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Paradigm Shift - Act 1: Paradise City

Part 7

"Nice try," Roger smiled, clicking the triggers on both of his arm yokes. He felt the reverb when Big O’s pistons pulled back, and felt his victory when they triggered.

The double blow coursed through the metal Big O held in its hands, rending that one ring finger apart piece by piece in a violent wind that stopped at the knuckle.

The hand, with this new loss of some mobility, backed off a little. Roger decided to go on the offensive.

Big O took a step forward under his direction, and then...then...his head became wracked with pain, the controls no longer more important to Roger than the action of mashing his hands to ears in an attempt to blot out the most grating, most painful, most awful noise he had ever heard in his life. It was almost a whistle, if one dared to insult whistles in such a fashion. It was nails-on-a-chalkboard painful only it was literally painful and not just annoying.

Big O grabbed at its head as well, stumbling around, perhaps in response to its pilot losing control. Or perhaps because the noise drove it mad as well. Roger barely noticed this beyond the peculiar sensation of what he would describe as his brain running out through his ears and down between his fingers. "What...what is that!"

Big O’s back smashed into a building when it stumbled too far. And then it leaned forward and kept from falling over by moving too fast and crashing headfirst into another building across the street.

The radar screen blipped onto an image of Schwarzwald from wherever he was, a dark place, shrouded by some sort of liquid as if he were floating in it and breathing through it. Roger barely heard him speak, "Do you like the music, Negotiator? Do you see how small you and your Megadeus are? I told you your machines are nothing compared to what humanity doesn’t remember. How the mighty have fallen!"

Straining through the sounds cutting into his head, Roger reached a shaky hand to one of the yokes, determined to regain control of Big O if it killed him. He tried to ignore Schwarzwald, but the scarred man’s voice was just as piercing as this faux flute.

"Try all you want, Mr. Smith, but you’ll be in my way no longer," even as he spoke the words, Schwarzwald’s attention wandered and he looked to the side, something getting his attention. "Oh no you don’t, Kikaider!"

His image blipped off. Out of the corner of his eye, Roger could see that kid, Kikaider, jumping up the robotic hand leap by leap, reaching the rooftop he was headed for...the roof that Beck, of all people, stood on as he played a flute.

The hand turned sharply and headed towards that building even as Kikaider jumped off of it for the final time, intent on cutting him off.

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"Stop it," Jiro shouted.

Amused, Beck backed up a little and kept playing, but Jiro didn’t give up. He readied himself to rush at Beck, break the flute, and then break his neck, not necessarily in that order.

And the robot hand smashed down onto the roof in front of him, the remaining fingers already turning it towards Jiro.

His voice ringing out through an unseen speaker, Schwarzwald yelled, "Remember me, Kikaider?"

The flute stopped. Beck, now more concerned with not getting squashed, was backing off.

But on the street, Big O was righting itself.

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