, who had been sneaking behind him, ready to strike. It moaned and fell to the ground, liquid pouring from it's wound. The leg less one snapped the claw back and let loose it's beam sabred appendage. Glitch ducked it and sliced through the metal extension with a quick stroke. With all the haste he could muster, he ran up and cut the fallen woman down the middle. She made not a sound as the halves split and fell to the pavement.

Panting, Glitch wiped his brow with his sleeve, before yelling out as his back exploded in white hot pain. He rolled forward, spun around and got to his feet just in time to see the air borne creature lunge at him. He could not dodge, and was sent flying by the hit she administered. He landed on his back, the wind being knocked from his lungs. Glitch gasped for air as the eerily grin monster raised its claws, ready to tear his face off.

The rest was a blank to him. He must have blacked out for a moment, but when he came to he was greeted with an unusual sight. The girl's claw dropped to it's side, and the headless corpse feel forwards. Glitch clutched his chest, trying to figure out what had happened.

"What, no thank you?'

Where the girl had just been standing, was Ultra-Troid, licking his chops as only a metroid could.

"Ult-- UTroid??!!"

The tiny metroid grinned in it's own way and floated briskly over to Glitch.

"Yep! Miss me?"

Glitch smiled awkwardly for a moment, then reached out and began to strangle the midget of a metroid.

"You moron! Do you realize how much time I wasted looking for you?!" He squeezed more with each word for emphasis, "I!" "Ack!" "-could!" "can't breathe!!" "-be-looking-for!" "My throat! I don't have one but it hurts!" "-Spam!"

UTroid finally struggled free from Glitch's grasp.

"*cough* Who?"

Glitch looked exasperated before beginning to chase UTroid.

"Spam you fool! The girl whose been--"

He stopped. UTroid didn't know who Spam was, since he wasn't there when everything started happening.

"Uhm, never mind."

UTroid blinked in confusion.

"Aaaanyway, how the hell did you escape? Better yet, why are you here and not at the power plant like you were suppose to be?"

"Ah, well... Right after I sent you the messages, some chick came in and undid my lock. Said that if I didn't leave she'd kill me. Normally, I'd have sucked the life out of her, but there was something off about her that made that seem like not so good of an idea." UTroid explained.

Glitch froze, "Did... Did the girl have long bluish hair in the front, a bit shorter in the back??"

UTroid shrugged, "I wouldn't say I know that much, but it was blue. I high tailed it after I got out so I didn't get a good look."

Glitch drooped, "Oh well. So, how did you get back?:

"Welp'm, I spent some time at the power plant, high off my mind on all the juice there,"

Sweat drop.

"But I got bored and decided to check up on you. Good thing too, cause you were about to be bisected by that chicky."

Glitch snorted and began to walk towards the entrance of his pad, "Hardly ‘chickys', but they certainly were out to get me."

"BioSuits from MS." UTroid said solemnly.

Glitch looked at him, "yeah, that worries me too. There were for of them, and they seemed to be in good working order. Apparently they've figured out what was making the original BioSuit AIs go bonkers."

He ascended the stairs.

"They looked like Spam... for the most part. Alot like she did when..."

He paused for a moment, recalling their first encounter, "When she saved me. They looked ill, but that's exactly what Spam would have looked like if she'd had those crazy arms and lacked food."

UTroid sounded like he was just pretending that he knew what was going on, "And...?"

"Well, they were different. And slower. Like they weren't up to spec with Spam. Not even as good as me or Bill, I'd suppose."

"Maybe a new model? Maybe they were made all at once and some things were cut back to reduce costs?" UTroid suggested.

Glitch arrived at his door, "Perhaps. I dunno. Whatever, they're gone. Hopefully we won't have to worry about them for a while."

"I guess..." UTroid responded lamely.

They entered the apartment.

That night Glitch explained everything that had happened; During BoTP 3 and 4, after he had returned the their world, the problems he now faced with Spam and the Microsoft Underground. It took a few hours, and by the time he was finished, it was almost midnight. Glitch had had a long day, so sleep was the thing he was most looking forward to. UTroid concurred and they both went to sleep; Glitch in his bed, which should have been obvious, and UTroid on his usual place atop the television.

Glitch dreamed. He seldom dreamed. In actuality, he had actually done so only once before, and that had been about electric sheep for some reason. But this night, Glitch dreamed about something dark, from deep within his artificial subconsciousness. Without notice or explanation, he was falling from the sky. He screamed and tried to flap his arms to keep himself afloat, but no such luck. All of a sudden Spam was beside him. She tried to deploy her wings, but they were not there. As the ground quickly approached, Glitch wrapped his arms around her, hugging her fiercely. Spam hugged back... and then they prepared to meet the ground...

He bolted upright in bed, sweat streaming down his body. It stung his fresh injuries, the salt irritating his wounds, the one he had received on his back of particular annoyance. In only moments since awaking from the odd dream, he'd already forgotten about it. For the life of him, Glitch couldn't figure out why he woke up yelling. He went to the bathroom and splashed his face with water, fully rousing him for the day to come. Or something like that. Leaving the bathroom, he checked his clock and found the it was only 4:00 AM. After an hour wasted trying to fall back asleep, he resigned himself to his fate and went out for groceries. When he returned later, he was fully energized, despite the early start, and began to make breakfast.

The horrible, horrible man would give me no rest. He had taken one wing, and sewn it to himself. Half of it was permanently stained crimson, a dye that had been taken from my veins. He complained when I screamed at him; when I screamed because he was hacking away at my flesh while I was awake. For one reason or another, my other wing would not drop. He'd attack it with a blade, but it would heal before he would ever have a chance to remove it from me and attach it to himself. So, he took his anger out on me. Crude and barley healed wounds litter my back. Recently he became so frustrated the he stabbed me repeatedly in the belly with a piece of metal. I didn't care by that point, having resigned myself to my fate. But he seemed to be afraid of what he'd done. He didn't return for days after that, and I was grateful. But now he was back, with a mad gleam in his eye. I could barely turn because of the restraints, but he had a new dedication about him. He wanted his prize, and I was in the way of it.

UTroid awoke sometime after Glitch had, to the smell of bacon and eggs. He gave himself a cocky grin and floated to the kitchen. Glitch was eating silently, actually not so much eating as prodding the food on his plate. In the time UTroid had known Glitch, he'd figured out what a few of the man's mannerisms meant. If he was silent with his hands in his pockets, he was tired. If he talked a whole lot he was excited. If he... uh... flirted a bunch it meant that he was interested. And if he started telling you about his past he was depressed.

When Glitch would smile silently, then frown, it meant he was thinking about anime, or a girl, or a girl in anime. UTroid hadn't gotten that one down quite yet. But either way, that's what Glitch was doing, so UTroid decided to leave him alone. He didn't care for anime, and he obviously knew nothing about the women. UTroid signed and floated back to the main room, and clicked on the television.

From the other room, Glitch heard the television turn on, so he supposed that UTroid was up. Ehhh, the alien thing did nothing of use unless the situation was really shitty. Glitch checked the time again and realized he'd been brooding over his food for almost an hour. He sighed and went about rinsing and washing the dishes he'd soiled. After a minute or two, he joined UTroid on the couch.

"So UTroid, what were you up too while I was gone. You know, after I was assimilated?" Glitch started.

UTroid gave him a small look of annoyance, but switched off the TV and began to explain.

"After you were assimilated... I just returned here. Borgs aren't the best conversationalists, so waste time?"

"You abandoned me??"

"Uh, yeah, I guess." UTroid sweat dropped.

Glitch sighed, "Okay, then what?"

"Well... I went off and ate a guy..."

"Huh. Wait, what?!"

"... It was delicious, he asked my if I was going to abduct him or some nonsense, and when I said I wasn't, he asked me for some spare change. So, I ate him."

"You ate a hobo."

"Yes."

"No kidding?"

"Swear to whatever god you may or may not believe in."

Glitch scratched his head, "How did he taste?"

"Almost like steak, but nicer." UTroid rubbed his claws together.

"Wow... just... wow."

"Yep... told you."

The two stared at each other warily for a minute.

"Uhm, how _exactly_ did MS get a hold of you. You told me they picked you up in a raid, but Bill said that no such thing had happened. Even so, the place was a mess when I got back. What happened really."

Glitch remembered how the apartment had looked when he had returned. They must've picked him up in a raid or something. But...

"Ehhh..."

"They snuck up on me in the apartment with the tube and stuck me in it. Luckily you appeared only a day or so later. Or maybe not, it didn't really matter since that one chick-"

"Spam" Glitch corrected.

"Since ‘Spam'pulled me out before you could get there."

"And you were at the power plant because...?" Glitch inquired.

UTroid started to bob and weave in the air, "Are you kidding? Pure, hard electricity! Not any cut stuff like you generally get from animals... or hobos."

"I still can't believe you ate a hobo."

"Me either."

Sometime later that day, Glitch let UTroid go off on his own so Glitch could better tend to his wounds. He hadn't noticed the night before, but there were bad wounds on both of his knees and all along his back. Probably from when that woman slashed him, and when he had hit the ground.

Bitch.

But everything was healing nicely. It was only a matter of a few short days before Glitch would be able to go find Spam, and rescue her if need be. Glitch grinned as he rewrapped the surgical tape around his body; Bill wouldn't interfere because apparently he wasn't affiliated with MicroSoft anymore, and the Underground didn't have another BioSuits, besides Bill...

Except for...

"Those BioSuits that attacked me yesterday... there could be more of them. While I'm there, I'll have to investigate that matter. "

Glitch put the finishing touches on the wraps and pulled his shirt back over his head. He looked around the room, but UTroid still wasn't back. With a shrug, Glitch draped himself across the couch and popped a disc into the DVD player.

Glitch noticed UTroid come in about two hours later. Glitch paused his show and addressed the small metroid,

"What were ya doing?"

UTroid got flustered and took a moment before replying,

"Feeding"

"Ah"

Glitch left it at that and returned to his show. UTroid floated off.

An hour later, Glitch was in his bed, stealing himself for the next day. He was going to go get Spam tomorrow, and he needed to be rested if things got bad. Glitch was afraid. He hadn't used his virus outside of BoTP since he escaped from the Underground. Glitch wasn't sure what would happen, or if he could even rely on it. Last time it had failed, it almost cost him his life...

Glitch slapped his hands over his ears and threw the thoughts out of his head. He needed to sleep. He repeated it over and over in his mind, until he couldn't anymore. He eventually passed out, but wouldn't get the rest he so richly deserved.

Dead silence permeated the night; Glitch was tossing in his bed, hands still over his ears, but still very asleep. UTroid, despite having gone to bed roughly at the same time Glitch had, was nowhere to be found. All in all it, was peaceful.

The peace was utterly shattered with the implosion if the outer wall. Glass, brick and plaster on the recently awakened Glitch. The television, which had once rested against said wall, was thrown across the room.

It took Glitch a moment to realize just what the hell was going on, but when appliances come at you alarmingly fast, you move your ass.

Unfortunately for Glitch, when he dodged the TV, he failed to notice the other object coming straight for him. It collided with him and sent Glitch careening into the inner wall. Glitch arched his back in pain over the impact, and slumped over the cause of his pain.

It was surprisingly warm.

Glitch began to shake. He knew what it was. He knew who it was. But until he opened his eyes, he wouldn't have to face the reality. Shuddering, he opened his eyes. His locks had come over his face, blocking the view. It seemed he'd have to work for his pain. He brushed the interfering strands out of the way to see the sight before him.

He absolutely was right.

Ambrosia, Spam, was lying unconscious and bloody on top of his legs. Glitch was hunched over, still coughing from collision. Everything feel silent once again. After a few long minutes, Glitch finally made a movement. With the little effort, he lifted Spam from the floor and set her down on the bed. He had confirmed her identity before, but now that he looked her over, he realized what horrible condition she was in; Her shirt was gone save for a few tattered remains, as was her pants. Nothing that was capable of covering her properly. Glitch noticed without emotion that her front and low half was relatively undamaged, besides the deep wound along her belly. But that's not where all the blood had come from. Resigning himself to what needed to be done, her slowly turned her over.

Two smashed protrusion on her back oozed blood, one more then the other. Glitch figured it was where her wings were attached. Aside from the nubs, her entire back seemed to be bleeding profusely. Glitch went and got a towel and wiped away what he could.

Written in deep cuts and gashes was a special invitation for Glitch. Words in flesh. An invitation to end the whole conflict. An invitation by B07N to fight Glitch to the death.

"You know who I am. I hate her and because of this, you now have the product of my hate. Tonight, Glitch"

Clenching his fist in the otherworldly rage that had enveloped him, the normally composed man screamed and punched a hole through the wall. Glitch was beyond even rage now, pure hatred was what was pumping through him, followed by the rapidly spreading adrenaline. But with the uncontrollable emotion also came a fire through his entire body. Completely terrified, enraged, and in shock, he realized that his virus system was beginning to activate. Purple lines along his skin proved beyond a doubt that he was losing his already slim control over his manufactured shell. Glitch fought a abbreviated internal struggle to prevent this from happening... for now at least. With every last drop of strength he could muster, Glitch diverted his attention to Spam's welfare; It was necessary to make sure she would live before he went on some fool's venture.

Gently lifting her unclothed form, Glitch took the girl to the bath tub, and drew a bath. In a near obsessive manner, Glitch checked her whole body over. Not a single inch of her skin was missed by the wash cloth he used to clean her wounds. Silent the whole time, Glitch felt more like an observer then the protagonist in this particular chapter in his life. He was driven by a force he couldn't comprehend. After he was thoroughly positive the there was no chance any infection further then what may have already taken place could set in, he drained the now dirty red tub and dried Spam. It took time; he did it softly, being sure to keep the shallow scabs that had formed from tearing open.

Bandages retrieved from a nearby cabinet, Glitch began to wrap Spam's wounds. Securely tightened a moment later, Glitch dressed her in some of his spare clothes. After placing her as comfortably as he could on his bed, Glitch began to prepare for what he knew was coming. Glitch had never been vindictive like this before; in fact, never in the past had he felt this way towards anyone, felt that risking his life for someone else would be worth it. Either way;

Bill would pay.

The huge flood lights from overhead made Bill almost demonesk in the way he cast darkness over the ground, his dark silhouette well over fifty feet long. Bill looked behind him shoulder to confirm for what he had over a dozen times. His crimson wings were unfurled high into the air, colored with the blood of his fallen prey.

Embellishing in the one true pleasure he kept in his heart, he drew his sword for his sheath. It was Katana like from the hilt to about the end, where it arched out into a wider blade. In an almost self conscious show of skills, he went through the paces; experimenting with slashes, parries, spins, and combos. As the talent that had long since gone rusty returned to him, the improvised practice session turned almost into a recital. The moves became a dance, his trusty blade his partner. After all these years, he reflected, his only partner had been this sword. It had been the only gift he had received in his life. His only foil for his thoughts.

At one point, however, Bill had almost found a soul mate. Someone he could share his life with. Someone who, above other things, was not an inanimate object. She who was like him.

"Ambrosia. That was your punishment."

His jumped into the air and brought the weapon down with all his strength, imbedding it in the building wall.

"You love me, or you bleed."

And that's what it boiled down to. Bill had been infatuated, and she had betrayed that trust. At least, that's how the unstable man viewed it in his mind. Bill was aware of the growing psychosis, the changes that his personality were undergoing. Bill didn't care. He had been B07N for so very long, but now he would be free. When Glitch was out of the way, Bill would finally be the very best. The greatest creation of the entire planet. After that, the growing dementia would cease to be.

He was sure of it.

From his position on the side of the concrete cliff, 40 feet off the ground with his sword still sticking in the giant edifice of MicroSoft headquarters, Bill heard footsteps echoing across the massive expanse. Echoes like the tick tocking of a clock. The footsteps told this plane of existence that someone was going to be leaving it soon. Bill knew, though, that this plane had better get used to him, as he had no intention of leaving it just yet. He descended slowly towards the ground, his new bloody tools already responding to his unconscious orders. Glitch was here, everything was going according to plan. Finally, the showdown would begin.