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The doorway stood before him like an entrance into the future.  As he approached the smell of ancient dust and electricity waffed up into his nose.  He breathed an ancient air that had been trapped behind rock for many hundreds of years.  He stepped through onto a shitty metal staircase.  His vision automatically adjusted to the lower light conditions.  He saw that the staircase descended what looked to him almost endlessly.  Something in his brain told him to turn around, obeying this impulse he turned to see the door in which he entered through slam shut infront of him with a thundering boom.  The sound echoed throughout the dark tunnel and gave away secrets of just how cavernous this place might be.  His thoughts turned to the MCADM on the other side.  Shrugging slightly he continued down the staircase.

Descending what had to have been 200 steps he finally came to an end of the stairs and into a hall that rivaled the biggest cathedrals built in the old age he no longer remembered.  In the middle of the hall was a mechanical altar constructed out of old dusty forgotten machinery.  He recognized what looked like pneumatic devices, possible diesel engines and other parts of what could only be identified to him as tesla coils.  There was a book placed upon this altar.  He stepped forward and opened to the first page.

“Hereth I stand, in the flesh of the earth, awaiting the divine knowledge of what was and what is.  Howeth I wish for answers, howeth I ponder over what will become and what has already passed.  I seek, therefore I am, and now I shall find.  For I am here in the halls of the Oracle.”

Turning the next page, Mixon saw that the book, was not quite a book, but rather a contraption made to look like a book.  Under the first page was a touchscreen with what he recognized as similar to his own PizzaOS system.  In the middle was the silver triangle with the two J’s logo.  Except this logo had been vandalized and below words were added, making the normal JJ logo read: “JJ iz FUCT”.

Mixon reached forward and touched the logo, and the screen went black.  The smell of electricity is what hit him first.  The next was the blinding light.  He stepped back with an arm over his eyes and watched as the altar began to sink into the ground.   From above the ceiling rumbled with an electronic earthquake.  He heard generators deep below him spin up as the tesla coil looking devices started to spew arching blue bolts of electricity on the techno garbage around them.  The veins of electricity started to arch to the ceiling as they increased with power and intensity.  More and more of the tesla devices came on line surging their electricity towards the ceiling.  At last what resembled a pentagram of light formed on the ceiling and in the center a man that looked like a marionette of countless wires and tubes began to descend from a black coffin.  The power surge continued as the man, like that of some forgotten god, lowered to the ground.  His feet gently found their footing and his head shot up.  He seemed to wear a baseball cap with the brim pushed up.  Across it was an LED display system that was scrolling the words: “DEATH IS EASY.”

The arcs of lighting now transfered to his face where two metal piercings in his lips anchored all of the electric energy.  An electric scream escaped his lips as his eyes shot open and gazed directly into Mixon.  ”BllleeerrrmmmmzzzZZZzZZZZzZzz!”

Mixon completely bored with the whole display, spoke first.

“Are you the Oracle?”

The wired marionete raised his arms so they shot straight up from his body and stopped the electricity surge.  He wore glasses on his face, ripped jorts, and wore a Midnight City Pizza T-Shirt.  His face carried ironic facial hair.

“Yes, I am.  And you are Mixon.  The famous pizza cook.  You have come to seek knowledge, you have come to the right place.  For I know all things.”

Mixon, studying the man carefully, realized he himself hadn’t known his own name until the Oracle had spoken it.  He looked again at the bill of the Oracles hat the seemed to change randomly what phrases it said.  This time it was scrolling an ASCII cat face and the words “MEOW IS THE TIME.”

“I am Mixon, I don’t know what is going on, but I need to know.”

The Oracles face lit up.

“Well the story goes as so.  Almost 800 years ago, you disappeared.  There are many of us here still that know your name.  Many of us knew you would come.  Many have forgotten.  I can not tell you all, but I must tell you what I can.  You are here because JJ has made it so.  He told us all long ago that he had found a way to harness the power of pizza.  What he did with that power was incredible.  He rose to power and brought pizza with him.  No one knew the power of pizza had such potential, but fuck he did.  We all worked together.  We never knew our lives would be changed the way they were.  Believe it or not we were all friends once.  But JJ had other plans.  It all began the day you disappeared.  One day you never came to work.  But JJ did.  He said he had an idea for a new pizza.  No one knew how he made it, but people loved it.  We put it on the menu, people started eating it.  The more people ate it, the more powerful JJ became.  It seemed to control them.  Nothing made sense.  JJ started to become powerful, not just in wealth but in impossible ways.  Soon after he started his own pizza place, MCP or Midnight City Pizza, in what we used to know as Manhattan.  Soon after his pizza filled the bellies of more and more people.  JJ started to advance the way pizzas were delivered.  Instant delivery became possible through the use of technology nobody understood.  Governments and smarter people warned of this technology.  Scientists attempted to study it but were unable to unravel how anything worked.  But one thing they did know, they loved that fucking pizza, and could NOT. STOP. EATING IT.  With instant delivery, it was possible worldwide.  With each pizza sold JJ’s power increased.  He created the marinara core, a never ending source of impossible power that could deliver unrivaled power.  Soon the governments of the world failed.  There wasn’t much resistance.  Everyone would rather eat the pizza than resist.  Those that did, the replicants destroyed them.  Powered by the marinara cores, perfectly emulating JJ and expanding on his power, the replicants became the world’s police force and JJ rose to dominate the world in a short time with the smallest struggle.”

Mixon listened to this story intently, and understood perfectly.

“So JJ made me disappear.. into the future?”

The Oracle stepped forward and spoke again.

“No one knew what happened to you.  We assumed JJ had killed you.  But many started to speak of your return.  But one thing is certain, for some reason you are here, and you have already taken down one of the replicants.”

Mixon looked confused as his head began to hurt.

“I have no memory of doing that.  I woke up with 200 pounds of mechanical parts up my ass, and an extensive knowledge of pizza, that can devastate the landscape with a mere thought.”

The oracle continued: “You have taken down a replicant.  It seems for some reason you have been given the power of the replicants, as you yourself have a marinara core that powers you now.  You have met me, and MCADM, two victims of JJ.  We were close to him, he promised us power too if we went along with him.  Drunk on pizza we accepted but became monsters.  MCADM hell bent on delivering became the ultimate delivering machine, but instant delivery made him useless.  I, with my hunger for knowledge and stories, became what you see before you, an all knowing mass of information.  JJ imparted to me the gift of precognition, a vague sort of knowing all that happens and a sense of story of anything that takes place.  I can see pieces of what is but not the whole truth.”

Mixon had many more questions but he listened intently.

“Our time grows short I cannot tell you all but I can tell you this.  You must travel to Midnight City.  You must kill JJ.  None of us knew this would happen.  But it has, and for some reason he sent you away instead of killing you.  So you must kill him.  For all of us.  There are more of us.  We are out there.  Also I must warn you.  There is one JJ had spared.  His name was Bedrich, but I fear I did not see his plan until now.  I fear he may have orchestrated a ploy to turn him against you.  Something terrible has happened.  He has acquired great power, and blames you for the misfortune. Beware.”

With this the Oracle stopped speaking.  Mixon pressed with further questions but the Oracle simply shook his head.  ”Our time is over, they are here and its time for you to begin your journey.  He has sent three of them.  If you truly are our savior, the worlds savior, now is the time to prove it.”

With his final words the ceiling above the oracle erupted.  The wires and tubes connecting him to his mass of knowledge came loose and he fell to the ground.  Mixon knelt down to help him up.

“Its no use, Im dead in 33 seconds.”

Looking at the brim of his hat reading “Pizza Party Pooper” Mixon stepped back.  The rock ceiling around him started to cave in.  Thousands of pounds of rock started to rain down, Mixon created a Alfredo sauce shield that encompassed him.  He thought of rising crust in the oven and began to rise through the falling debris and out of the earth.  Looking below he saw the cavern below completely filling with rock.  The sight of the broken Oracle below renewed his rage towards those that cut their time short.  Exploding out of the rock and into the noonday sun he was met by three replicants.  MCADM was gone.  It was time to fight.

Mixon was awoken to the sound of the MCADM engines powering down, decelerating from its cruising speed that seemed to him impossibly fast.  Looking at the map revealed they were about 200 yards from the spot marked “ORACLE” that slowly pulsed.  All Mixon saw on the viewing screen was a giant cliff face.  He studied it anxiously awaiting any opening or sign of life as MCADM approached it, and shut down his engines completely.  Sitting forward Mixon touched the door and it opened.  Wind was blowing sand across the battered land that resembled some old western movie Mixon watched as a kid, although he no longer had any memory of it.  Walking forward to the cliff wall he kicked at it.  A few sparks jumped off his metal foot and some of the rock was scuffed away.

“Well.. where is this oracle?”

The doors on the MCADM closed and the engine cut off.  Everything was silent except for the rising wind.  MCADM seemed lost in its own internal calculations or thoughts, whichever it possessed.  Still groggy from his nap Mixon walked across the eroded road and sat on a large red boulder, and stared at the cliff face with his head in his hands.  A certain sense of apathy had filled him.  It didn’t come as any surprise to him there was nothing here. The wind continued to howl and he fell away to his own internal thoughts of the situation.  How often he had come to points in his life like this, where it felt as if life had forgotten him in its daily affairs.  His closest friend an unknowable machine.  He himself, unknowable even to himself.  He found himself rather bored of it all.  The desert landscape around him seemed to echo his feelings.  As far as he could see was a deserted landscape, a few bushes and small shrubs grew lackadasicaly here and there without any real reason it seemed.  Weather beaten cliff sides stood as a testament only to stubborn will of there simply being nothing else to do, other to exist.  Disinterest filled him, even though such intense life changes had occurred only a short while ago.

He drew his mind inward towards his new mechanical body.  His mind was drawn to the marinara core.  When he focused he could feel its power driving his limbs and circulating his blood.  His mind continued to draw inwards and consider himself as himself.  As he sat and found himself meditating he realized he had only ever used his power when threatened or out of instinct.  Curious now, and for the first time not in a state of panic or danger he thought to try and use his powers.

Standing up and looking at the rock face he held his right hand forward.  He started to think of blasting the wall.  Thoughts of explosions and fire filled his brain.  Destruction, hate, wrath… he went through them all while tensing his arm.  However nothing seemed to erupt from his palm.  Knowing he had the power within him he refused to give up.  Again he thought:

“Missiles, lasers, smash and crash, DYNAMITE, C4, plasma blast, busses driving into walls, wrecking balls crashing through buildings, RPG’s blowing up houses, FIRE, DEATH, HAVOK!”

Nothing.

He sat back down on the rock, frustrated.  As he stared at the ground he thought again of the plane ride.  All those dead bodies, all that .. pizza.

He felt his chest whir to life and his hand a bit heavier with some sort of energy.  He stood again and held out his arm, palm facing the rock wall before him.

“Pizza” he spoke out loud.

A blast of red energy erupted from his finger tips and blasted into the cliff face, leaving a basketball sized hole.   The MCADM seemingly to take notice backed up a few feet from the cliff wall.  Again Mixon tried.

“PIZZA!”

This time a veritable force blasted out from his palm and into the cliff.  The blast this time considerably bigger than before.  MCADM further retreated up the road away from the cliff.  This time something clicked in Mixons head, and a knowing smile washed across his face.  This time he walked midway into the road and rose both of his hands to the cliff face.

“Delicious savory deep dish pizza, with buttery crisp crust!”

KABOOOM.  The eruption of red burning plasma belched forward from his hands and exploded upon the cliff face shattering it fifty feet in all directions.  The sound was deafening and the spray of granite shot over the dusty road.

“Rigatoni, zitti, huge lasagna, manicotti combo, garlic cheese toast basket!”

Explosions after exposions tore away at the cliff.  Hot waves of plasma red-white with power blasted through the cliff sending boulders and debris through the air and landing on the road beside Mixon.  As he tore away at the rock with his various attacks he grew surer and surer of himself and how to use his weapons.  Appetizers, small italian desserts caused short bursts of energy to thrash out from his hands.  Thoughts of mozzarella sticks shot short controlled bursts, while images of large chicago style deep dish pizzas had more of a mortar effect on the cliff.  It was after a powerful shot of double crust pizza cooked well done or a blast of spicy italian sausage stuffed shells that he began to notice something emerging in the cliff from his constant blasting.  A metal doorway was emerging inside the cliff.  A few more blasts of oregano and baked calzone bites later and he had uncovered a bright metaled door within a black metaled door frame.  He approached it and grasped at a handle and pulled.  The door opened an inch before being caught on a small pebble.  Thinking of a single strand of grated mozzarella cheese Mixon expertly removed it with a small blast from his index finger.  Swinging wide open now the door exhausted a warm heat and smell of static electricity.  He looked back to see the MCADM had inched nearer now and lit his headlights into the doorway.  Mixon looked in and saw a staircase winding downward.  He signaled to the MCADM that he was going in, but again wondered if the machine was conscious or not.  Stepping forward into the door frame he looked downward into darkness as his innards tensed with fear.  Life had not forgotten him, and in fact he felt as if the very fate of the world was awaiting him at the bottom of those stairs.  Filled with confidence and a refreshed perspective he entered the passageway.  What he would find, he would never have guessed.

News of the destruction in MC had the people of New Peruvia losing their minds with panic.  As Bedrich entered the town with his herd and bleeding passenger nobody noticed.  Adelmo was trying to calm the hysteria but was doing a terrible job at it.  Bedrich brought the herd to the barn quickly and secured them.  He hoisted Mixon off the Alpaca and laid him out on the barn floor.  Bedrich was convinced he was dead.  Mixon’s injuries were brutal and severe.  Severe lacerations across his body, compound fractures on one leg, the other was missing.  His hands and fingers were mostly broken and his jaw rested at an unnatural angle.  Mixon began to stir and Bedrich rushed to tell Adelmo.  Something about this man and what he said drove Bedrich from a walk to a run.

Adelmo entered the barn, his huge form dwarfing Bedrich.  He solemnly stared at Mixon as his inner blue lights pulsed slowly.

“We muuUSST operate.”

Bedrich was silent.  Adelmo seemed eager to begin, but the damage that the stranger had suffered seemed irreparable.   Adelmo gathered Mixon’s body which were merely remains of the man that had piloted the plane just an hour before.  Bedrich followed as the stranger was carried out of the barn and to Adelmo’s personal workshop.  Bedrich hesitated at the door, he was never permitted into the workshop nor was anyone in New Peruvia.

“Come.  Come InNN-.”

Bedrich sighed and stepped through the doorway.  It was almost as if he was stepping into a building on another planet.  Unidentifiable technology filled the shed.  Some of it working with mild beeps and bloops, some of it obviously in disrepair and some that looked like it had never worked.  Bedrich recognized some of the parts he was told to lug from the scrap heaps of Midnight City.

Mixon was spread out on a dirty operating table.  Upon the floor were hundreds of empty mayonnaise packets.

“What are you going to do?  He said something to me.  He said something about JJ or some shit.  Do you know who that is?”  Bedrich pressed for answers from Adelmo with a quiet anxiety growing in his stomach.

Upon hearing the name Adelmo swung around to face Bedrich, a bright red light flared underneath Adelmo’s skin and he swore he heard mechanical engines spin up and activate.

“J JAYYyyy.  Yes.”

Bedrich told Adelmo what he saw and what had happened to the statue.  Adelmo listened, absorbing the information.  Adelmo moved and spoke a bit differently having heard Bedrich’s tale.

“Bedrich, we must rebUUILD this man.  TheRE might not beEE enough tiMEE.”

Bedrich pondered Adelmo’s meaning but felt the hair on the back of his neck rise when Adelmo spoke.  Something bad was about to happen.

Work began immediately.

Adelmo moved at an inhuman speed further cementing the fact to Bedrich he was not human.  Adelmo activated a small grey cube that emitted a shimmery silver cloth that was liquid to the touch over Mixons body.  The cloth seemed to serve several different purposes, stopping bleeding, powering other bits of equipment that was plugged into Mixon’s flesh.  Adelmo told Bedrich it was something called nanomachines but that word held no meaning to Bedrich.  Mixon moved in and out of consciousness waking but not in a conscious state.  Adelmo started with the missing leg replacing it with parts that had seemingly already been pre-made.  It had been pre-made.  Bedrich had too many questions to ask as he watched this machine work on the broken man before him.  Now he realized what it was Adelmo had been doing all this time in this shack.  But why was he building these parts was too much for Bedrich to process.  It was as if he was prepared for this.

Two hours went by and Adelmo showed no signs of slowing.  The speed at which Adelmo moved almost seemed more like an attack than an operation. Most of Mixon’s body had been completely replaced.  There were a few times where Adelmo had pulled parts of himself off to use on Mixon and times where Adelmo discarded parts of Mixon himself.  What was a broken mass of flesh, now resembled tightly wound bundles of wire hidden completely underneath armored plates soaked with blood.  It was obvious to see he was assembled in a shed but some of the parts attached were almost other worldly in their design.  Some of the technology being used on Mixon was not of Adelmo’s tinkering.  Most of Mixons organs were replaced by mechanical counter parts.  The shimmery nanocloth helped serve to sustain organ function while his organs were either removed completely or heavily modified.  His entire muscle structure replaced, nerve system replaced, all that seemed recognizable anymore to Bedrich was Mixon’s face.

Adelmo paused as if complete.  A huge gaping hole where Mixons stomach had been was all that remained.  Adelmo disappeared behind a curtain and was heard shuffling through a room.  The sound of large pneumatic machinery unlocking was heard and Adelmo emerged holding a box that Bedrich could not take his eyes off of.  Adelmo set the box on the table next to Bedrich.  The boxes construction looked different than anything else Bedrich had seen in Adelmo’s work shop.  On the front of it was a logo, a single piece of pizza with two silver J’s in the middle.

“JJ? Hey what is that?”

Adelmo turned to Bedrich and began to explain.

“It is what Weee callledd A marinaRRRRa coreE.  It is noT fully functional and quite damAGEDD.  It hoWWever will be enoUGH to power him.”

Marinara core.  Bedrich watched Adelmo open the box.  A bright blazing red ball of plasma burned with three extraneous rings that spun around it unattached.  Two of the rings were blackened and burnt, at the same spot in their path of levitation around the center they would stutter and the core would dim slightly.

Adelmo set the mystifying device into the cavity in Mixon’s stomach.  Various lights illuminated along Mixons lifeless body and as the core approached.  There was an almost silent static build of sound that grew beyond the capacity of the human ear to hear.

Bedrich approached Mixon’s table wide eyed.  Adelmo stood back and was silently observing his work while his machine mind read informational statistics from over 1337 diagnostic points.  Mixon showed little movement besides a few facial twitches.  His jaw now replaced by a titanium alloy opened and closed.  Bedrich noticed Mixon’s skin started to regenerate and seemingly heal over the metal.  The loose knit wires that seemed to hang out of every area of Mixon’s body slowly started to bind tighter and pull his body into a singular form.  What seemed before as a piecemeal man started to resemble a unified whole.

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Bedrich, who had watched the entire procedure with fascination got to his feet.

“BeddRich, our work izzzZ almOOSst complEEEEEEte. Inn the oooTTTher room is sOommmething in a Boxxx.  Will Youu BRINnngg that boxXX in here?”

Bedrich walked across the room and to the door Adelmo had pointed to.  Entering the room he saw the box.  It was glowing a sort of blue neon shine that seemed to shimmer as he approached.  He saw again the two silver J’s logo on the box.  Totally captivated by the box and what could be inside he touched it.  A three note melody chimed as the box began to unlock what sounded like complex security features.  As he moved closer he saw what had to be the control panel that would open the device.  As he reached for it he heard the faint sound of what sounded like a smaller version of Mixon’s jet.  As the sound grew louder he looked back through the doorway to Adelmo.

He opened his mouth to call to Adelmo, “Hey do you hear tha-

BOOM

A sudden thrash of energy tore through the shed ripping the shed in half and exposing the operation table.  The people of New Peruvia ran screaming as they heard the explosion and saw a figure floating in the sky.  Bedrich was thrown across the room into a pile of hard junk.  Adelmo started glowing red again as he gazed up in the sky.

Mixon lay exposed on the table.  His consciousness undeterminable.  Above him a figure descended.

“Well Mixybaby!” the man shouted from above.  ”You look a little DELAYED from your flight.”

It was JJ.  Or what looked like JJ.  A man equipped with heavy augmentations floated effortlessly in the sky above the two men and Mixon’s inert body.  He was dressed in jeans and a well fitting T shirt that read “Midnight City Pizza” with a red and black tie flapping in the wind from the propulsion of his jetpack.  His skin was riddled with augmented muscles and his arms were completely technologically messes of wires and matte finished metals.  On his forehead was a black number 7 emblazoned upon his skin and he carried what looked like a pizza delivery bag that was full.  His eyes glowed as he spoke.  Seemingly upset that his puns didn’t have the same affect on Mixon as they did before he tried again to rouse the unconscious Mixon.

“Whats the matter with him?  I have heard of cat’s getting your tongues but do they get ears now too?”

The horrid dialogue made Bedrich groan and he was moved to speak.

“Who the fuck are you?”

The JJ7 whirred around to face Bedrich.

“Well me?  I am just here to deliver some pizza.  I thought Mixon could use a slice since he had kind of a rough landing into that statue of me.  But now I see he has been laid up in your junk hospital so he won’t be needing any.  Perhaps your llamas want a slice?”

Bedrich’s rage grew exponentially, he stood up and looked at Mixon, still inert.  Adelmo was silently watching the stranger in the sky.

“And you, what are you doing here?  Did you help our little friend here?  Why would you do a thing like that?”  The floating man was speaking to Adelmo who was standing stoically regarding the man in the sky.

“Just what the fuck is going on here?  Who the fuck ARE you?” Bedrich roared through clenched teeth.

The stranger turned again towards Bedich.  This time visibly agitated as well.

“Whatever, I gotta get back to the store so, here you guys go, no tip required.”

The man raised his pizza bag as if to show it off to Bedrich and then threw it at the Alpaca barn.  The bag landed on the roof.

“Extra cheese bitches!”

The bag sat for a second on the roof before unleashing a devastating blast that took out the entire barn.  The Alpaca in the barn were emulsified in the blast from the stranger’s cluster pizza bomb.  Timber and parts of the animals rained from the sky.  The explosion sent pizza slices across the camp and began a chain reaction of destruction that crippled New Peruvia.  Many people were instantly snuffed out by the belch of firey death.  The citizens that were maimed or somehow spared ran to escape a frightful burning death.  The initial explosion blinded Bedrich and sent him flying again into another pile of garbage.  Debris from the devastation sprayed across Mixon’s face who still lay unconscious.  Adelmo was lost beneath the wreckage of his shed.

The man resembling JJ lowered to the ground and approached Mixon.

Bedrich, blind, reached for anything he could find.  His hands came to rest on a chunk of piping and he clenched it tightly in his bloody hands.  He could hear the cries in his head of his Alpacas as he realized they were all dead.  He fueled his hatred to his muscles and raised his weapon.  He heard the stranger step towards Mixon crunching some glass underfoot.  Leaping forward he summoned a rage from the very bottom of his stomach and screamed so violently his vocal chords ripped in his throat.

Without looking the augmented man caught Bedriches arm in the air and savagely ripped it from his body effortlessly.  Bedrich fell to the ground screaming, with his one arm catching himself sparing a face full of debris.  A hoarse noise left his lips while he coughed up his vocal chords and spat them on the earth.  The man with the 7 on his forehead turned to look at him with eyebrows raised.

“Good god, you need to be put down dude.”

Raising the bloodied arm that was still clutching the pipe, the man bludgeoned Bedrich with it.  A cruel strike, knocked Bedrich back and he lay limp as some teeth were mooshed down his throat.  Tossing the arm behind his back the man approached Mixon again.

“Ha it really is you isn’t it?  The boss couldn’t finish you off with the plane huh?  You must be a tough bastard.  Look what they did to you!  To think your augmentations could scratch the power of the 12 JJ replicants.”

The replicant, taken by curiosity looked further as something caught his eye.  Wide eyed he stumbled backwards in disbelief.

“Uhh.. a marinara core?  B-but how? No matter..”

The JJ7 reached his hand towards the marinara core that was exposed in Mixon’s chest.  His eyes were wide with fear but his logic told him to pull it out and crush it.  This was the same device that powered himself and the other JJ replicants.  He wasn’t sure how it had ended up here in this man he was sent to destroy, or how it even existed as he and the other replicants were the only intended receivers of such devices.  He had to tell his brothers.  He had to-

A rumbling underneath the rubble was barely audible before it erupted into a flash explosion of flying dust and machinery.  From below the trash and refuse Adelmo appeared.  He had blasted the fallen concrete and steel pillars that had buried him and stood before the replicant, jaw agape and pulsating a dark crimson light.  The look was that of an unearthed devil, its hungry mouth ready to swallow the very soul of the JJ7 if he infact had one.  Adelmo held forward some kind of device in his hand with a trigger.  The look on his usually expressionless face was that of a child torturing an animal, some kind of sick, self satisfied smile hung on it, only to be broken by the single word he spoke as he pulled the trigger.

“BerrRRZZZERKerrrRRRR.”

A huge shockwave of energy blasted them all back as it erupted from the marinara core within Mixon.  The core, having seemingly been activated, spun up with a sudden jolt of unparalleled energy as its rotating parts spun to a speed that resembled a secondary blue orb with the red within.  Mixon’s mouth opened and unleashed an unearthly scream mixed with pain, terror, and hate.  It shook anyone alive left to hear it.  The body of Mixon leaped up and stood on its haunches and resembled that of an animal in some primitive and deep brained instinct ready to pounce.  Mixons head flopped lazily from side to side and hung backwards on his shoulders.  His eyes were open and white and his mouth agape screaming the sanity destroying wail.

The body of Mixon pounced on the JJ7 raining a series of frenzied blows.  JJ7 reacted just as quick defending itself but took a few of the endless strikes and some damage.  Spinning up his own marinara core, JJ7 blasted Mixon off of himself with a concentrated marinara blast from his hands.  Mixon’s body was sent backwards through a building.  Without more than an instant to inhale Mixons body flew forward out of the destroyed building back on to JJ7 this time grabbing both of the replicants forearms in a single grip of his new mechanical hands.  The JJ7 struggled to free his arms from Mixons grip.  Mixons head swung up to meet the JJ7′s face and stopped its wail.  It’s white eyes looked into the JJ7′s.  A bloody toothed smile washed across Mixons face.  In one quick snap, he twisted his wrist breaking both the JJ7′s forearms with a satisfying and cruel snap.

JJ7 screamed in agony as he fell back into the dirt.  His arms were loose and reduced to bags of flesh and broken steel.  He pushed himself back across the dirt with his feet away from the body of Mixon who was walking toward him.

“NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

As Mixons body advanced his mouth began to move and he began to speak:

“I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brink with fright.  I am the who when you call ‘Who’s there?’.  I am the wind blowing through your hair.”

As this last line was spoken Mixon pounced again on the JJ7 and ripped at his chest.  His hands held the JJ7 mouth shut and his fingers sank painfully into its eyes.  Mixon’s body chewed away the armor and exposed the marinara core buried.  He prepared his jaw for one huge chomp opening wide as the sun flared on his enhanced steel eye teeth.

Clenching his hungry jaw on the JJ7′s marinara core, and flexed his jaw muscles.  The core resisted, then cracked.  As his teeth met the core imploded.

A few miles away the explosion could be seen as a giant red triangle reaching 100′s of feet into the sky.  The shape of the explosion resembled a huge slice of pizza.  The replicants death rattle could be heard all the way into Midnight City, where citizens looked up from their calzones, their italian fries, and their ravioli.  A fat baby with it’s face in a bowl of tortellini looked up with a dumb look of fear.  People walking in the streets looked westward in fear.  All the citizens throughout the city had no idea what had happened.  But in each of their fat guts they all felt the same thing.  Their way of life, was threatened.

Stay tuned for next episode, when we find out what happened to New Peruvia.  Mixon’s coming to, but remembers nothing of his berserk rage, finds himself alone.  Adelmo’s augmentations have equipped Mixon with guidance of where to go next.  You will be surprised at who he meets along the way.  Enemies of the old world become allies in this world, and a peculiar man with metal in his face offers Mixon some enlightenment.