Chapter 19: Mindmelt

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Savant slammed his alarm. He grunted and thought about all the pointless things he had to do today. He sat up in his bed and walked over to his mirror. He stared blankly at himself, his curving mustache, his compelling grin. His sharp face. He stared and stared, hoping something would change. He wanted to go back to normal. His heart was no longer set on conquering the galaxy, for he had already been conquered himself. He sat down at his desk chair and picked up his quill, drawing another concept. "Why do I do this to myself. These drawings only bring me down. I want to change. I want to go back to how it all used to be. Me and my wife snuggling under a warm fire with my Camon rocking at our feet in a tiny chair. It was so perfect. Then my desires got the best of me. I wanted power.", he said to himself. He put down the quill, a tear running down his face. "Now I don't even know if my wife is alive.", he sobbed. He stood up from his desk and walked towards the door. He opened it and went through his main hall to the double doors that lead to his balcony. He stepped through the doors and stared into what used to be a magnificent view of Zion. Now everything was dark and the little red-orange eyes on the Workbots fluttered around. The city had made some progress, the buildings exteriors were finished and the main balconies were rebuilt. The businesses had their belongings back but the indoors were still a mess. Savant thought about all the lives that have been taken. No one escaped the city when the Mangles were let in. They all were harvested and turned into more. The eradication of the Mangles seemed so necessary nowadays. He had no use for them anymore. He didn't invade planets or have any bad aliens to throw down to the Mangles to be harvested. He was lonely, and his only company was Camon, Dr. Raven, and some killer cyborg creatures that mercilessly destroyed his crew. Deep down Savant hoped they all managed to escape. He hoped that something miraculous had happened. He went back inside and back into his bedroom. He hadn't gotten any clothes on yet, and he hadn't gotten ready for the lonely, boring day ahead. He went to open the door to his closet when... "Riiiiing... Riiiiing." His personal phone had finally rung. He picked it up and immediately knew who it was. Crazy computer-generated sounds came from the other end of the line. "Hey dude... we noticed you ain't been bright lately, you should really start makin' some new beats bruh.", a person on the other line casually said. Savant sighed into the phone, "I'll think about it, alright? You guys just do you. I'll admit the label doesn't seem to go anywhere without me so I'll try to drop a new song." He hung up the phone. It had been so long since he talked to the guys from Section Z. He had been so caught up in designing robots that his passion for creating dupstep had faded away. He snatched a key off the wall and walked to the locked door that lead to his studio. He inserted the key and turned. A blast of memories hit him. Making cool songs named after his feats in life. One day he hoped to organize them into playlists based on major events in his life. Albums, some places called them. There were also EP's and Singles, it was all very organized. He decided that an EP was a good start. He could save it some where and send it out later. Savant spent the entire week perfecting some tracks, putting his brain into if, until he had about half a dozen. He really put thought into the tracks based on his emotions. The next week he revised them all and sure enough, he had a pretty decent EP on his hard drive. When picking out a title, he thought about all the brainwork it took him to melt his mind into these tracks. A brilliant idea came to him. Mindmelt. It really represented his breakdown and all the thought he put into the album. It was a perfect EP. He sent it to the ZCloud, a program that all the Section Z artists used to share music with eachother. Within a week Savant got feedback. His brain was so filled with thought he could explode. So many ideas went through his head, one of them being the most daring thought he had thought in a long time. He had decided to start up Project Galactopoly again. He began to rant, "Haha! Now I will dominate the music industry and the entire galaxy. I could control everyone and only allow songs released by Section Z to come through and be popular. The entire universe will LOVE my music. Then... when anyone gets in my way. LASERS WILL PLAGUE THEIR LIIIIVES." He had definitely returned to normal. Forgetting anything about the past. He didn't care about Zion, his wife, or even... Camon... that wasn't true. There was no way he could bring down his son. He still loved him. Camon was his only weakness. Savant immediately made plans for a new robot. All night he searched the internet, looking for anything to spark an idea. All he could find was a strange digital plumbing business two wierdo's with accents owned. That was it! The plumbers! They were both in bright blue overalls that definitely made a statement. The short, fat brother was in red garb, and the taller one was in green. They both had letters on their hats and mustaches that were thick and brown. "Yuck," Savant thought, "Who would destroy their face with such ugly brown mustaches." He did research on the plumbers and found they were part of a large system. Nintendo, it was called. It was from somewhere he had never heard before. "Japan," he said, "What a strange name for a planet." He looked through this company and found more plumbers. Except, these ones looked a lot meaner. They looked even better then the other ones. There was an obese plumber in yellow and a really tall, bony one in purple. They looked amazing to Savant. He looked at the tall one in his purple getup. He took that and shrunk it down, fattened it up to look identical to the red plumber. He photoshopped the weird jagged mustache into a much straighter one. He took the misshaped L and replaced it with an oversized V. There he had it. Savant used the strangest inspiration with strange plumbers to create a robot of destruction. He called it... Vario.

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