The Difficult Task of Raising a Weapon

G.U.N. Commander Abraham Tower: Interrogation

I clasp my hands, looking through the screen in front of me at Gerald Robotnik's final creation. The creature squints curiously at the light blinding it, its blood-red eyes appearing flat and dimensionless from the direct lighting. I frown, readjusting in my seat next to a plethora of other G.U.N. officials who are whispering quietly.

I thought this would be a simple capture and research situation, but the fact this thing can actually think changes everything. On the bright side, we can collect information about the old Professor and his works from it, whether it cooperates or not... I continue to observe the living weapon as it peers around, its movement restricted by the heavy cloth restraints cinched tightly around its small body. A feeling between disgust and admiration fills me; disgust at the fact something so monstrous can appear so innocent, admiration at the fact it seems not to be fazed by its situation. We'll start the interrogation as soon as we're ready, and then this thing will prove to be either compliant or rebellious. For its sake, it had better choose the former. Several minutes pass, but eventually the officials around me settle down and prepare to analyze the creation's responses. Leaning forwards, I switch on the two-way speaker and say my first words.

"Creation, you will have one chance to answer each of our questions truthfully and deferentially. Respond verbally at all times. Fail and there will be consequences. Do you understand?" The monstrosity appears apprehensive, but replies to my inquiry.

"Uh... Yes...? Um...sir." I raise an eyebrow; not only does the creature have a ridiculously deep voice for its size, but it appears to have been coddled by Gerald; almost forgetting an address is a very rookie mistake. Deciding to keep my personal bias at bay, I continue with the questions.

"What project are you? Who was your creator? Are you a prototype or a final creation?" I ask these questions first because we want them confirmed, and we also want to make sure the creation is telling the truth in its responses.

"I am Project: Shadow. My creator was Gerald Robotnik, and I am a final creation. Sir." Several people type its response; though this conversation is being recorded, it wastes time to go back and listen to it.

"How did you escape stasis? Where did you go after escaping Prison Island?"

"Um... I didn't really escape stasis, I was let out. I don't know by who, though. I went to the city after I...escaped, sir."

"Have you harmed anyone or anything since your awakening?"

"No, unless a piece of cardboard and a tablecloth count, sir." I blink, not having expected the cheeky response. More resentment boils within me, but I hold it at bay.

"You did not harm any living beings?"

"No, sir."

"What purpose were you created for?"

"Several, sir. I was created to cure my creator's granddaughter, Maria, of her terminal illness. I was created to serve as a weapon. I was created to protect the planet Earth from all forces threatening it."

"What are your abilities?"

"Enhanced speed, above-average strength, spindashing, and I can summon Chaos Energy to perform the moves Chaos Spear and Chaos Fire. ...I think there's more than that, though; the Professor once told me I could teleport, but I never learned how. Sir." I let my thoughts comprehend what was just said by the artificial lifeform, and purse my lips at the thought it is more powerful than I expected. With those kinds of abilities, I don't see how we can justify not using it as a weapon in our service. Hmm.

"Have you been trained in combat techniques or the use of inanimate weapons?"

"No, sir. I'm still learning my abilities."