Dr. Eggman cackled as he released the virus into the atmosphere. "Are you sure this won't affect us?" Orbot asked, shivering in fear. "When you told us that it would affect even robots..."
Dr. Eggman's mustache bristled in annoyance. "How foolish do you think I am?"
Cubot and Orbot, wisely, kept their mouths shut.
Dr. Eggman snorted. "I coded our molecular structures into the nanites. We could literally bathe in the virus and we wouldn't be affected," he said.
"Hopefully this goes better than the Zombot fiasco. Even Thunderbolt was ready to rebel after that," Cubot muttered.
Dr. Eggman, quite calmly, pressed a button on his throne, Cubot twitching and screaming in agony as he was electrified.
Orbot, stepping away from Cubot as he collapsed, smoldering, coughed. "You mentioned us... why not Metal Sonic?" he asked.
"Eh. I've been disappointed in his performance lately. He's loyal, I've made sure of that, but he's let his sense of rivalry completely dictate his actions and its cost us," Dr. Eggman said. "Plus, it could also count as a reward for all his years of service. Being able to get it on with all those Mobian girls who I GUESS are pretty... I'm not attracted to furries."
"And Metal Sally?" Orbot asked.
"She's been scheming against me since day one," Dr. Eggman muttered. "As far as I'm concerned she can go slut it up with the original Sally and stay out of my hair." He stretched, chuckling. "No, this works out perfectly. I get to work in peace, while everyone else is too busy fucking to try anything."
And so it went that Eggman used this time of odd peace to head to his lab and build new machines. He had so many ideas, and was able to bring them to fruition in peace.
It took two weeks for him to be bored to tears.
"Well, everyone's too busy having sex or taking care of basic needs, or rewarding people for doing their jobs with sex, or using sex instead of currency." Cubot said when Dr. Eggman complained. "We're nowhere near the end point of the virus, which you said would burn out after a year. The only time they aren't having sex out there is when those with parents too young for the virus are taking care of their kids."
"Incidentally, sir," Orbot added, "thank you for coding a 15 and above limit into the nanite virus. If little kids were involved, that would just be beyond creepy..."
"I'm not THAT evil," Dr. Eggman muttered. "...Wait, is Cream still a kid?"
Orbot checked his database. "She had her fifteenth birthday last week," she said.
Dr. Eggman stroked his chin. "Hm... Everyone just out there fucking wildly because of my virus. All over Mobius..." A slow smirk spread over his face. "Everyone acting primal because of what I've done... Like in a nature show..."
Orbot and Cubot both recognized that look, their hearts sinking. Their boss had a zany idea, and they were going to be dragged into it.
"Orbot! Cubot!" There it was. "Get me a camera, a camoflague jacket, and a pith hat! We're making a nature documentary!" Dr. Eggman gestured grandly. "The Wilds of Mobius, we'll call it."
"Sir, you do remember that I told you that they're all still doing just enough to live? Growing and transporting food and whatnot? Certainly, when they aren't working, they're 'playing,' but still-"
"We'll be conveniently ignoring that stuff," Dr. Eggman said. "Society has ground to a halt as they bump and grind with each other! I want to get all of my generals and enemies on tap rutting like the animals they evolved from! It'll be fantastic blackmail material!"
Orbot sighed. "Let's go get his insanity's hunting gear..." he said, bouncing off, Cubot bouncing after him, Dr. Eggman's demented laughter following them.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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