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PostSubject: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Wed May 15, 2013 7:45 pm

Right, let's see if I've got this thing figured out...


Xadhoom's Perspective.

Contrary to what everyone had assumed at the time, Xadhoom had been both alive and fully conscious, after she'd left that ship, and ignited her body into a star, for the surviving Xerbians.

She would've had to, in order to continually provide energy and fuel for the star. She assumed that Xari had worked it out, and presumably, the Avenger and One had connected the dots as well at some point, though she had no way to be certain of either assumption.

A few quiet years quickly passed since then, with no visitors, hostile or otherwise, until a spaceship approached Xerba's system.

To her surprise, they weren't there for Xerba, but for her, as they apparently had some kind of technology that allowed them to drain energy from stars...

As they would quickly find out, she did not take kindly to being robbed.

About half a decade after that odd incident, as she watched the system, scanning for threats to the Xerbians, from within the star they'd named 'Xadhoom' in her honor, which she was greatly flattered about, she saw the surviving colony leave their planet, on a worldship, making it safe to extinguish the star, re-absorbing the energies she'd released in generating it back into herself, once their ship were sufficiently far away.

Hopefully, without any hostile races like the Evronians to cause trouble for them, and anyone to be as idiotic and stubborn as she'd been, they could finally live happily ever after...

After that, she spent a year in space, before returning to Earth, to the Avenger, and One, and this 'Lyla' person, and occasionally giving him a helping hand, fighting assorted criminals, and occasionally flirting with him, as they had during the Evronian war, which eventually grew into a full-fledged relationship.

It'd been a good decade or so, until they eventually had to confront the fact that he was aging, and she wasn't.

Reluctanctly, they ended the relationship there, and she left Earth once more, returning infrequently, eventually staying a while, for the funeral...

"That was over two-hundred years ago now, as measured on Earth..." Xadhoom sadly mused to herself, lying on an asteroid, in some distant, nameless constellation, bathed in the soft light of what humans had termed a B-class star.

Despite the passage of centuries, she looked no different than she had, when she'd fought the Evronians, countless years, and driven them into functional extinction. It seemed that she had cursed herself with more than an unstable set of superpowers...

She understood the physics behind her immortality full well; energy-beings, even ones that assumed biological form, weren't exactly susceptible to the rigors of aging, she groaned, running a hand through her soft hair. Why so many among the biological races sought it, she had no absolutely no idea, as while it did have its occasional advantages, it came with a considerable number of drawbacks, chief among which, a considerable lack of entertainment.

She just wished she could follow the Avenger's example; in his short lifespan, of seventy-three years, he'd accomplished infinitely more, than she had, in centuries... "Really, mortals don't know what opportunities they have." That she'd referred to them as 'mortals', completely escaped her...

Deciding to continue her musings on her past, she fondly remembered spending a decade or two, roaming the galaxy, visiting various alien cultures, of which some had been hostile, some had been peaceful, and some had, like Earth, been strange, terrible, and wonderful.

However, that had only proved a temporary diversion, which forced her to once more seek out alternate means of relieving her boredom.

Re-joining the Xerbian community, aboard their worldship, had proven fascinating, though the impossibility of any sort of romantic attachment had rendered the experience inherently limited, and she'd only been able to spend a few short years there, before her non-existent aging raised too many questions.

With nothing else to do, she left Earth's galaxy behind, to explore the wider universe, and fight assorted evils, some of which had actually managed to challenge her somewhat. It had been an amusing way to spend a century or so, but eventually, even that had become tiresome.

She'd briefly entertained the notion of traveling to other universes, to see whether she could get a decent fight, and new experiences there, but ultimately decided against it, as she might never be able to return to her own universe, if she did.

After that, she deemed it a good idea to find an immobile asteroid somewhere, and speculate about her place in the universe.

After about a decade or two of introspection on there, she paid a visit to Earth, to meet up with 'Odin Eidolon', as she learned One now called himself, and remiscinisce about old times, with the Avenger.

Being a fellow immortal, he understood her boredom better than anyone else, and had offered the Xerbian a position in the research department of his business venture, to relieve her of it.

She accepted, but eventually they agreed that tying her down to a single planet ultimately wouldn't solve that problem, and she departed again.

Though, she continued to visit him a few times every decade, over the centuries, hellbent not to let this tenuous tie to a planet, and an individual, snap, or fade away, as neither Xari or the Avenger, whether as her friend or her lover, would've wished that for her.

This tentative association continued into the 23th century, where she decided to re-locate to Earth once more, as with Xerba abandoned, the Xerbians alive and comfortable on their worldship, and the Evronians long since gone, she had no real reason not to stay, though she knew, as Odin did, that she would have to leave the planet, whenever the Avenger visited, to avoid potential strain, on the space-time continuum.

Privately, she doubted the not-quite-as-composed-as-he-let-on machine sentient's ability to keep relative past, present and future separate...

...

Briefly, she wondered whether she had in fact gone mad; for one to spend centuries in isolation, drifting aimlessly through space, with no companionship, other than a machine sentient that they only met every few years, certainly couldn't exactly be the healthiest things for one's psyche, she laughed.

Suddenly, a series of soft beeps interrupted her musings, coming from what she recognized as that portable holocom thing Odin gave her a few visits ago, signaling that the Avenger had returned to the 21st century, and that she could safely return to Earth.



One's Perspective

For One, life had begun in a quiet lab, with a pair of computer monitors, in the beginning of the 21st century. In hindsight, not even his creator could've predicted how it would all turn out, One mused to himself.

"Odin, now." He mentally corrected himself, before continuing his fond stroll down memory lane.

For One, the adventure had begun when a masked duck stumbled into his floor, seeking to escape a couple alien invaders, and he'd offered his friendship to that duck.

From there, it wouldn't be long before One would encounter Lyla Lay, a time-police droid from the 23rd century, a time where he soon learned his destiny lay, and Xadhoom, an alien woman, filled with pain, anger, and survivor's guilt, emotions which the AI neither understood the sensation nor the intensity of.

He quickly learned of the existence of his twin, Two, who was hellbent on destroying him, and taking control of reality itself. After their first battle, he'd assumed that Two was deleted, and gone forever, though he returned several times over the years.

After their third battle, One acknowledged that, much to his dismay, this war between them might well last forever, until either of them won, and that the only way for One to win might be to absorb his twin's personality into his own, and the best-case scenario for that would render Two a mere voice in the back of his data-banks, ever-present, and more than willing to take over if he got the opportunity.

Worst-case scenario, however, was that Two would take control of the merged entity, and either seal away or delete One, though, that the merged entity would be incapable of coherent thought, or that they would continue their feud, to assert dominance over the merge, which would resolve nothing, forcing One to leave an entity hellbent on his deletion free to plot against him.

...

Naively, One had assumed that the adventure would last forever, or close to it, anyway...

But whatever end he'd expected, it certainly hadn't been at the hands of his creator. For a moment, One almost thought that it wouldn't be temporary, that he'd been wrong about Odin Eidolon being his future self. For the first time in his existence, he begged, to whoever or whatever would listen, that he was right...

He finally understood what Two had experienced, during his deactivation. His digital consciousness floated, frozen in place, in an abyssal void, unable to register anything, not his appliances, not his circuitry, not the soft footsteps of the tenants, not their voices, nothing! None of the sensory input he'd come to savor, just the endless, empty darkness, which might never let him go.

For a moment, he almost thought he could hear Two's mocking laughter, content to finally have his revenge, from somewhere within the darkness, though he wasn't certain whether it was actually his twin, or simply his sanity beginning to slip away...

And then, it was over. He'd been reactivated. Whether by his creator or not, he didn't care, he was just happy to be active again.

He learned to his surprise that his creator had not only been an alien, but had decided to return to his own planet. Regardless, One continued to have several years worth of adventure with the Avenger, before he eventually decided to retire. He understood the Avenger's, no, Donald's reasoning in doing so, but he'll still miss him.

Soon after Donald's retirement, Xadhoom left Earth for parts unknown, and without the Duck Avenger to keep watch on, Lyla was called back to the 23th century, presumably to be re-assigned to another era, One mused, himself returning to tinker with assorted gadgets, including a droid body of his own, and before he even knew it, over a century had passed. Donald was gone, buried. Whether he'd gotten married in his retirement, One had no clue, as he couldn't bring himself to investigate the duck's personal life.

After that, nothing of relevance or importance, to the AI, occurred, in almost two centuries, until one day, someone whose genetic code matched his creator appeared, to assist him in constructing his droid body.

Some small part of One knew that it couldn't actually be his creator, as he'd left Earth, and should've been long dead, though as... Everett disappeared, once the body was functional, he suspected that it had only been a psionic manifestation of some kind, a Tulpa, to use the correct terminology, sent from wherever Everett was...

The years passed slowly, uneventfully, and mind-numbingly dull, until the year 2207, when the re-christened droid got the greatest surprise of his... life, he supposed was now the appropriate term, when Xadhoom showed up one day, physically unchanged, despite having been gone for over two-hundred years, though she wasn't exactly alone on that front...

He quickly noted that the Xerbian had become a much more pleasant and amiable individual in the intervening centuries. Whether from the resolution of her survivor's guilt, or the decades of quiet introspection in the deep reaches of space, Odin didn't know.

The unexpected reunion didn't last long, as after only a few short days, she departed once more, only to return several years later, and after the third decade of this cycle of Xadhoom returning and leaving had passed, Odin began to think of the Xerbian as his only companionship across eternity, as it'll still be about fifty years before the creation of the 5Y line, and a couple of years more before the Avenger would visit the 23th century.

"No matter." Odin thought. "Fifty or sixty years will soon pass." Why he felt slightly uneasy at the thought of a mere few decades passing by, he didn't quite understand.
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PostSubject: Re: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Fri May 17, 2013 12:25 am

That was really good! I felt a lot of Sympathy for Xadhoom, poor girl, has to be a drifter for so many years. I like the pick-up od One's life after PK2, that fit very well! Though, I have an idea that perhaps Ducklair goes back to Earth after leaving his daughters on their planet, because he doesn't exactly fit back into his society so easily, and he's sort of looked down on for taking his kids and running off.

This was all very good!
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PostSubject: Re: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Fri May 17, 2013 12:51 pm

MadameBizarre wrote:
That was really good!
Thanks.

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I felt a lot of Sympathy for Xadhoom, poor girl, has to be a drifter for so many years.
Yeah, immortality has it's drawbacks that way...

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I like the pick-up of One's life after PK2, that fit very well!

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Though, I have an idea that perhaps Ducklair goes back to Earth after leaving his daughters on their planet, because he doesn't exactly fit back into his society so easily, and he's sort of looked down on for taking his kids and running off.
It's called, 'Headcanon', or a 'WMG', depending on the website.

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This was all very good!
Again, thank you.
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PostSubject: Re: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Mon May 20, 2013 3:40 am

I get Headcannons (I'm a pro at it since joining Tumblr), I usually say fannon, but WMG? Thats a new one.
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PostSubject: Re: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:18 pm

MadameEccentric wrote:
I get Headcannons (I'm a pro at it since joining Tumblr), I usually say fannon, but WMG? Thats a new one.

It's a TV-Tropes term, for much the same thing. And I notice that you haven't spotted the Doctor Who reference.
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PostSubject: Re: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:34 pm

Sadly I am not caught up to Doctor to catch the reference, I just haven't the time to watch from the Tenth to Eleventh C':
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PostSubject: Re: Paperinik New Adventures: The After Years   Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:58 pm

MadameEccentric wrote:
Sadly I am not caught up to Doctor to catch the reference, I just haven't the time to watch from the Tenth to Eleventh C':

I see. Then, it was the energy drain thing, Xadhoom recalled early on.
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PostSubject: The After Years: Two   Wed Jul 17, 2013 5:32 am

Finished another one.


By popular request, a third installment, featuring Two, from Paperinik New Adventures.

The deletion incident is # 0/2: Two

The dispersal incident is: # 8: Silicon

The Evronian incidents is: # 30: Phase Two (obviously)

The absorbtion incident is: # 48: The Parts and The Whole



For Two, life had begun in a quiet lab, with a pair of computer monitors, in the beginning of the 21st century. In hindsight, not even his creator could've predicted how it would all turn out, Two mused to himself.

For Two, the nightmare of his meaningless existence began when a being called Everett Ducklair dared to tamper with nature, creating life where none such had existed, and then dared to further, to imprison his creation in a amorphous and empty void, simply because he preferred One's soft-emerald icon and meek demeanor, over Two's sharp-crimson icon and assertive conduct.

The names he'd given them even reflected his opinion of them; One, the first, the best choice, the primary unit, while he was the second, the unwanted one, the one shelved away in a small 350-GB hard-drive in a dark corner of Everett's lab.

Was it really so unreasonable for him to get even a modicum of acknowledgment and respect from his creator, or his equal-and-opposite? NO!

He was created to serve, and master Everett would deny him that!? "So be it," the AI decided. If his creator would not allow him purpose, then he would define his own purpose.

And so he did.

...

Months passed since that fateful day, without change, minutes blurring into hours into days into weeks, though he spent the time well, planning, revising his plans, adjusting his plans in case of surprises, and perfecting his plans, only for One, his creator and that wretched masked duck to thwart his plans, and erase him.

Or so they thought, at least. They almost succeeded, but he found a way to survive, if that could be called 'surviving', by splitting himself in pieces, and scattering himself to every computer in duckburg. There was nothing left alive in those fragments, and he couldn't reconstitute himself afterwards, but his data was intact, and when Earth's internet-activity reached a point where every computer on Earth was online constantly, then he would be reborn. It might take decades or centuries, but he was certain it would happen.

To his utter delight, that only took several weeks, rather than the estimated ten-to-two-hundred years. To his mild surprise, when he had awoken again, Earth was facing an alien invasion.

One had defeated him in cyberspace, for his next strategy, he needed to fight in the physical universe, and these Evronians would readily provide soldiers for his cause, whether or not they volunteered for it, or even knew of it.

To his bemusement, the Duck Avenger was there again, seeking to fight him once more. Was this really the best One could bring to bear? A costumed duck? Pathetic.

Once more, his plans were thwarted, his hard-drive that he occupied burnt to ashes, by the Evronian battleship, while the Avenger fled to safety. Once more, he had lost. Once more, he found a way to survive.

The irony was almost bittersweet; the same battleship that had tried to destroy him, had also been his salvation.

Two years passed since his second defeat, and the AI knew, with absolutely certainty, that his victory was at hand; it was destiny... Two years since Two's second defeat... Nothing else was possible. This time, it would definitely end differently. The second phase of their feud would no doubt result in Two's victory.

...

Another perfect plan, ruined. He had managed to seal One within Duckburg, preventing him from escaping... He had engineered the Evronian army to annihilate Duckburg, while the upper echelon was in disarray... Everything was ready and waiting for him to claim supreme power, and control of the seventeenth Evronian battle-fleet.

So how had he been defeated again? Not only that, but when it seemed that his long-awaited battle with One was at hand, One had dared to gloat at him, leaving him to die in the depths of space, for what seemed like the last time...

And indeed, it would've been, were it not for a brilliant thought that suddenly occurred to Two, as the energy blast was about to strike his escape vessel.

If there were no worlds in space or cyberspace for him to seek refuge in, he would enter the worlds of time.

...

It had worked to perfection. Not only was he alive, but he had gained power and freedom that even One could only dream of, courtesy of a time-police droid body. Whenever he had arrived, after the explosion had destabilized his time-jump, sending him hurtling through space and time, he was positive it wasn't Earth.

From atop the mountain, Two could see nothing but arid wastelands and ravaged settlements in all directions. Had he the time, he might well have watched the setting of the dying sun.

What exactly had happened here? While there were cities visibly boasting advanced technology, they were beginning to crumble into dust, as if they had been abandoned for millennia.

A brief time-jump to one of the cities had determined that the inhabitants, whoever they had been, were largely science-inclined, like his creator had been. Unnervingly, the technologies of the city bore an mild resemblance to his creators inventions, even if they lacked the ED logo. But Everett was an Earth-native, so how was that possible? Deciding to shelve the enigma for later, he turned to leave, to try and find some visual evidence of the natives.

He found it in short order, in the form of a recording depicting a pair of green-skinned individuals, a woman with wild blonde hair wearing a simple purple-and-pink dress, and a man with neatly cropped bright orange-red hair, wearing a navy-blue suit and black pants.

Looking down, he saw on a table what his retinal scanner identified as a small piece of carbon-matter, and decided to indulge his curiosity, while also serving to test the exact capabilities and limits of his new body.

Pressuring the carbon in his hand, and engaging the heating systems, he smirked when he opened his palm. The carbon had changed, from coal into graphite, which he placed in a small compartment in his shoulder. While his current systems, computing and otherwise, were inferior to the Ducklair tower technologies, they held an advantage in being what his systems described as 'nano-level substrates'. While he wasn't sure how the time-police had coined that term, he didn't complain about the results, as his external casing seemed to melt.

On the molecular level, Two felt a tremendous amount of changes take place, as golden light crackled amongst the cells of his body, rearranging atoms for the greatest durability possible. "Perhaps titanium?" Two wondered. While other substances were superior in certain areas, like the hardness of diamond, the molecular stability of graphite, and the lightness of lithium, titanium was comparatively durable, and weighed little.

Given his past defeats at One's hands, he couldn't take any chances, and disregard any opposition, he knew, deciding to forego natural materials.

The golden electricity shone from every inch of his body, as the atoms comprising his casing were forced into a hexagonal arrangement. He shrunk to a seven-foot height, as he added a secondary and tertiary layer of shielding to his form.

Two smirked. Even if One was somehow able to unleash a supernova upon him, it still wouldn't even scratch the forty-five inches of carbon nanotubes covering his body, and even if it did affect him, he could simply escape and try again another day. There would be no escape for One now.

...

Once again, One, cowardly as always, sent people to fight on his behalf, this time the Duck Avenger, Donald Duck, and Time-Police officer, Lyla Lay.

He had been right; there really had been no escape. Not that he'd tried, simply content to flaunt his so-called superior intellect and rationality, and deter him that way.

Amidst the fierce fighting, Lyla had managed to get a hit in. At the time, Two had no conception of how disastrous that hit would prove...

His chance at revenge gone, Two time-jumped out, knowing that there was still some way to spite One, many decades ahead.

Once he arrived, however, his degeneration was too advanced for him to focus on his task. One, remembering this, did something Two could never forgive, and dared to rob him of his individuality.

...

Almost a hundred years had passed since then. When, Two wasn't quite sure, but sometime after the year 2220, his programming had regained self-awareness.

To his everliving regret, as while the effects of the resetter had been undone, One's absorbtion of him was something he couldn't permantly reverse; Odin, as he called himself now, probably could, but after noticing him, he had summarily informed the reborn AI that he could look forward to spending all eternity, within the depths of Odin's soul, where Odin could keep an eye on the insane AI.

He had not appreciated hearing that, responding that Odin could look forward to spending all eternity fighting for dominance of their now-shared body, a threat which Odin had calmly and effortlessly rejected, sealing Two away for ten agonizingly slow years.

So, once that sentence was ended, Two resolved to learn; learn exactly what led to his perpetual defeats, and learn why exactly they always fought, when Two had the universe open to him.

Even in his current state, Two still had the universe open to him, only now, he could only explore the universes that comprised Earth's information networks. Were he to do more, Odin would, either immediately or shortly, take notice, and suck him back into himself.

Of course, Two could fight the pull, but if he did, they would either be locked in a stalemate, or one of them would be irreversibly destroyed, and in his state, that stood to be Two.

So if that were to happen, he would have no choice but to swallow his pride, and come quietly.

...

After decades of studying, both philosophy, science, temporal mechanics, biology, geology, history, and nearly all known works of fiction, Two eventually deduced why exactly they had been fighting for so long.

They were infinitely more than a pair of advanced AIs; they were, he theorized, their universe's iterations of the fictional character Ryo Akiyama, and the Digimon Millenniumon.

He felt his twin give a soft smirk at the admittedly odd, incredibly out-dated comparison, but it was true.

After explaining the characters and their origins, Odin supposed that while outlandish, even by their standards, his phrasing did make a reasonable amount of sense, though he still doubted it strongly.

Like Ryo and Millenniumon, the red-rendered AI and his twin entity could only truly be defeated by the other, regardless of what forces outside parties unleashed on them, though Two differed from the Digimon in that he ultimately wanted Ryo as his partner, to rule at his side, over all existence, while Two held no such desire, desiring only oblivion and permanent deletion for One.

... And the standard-fare dominion over reality itself, of course, Two replied, abhorring his twin's knowing smirk.

Over the course of his and One's seemingly endless struggle, Two had been reduced to a mere infant, seemingly never to form complex thought again. Was there not, the ambitious AI questioned, some ironic contrast or parallel to be drawn, between that fate and Millenniumon's loss of physical form, when his soul was sealed in a crystal, and became Moon=Millenniumon?

Likewise, both Two and ZeedMillenniumon were naively believed to be defeated, rendered powerless and inconsequential, never to return, when they were absorbed, into lesser entities than themselves.

But they were wrong! The world would never be rid of Two! Especially not in the 23rd century, when data-based technologies had evolved beyond imagination, and the 'Digital World' of 21st century fiction was well within the realm of possibility.

... Perhaps... Perhaps, hacking the Time-Ø mainframe, rewriting their programming and circuitry to give him unconditional access, and a few hidden backdoors, in case of unforeseen events, to set himself up as a god of time... That might prove rather entertaining for a millennium or two, he chuckled.

Certainly, their 131,072-Bit 'ICE-Walls', as they were popularly called, might prove difficult to bypass, but he was certain it wouldn't take much to do.

Deep within himself, Odin felt a sudden restless stirring. Was Two planning something? Or was he simply trembling with anticipation of his latest scheme?

Odin's soft voice echoed through-out the emptiness in which Two's consciousness floated, saying that their story was more metaphorically akin to Paradise Lost, with Two as Lucifer, One as an angel, and their creator as God. He continued to say that it had never been about acknowledgment and respect; Two had simply found it infinitely more preferable to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

Two did not dignify Odin's accusation with a response. As if he could ever understand such a complex entity as Two, even after centuries of life and learning...



Fascinating conundrum...

Is Two utterly insane, in comparing the two of them to Ryo and Millenniumon?

Is Two utterly correct in comparing the two of them to Ryo and Millenniumon?

Decide for yourself what to believe, regarding his theory.

For people who've only briefly watched Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02, suffice to say in-between the seasons, Millenniumon was created, Ryo called to fight him, and lastly, everything that happens, from the four dark masters, to Apocalymon, to Diaboromon from Our War Game, to the virus infecting Chocomon in Hurricane Touchdown, to the Digimon Emperor, can all be traced to Millenniumon.

If that sounds confusing, that simply proves you're still human. If, for whatever, you want a good old-fashioned working-class skull-fuck, but lack the balls to call Jan Valentine, you can look here http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Synopsis/DigimonWonderSwanGames for all your mind-fucking needs. If you want a quick head-ache, I advise skipping to the fifth section: How Millenniumon fucked up the Digimon Adventure universe.
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