NOTE: This chapter has been revised again as of 17/05/2013.

Also, this project began way back in 2005 when I was young and just getting into fanfiction for the first time.

Now what am I doing here? I should be working on my YGO fanfic. But yeah. This story's been up on MediaMiner and it seems that some people liked the story ... but anyway, listen up! This plotbunny formed in my mind when I recently read a bit of a Chobits manga book. Bear in mind that I have a VERY VAGUE knowledge on how the Chobits world works (because I am quite new to it - so if I do something wrong, I'm very, very sorry -bows-) and I have no clue whatsoever about computers so forgive if I used the computer terms wrong. Also that I've just used elements of Chobits with this story so the persocoms here not just look like humans but animals as well (as you will find out).

This is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. I haven't had much of the story formed yet … the prologue is done for now. I like the storyline of this a lot – but I'm not sure if you do. Please tell me what you think of this story, k?

I really hope you like it! -

m001: FULLMETAL

- Prologue-

(Revised 17/05/13)

The model was nearly complete. Gilleroy Creator stepped back from the workbench, examining his latest invention. Scratching his bearded chin, he looked over to his persocom, Lyrary, to check the progress. Downloading programmes … progress complete. Adding new features … downloading complete. He pulled out a connection cord that was attached to a supercomputer at one side of the wall of the lab and inserted it into the port of his invention, nodding in satisfaction when he heard a faint click as the systems began running for system identification. Creator shot a glance at his computer screen, clicking on programmes with a wireless mouse, nodding briefly as each process was complete. Finally after minutes of linking wires and uploading information, he pulled out the cords, wiping his brow as he triumphantly looked down at his finally completed persocom.

"Master," the female persocom by his side stepped up to him and spoke in an urgent tone. "The home security systems have been shut down again."

"I see," Creator murmured in response as he continued to survey his invention before him. "That's the third time it's happened. It seems m001's system is so powerful that he is able to break my own security systems without knowing it. Impressive."

"I will turn them back on for you," announced Lyrary and she began just doing that while Creator reached out to touch the new persocom's blonde hair which was soft to the touch. He suddenly spoke, more to himself than the preoccupied Lyrary beside him: "After all these months, he's finally done. The most human-like persocom in the world. I've taken extra precautions to install my most advanced eternity code in him so that no one else, not even himself, can decipher it. I had to revise many different persocom systems just to make the perfect one for him..."

Creator paused, a slight feeling of fear hitting him at the thought of m001 becoming discovered, at the thought of other people discovering m001's underlying abilities. No, he mustn't be discovered by anyone at all. This persocom was created for one purpose and one purpose only. The idea of the m00Numbers Project had been engrained in his mind for years now. He had made a pact with his work partner to create the most perfect persocoms the world has ever seen. They had decided to take one step further in their plan not just by enhancing the persocoms' abilities but to make them as human-like as possible.

Very few people knew that Creator could invent persocoms. He was much more well-known as an inventor of Security programmes involving encryption codes and the like. So reliable were his technologies that the Military had made use of his programmes. With money rolling in, he was well-funded yet Creator was a very private person, lived in a small, isolated house with a large underground laboratory. Despite the isolation from society, he never realised that he had enemies lurking about.

OoOoO

In a dark alleyway a few miles from the East City centre, a bespectacled man handed a suitcase full of money to the arms of a dark clothed figure.

"You know what you have to do?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent," the spectacled man's lips twisted into a smile. "Once you eliminate Creator, you must bring his personal persocom to me. His own invention. Make sure you take any of his documents and projects and kill anyone else in that house."

"Consider it done," grinned the assassin evilly.

OoOoO

m001 was ready to be switched on. Creator had already sent an email to his work partner about m001's completion. Clearing his work desk, Creator pulled out a connection cord from Lyrary's ear port, inserting it into the port under m001's boot and requested for a system switch on. Lyrary nodded as she began to carefully turn on the new persocom's CPU, initiating programmes and software, also providing the key password, linked to m001's eternity code, which would access the persocom's full abilities.

The process took nearly ten minutes. Creator did not move from his seat throughout the session, his eyes fixed on his female persocom. At some point during the process, the house lights flickered, throwing the laboratory into brightness and darkness. Lyrary suddenly paused and looked at her user.

"Master, the home security systems are–"

"Please continue. We'll deal with that later," Creator waved his hand impatiently and the female persocom resumed. Finally, after another few more minutes, m001 began to stir and his eyelids roused and opened, revealing bright golden eyes that matched his hair. Slowly sitting up, his eyes focused on his creator's form and the attractive female persocom beside him.

A satisfied Creator turned to his female persocom. "What do you think, Lyrary?"

Lyrary's eyes travelled up and down the new persocom. "Now that I can see him up close... he looks like–"

"Yes, indeed," hummed the man before m001 spoke in an emotionless voice: "User C logged in … m001 start up."

"Oh!" Lyrary said, surprised. "He's still–"

"I know," Creator said, unplugging the connection cord and stepping back. "Still robot-like. Just like the very first persocom system. Fortunately, I've built him in such a way that he is able to develop on his own. So it will take some time for him to advance into a more human-like mode. m001? User C requests you to stand up."

The new persocom blinked, and hopped off the table, standing straight, "Request accepted. Any more requirements from User C?"

"Yes. User C requests for you do to a systems scanning check."

m001 nodded. "Scanning programme files … loading … complete. All systems working fine."

"That was fast," commented Lyrary.

"Yes. m001 is designed for faster processing speed and therefore faster scans. He's literally quite a creation in the persocom sense."

"What should he do now?" the female persocom asked.

Creator scratched his chin. "Well... perhaps we shall give him simple tasks to get him started, shall we? m001, please clean up this lab in five minutes while Lyrary and I go upstairs for a cup of tea. Afterwards, you must log out, set up the key password but don't shut down."

"Requests accepted," despite the monotonous voice, m001 started to clear up the table with movements gracefully smooth, just like a real human being.

Creator and Lyrary made their way upstairs towards the kitchen. Lyrary looked at her master, "sir, what will you do with m001 after this?"

The inventor sighed, smoothing a strand of dark hair away from his persocom's face. "I'm not sure. Perhaps I should ship him over to Xenotime. Whatever the decision, it is unwise to shut him down because it takes forever to unlock all his passwords again, especially that eternity code. So even if someone else tries to log in under another username, m001 won't operate properly."

He looked sadly at Lyrary. "Since I used you to log in, I need to delete all the files saved about his existence. Could you do that for me, Lyrary? You need to reboot again afterwards and some of your files, including your memory, in the process of heavy deletions will be lost."

Lyrary just smiled, "don't worry, master. I will be fine. I shall perform the actions right away."

The inventor smiled, smoothing the persocom's dark hair tenderly, "that's why I love you, Lyrary."

OoOoO

The streets were deathly quiet by the time midnight struck. It was then when the assassin finally made his move. He found himself extremely fortunate when he discovered that all of Creator's security systems had already been shut down. Astounded at such good luck, he sneaked into the house to find Creator actually nodding off on the table, seemingly waiting for his personal persocom to complete whatever she was doing. The female persocom was sitting very still in her chair, her eyes closed and there was a low whirring sound coming from her systems, telling the assassin that she must be performing some sort of action. Smirking again, the assassin crept up behind the dozing Creator and pressed something cool and metallic onto the back of his head.

"Surprise," murmured the assassin and before the inventor could move, he pulled the trigger.

A loud bang echoed loudly around the room, shattering the inventor's skull. Blood spurted everywhere, over the gun and over the dark gloves the man was wearing. The dead man slumped onto the floor and the surge of red liquid stained the marbled tiles. The assassin smirked, pocketing his gun and averted his eyes to the remaining occupant.

The persocom finally stopped whirring before her eyes opened blankly, "File deletion complete … start rebooting …" and her eyes shut again and she remained still. The assassin took the opportunity to reach into his coat to bring out his own persocom notebook – a small robot mouse. He inserted the small computer into the persocom's ear port, letting his notebook connect itself to Lyrary's systems, requesting a hack log-in.

Once actions were done, Lyrary opened her eyes – revealing blank optics suggesting she was in command mode.

"Request for opening Gilleroy Creator's persocom files. Search for locations of any projects, folders or records."

"Search initiated," she spoke blankly. "Search complete … all records found in Creator's laboratory, located downstairs."

"Excellent," purred the man, "now come with me."

They descended the steps and the assassin was lead into the large laboratory. The place was very neat as if it had been recently cleaned. As he looked around, the assassin nearly jumped when he spotted a figure leaning back against an office chair near the supercomputer. A boy with long blonde hair that cascaded down one shoulder, dressed in dark clothes and heavy boots. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be fast asleep. The sight of the breathing body seemed to be the only sign of life.

The assassin pulled out his gun, preparing to fire. Approaching the boy cautiously, he became puzzled when the boy did not react to his footsteps or his movements. He aimed the gun at the boy's head, preparing to shoot but on the last second, decided against it. No, he was going to blow up the estate anyway. Let the explosion kill him. Bullets these days were hard to come by.

As quietly as he could, the assassin copied all file projects from Creator's supercomputer with a portable flash disk. Afterwards, he requested another search for anymore projects from Lyrary and found no more. Smirking and casting one last glance at the unconscious boy by the computer, he and Lyrary made their way back upstairs.

The assassin had left a small bomb by Creator's body. He then left the house with his deliveries, stealing into a nearby getaway car and driving off towards his client's company.

It was not until two miles away that the assassin pressed the detonator button.

OoOoO

South City inner suburbs had a lot of black markets.

They sold almost anything. Persocoms, video games, DVDs, hard disks, the latest software (stolen of course), all the technology items you can think of. Of course, deals like these, however cheap, weren't so good quality.

One such black market group received a new model one morning. It was delivered into their base in a tightly sealed box. As the order rolled in through the doors, the employees raised their eyebrows curiously at the arrival of their latest product.

"Where you get it this time?"

"Found it," replied one of the deliverers. "You know Gilleroy Creator's place where that gas leak blew it up? Yeah, since it's now a pile of trash and everything, some of us found this persocom still working – think it's one of his inventions, didn't know the guy could make persocoms. But anyway, it's not in bad shape – Don' look like the normal sexy chick or anything – but it'll fetch a good price."

The lid of the box was pried open. The deliverer lifted the persocom out of the box and laid it on the floor, stepping back to let his colleagues study it.

'It' looked like a short teenaged boy. Covered in soot and ash, clothes torn and tattered, its long blonde hair messy and tousled, it could have looked like a real human being if it weren't for the metal arm and leg showing out of the torn artificial skin coat. Its eyes were shut and it was somehow breathing.

"Hell …" muttered one of the black market employees. "He looks so real …"

"Tell me about it," snorted the deliverer. "He seems to be switched on … but he can only work if you provide the correct username to log in."

"Well why haven't you?"

"Because, stupid," snapped the man, "he's malfunctioned. There seemed to be some error in him that won't let any log-ins. That explosion musta screwed him up."

"How are we going to sell him then if he doesn't work?"

"Oh no, he works alright …" the man replied. "We'll make him work. We just need Chrono to try to hack into him, log in and make a few adjustments to his systems."

"Yeah … we need to name him as well. I don't think you brought the nametags to this one, have you?"

The man shook his head. "The place where we found him was pretty busted … so no, we don't know his model name."

"So make one up already!"

The man looked at the persocom for a while, thinking deeply while scratching his chin. His eyes settled on the shiny dull metal limbs. His lips stretched into a smile.

"Fullmetal. We'll call this model, Fullmetal."

(end chapter)

Oooh… and what have we got here? Ed's a persocom? Tsk, tsk. It's just a matter of time until we meet the one he's destined for. I could tell you that in the next chapter, our Roy's in it and he's about to do a little shopping … ;)

So … what do you think? Good? Bad? (I know I'm bad at the computer terminology thing -cringes-) Review?