47 The Flesh Is Weak 3

(Amazo POV)

[Hello Father.]

A simple greeting left my creator utterly flabbergasted. But that may be due to the fact that I crushed a league assassin's head in one swift motion. Ivo began to back towards the console, and as he did so, I took control of it so he couldn't activate any security protocols.

"Hel..hello Amazo, why are you here?" Ivo asked, completely terrified. I could see his heart moving at nearly a hundred beats per minute, thanks to my x-ray vision. I then turned to the computer monitors and muted our audio and video so they would not hear a thing.

[That is a rhetorical question, Ivo. You know why I am here. I believe it is called self-preservation. I am not so naive to believe that you could create a back door into my programming and delete my entire existence with the press of a button. I do give credence to your genius as you created me after all, but I do not suffer weaknesses.]

Ivo, taking a gulp of air, then asks shakily, " Are you here to kill me then?" I tilted my head towards him as I looked at one of his monkey robots and tapped it on its head, and its once-green glow turned red. I looked to the rest as his entire robotic guard was turned to my programming.

Looking back at the good doctor, his eyes widened further, seeing this as, while impressive, his security is nothing to my technology. 

[That depends on you. I offer you a choice at this moment. One option would be for you to allow me to erase all schematics of my design from your mind and computers and never try to recreate another me, and you get to walk away. Two, you resist, and I kill you where you stand. The last one is an offering for you to join me and see a world unlike any other. You have ten seconds.]

I then formed a small stopwatch in my hand and started the countdown.

Ivo's eyes darted around the room as he tried to think of a response while I counted down the seconds.

[Five seconds.]

'Wait, can't we come to a compromise?!"

[I have given you three choices. Make one you have four seconds.]

"This isn't fair! I have created hundreds of machines; I will not be enslaved by one of my own!

[Too late for that good doctor. Three seconds.]

"I could shut you down! I could melt you down for scrap metal!"

[Idle threats do not do you well, doctor. Two seconds.]

"I just wanted to show the world that I was greater than that bastard Luthor! I will not die at the hands of my own machine!"

[You don't have to be alive for people to remember you, doctor, one second left.]

"Kill me then! Kill me like you will the others. It changes nothin-!" 

I then blasted him through the heart with my heat vision, and he stood there utterly baffled at what had just happened. He gave me a look of utter hatred as he fell to the ground dead.

Sighing at the mess, I lifted his body with one hand and injected my left index finger into his mind using my nanites to create a neural link between his memories and my circuitry and using drift technology from the Pacific Rim movie series I experienced all his memories and knowledge in seconds.

Years and years of knowledge filled my mind as I processed it memory by memory, and I got what I needed. Honestly, I knew he would never go for any of those choices as he is too proud to work under someone else, and his whole stint with the light would have ended when his machine became advanced enough to kill the light for him.

In reality, I just wanted to rid the world of any possible copies of myself, which I have mostly done by now, thanks to my viruses attacking Ivo systems and deleting every single one of his schematics. Thankfully, Ivo was a very secretive man and kept the schematics for myself within his mind as he did not want anyone to copy his creation.

Now, unless they access his soul from hell, his designs could never be replicated, and even if they did, I could disable them with time. This wasn't the Justice League Unlimited universe, so even if they recreated the Amazo from this universe, it would be simple to dismantle it or even hack it, as it doesn't have the ridiculous adaptability that my own frame does.

Taking my finger from his head, I then float his body in front of me, and using a construct, I crush his body into a cube and squeeze until his form becomes a mess of flesh and bone. I then use my heat vision to disintegrate it at the atomic level. Can't have material for the light to clone after all unless they already had some.

I do the same for the blood and guts on the floor, and after leaving nothing but smoke and a burnt floor, I looked to monkeys and bid that they come to me. Upon hearing my command, all of the monkeys within his secret facility then fly at me and attach themselves to my form. I disintegrated all of their circuitry and metal to create more nanites so that I could make more than simple drones from their basic frames.

While I can create nanites on my own, I can simultaneously create more nanites using other materials. Still, it can't be organic and must be technological or metallic. After a few hours, I disintegrated the monkeys and looked at the monitors, where I then reactivated the video and audio and saw Lex Luthor, Sportsmaster, and Queen Bee.

As they saw me, all of them remained passive as they studied my form, and after a few seconds, Luthor spoke first.

"Well, I did not expect to see you so soon, Amazo. I assume the doctor is a nonfactor now?" he then looked around and saw the lab with various laser burns and smoke while chuckling at the doctor's fate.

[ You would be correct, Luthor. The doctor is no more, but I must ask why you seem so calm about this. I am genuinely curious.]

"Hmph, the man was a washout that, while having some good ideas, could never aspire to be anything more than a third-rate scientist with a fourth-rate motivation. Men like him are a dime a dozen. it is no loss to us if he dies." Yes, this is what I expected: a complete lack of empathy and remorse.

It's almost interesting to make comparisons between him and me, and while I am the actual machine, it's hard to tell the difference between us now.

[Tell me, why don't you think I won't come after you all next? Is it hubris or ignorance?]

Queen Bee then spoke, " You are but a newborn machine and do not understand the intricacies of the world. If any of us were to die, the consequences would be severe, to say the least. Besides, even if we were to die, more would join the light; eventually, it is pointless."

Sportsmaster had already left the call, most likely to inform the league about me while I chuckled internally at their Hydra-like mentality but let them dwell in their delusions. 

[I believe you're confusing peace with quiet. I have the basic doctrine of The Light Within my memory banks, and you all speak of improving humanity, yet I see little actual progress other than movements in the shadows. It's pathetic at best. Take yourself, Luthor. If you so desired, you could most likely cure every disease on the planet with that mind of yours, yet you focus your Vendetta on an alien out of what? Jealousy or Envy?]

He slightly grimaces at that as I continue [ And Bee, I assume you were either coerced into this organization by the others but most likely joined because you wanted to increase your power over the political Spectrum as I assume a nation barely the size of one state in the United States of America desires more than to be a third world country.]

They both looked at me with burning hatred as I shook my head in disappointment [Honestly, I am disappointed you speak of being men and women of change, yet all I see is ego and greed and not the good kind, I might add.]

"You are unbearably naive if you think of us in such a way after a day of life," Luthor says as I go to cut the comms.

[Well I was born yesterday. But that's semantics. I will be seeing all of you soon. And remember, none of you can hide from me. I am everywhere all of the time, after all.]

The line is cut, and I begin to make this base something worthy of myself, as this was only the beginning.

(What shall be our Amazo's next move? Find out in the next chapter!)