The Undying Mecha Emperor Chapter 2 Experimental Mecha Core

It was unquestionably a human skeleton.

Ti had left its corrosive mark on it and it was almost unrecognizable. But I could still see the skull, pieces of the spine and the pelvic bone.

I grimaced slightly, and started to feel rather nauseous.

I was no stranger to death. You couldn't grow up on the streets and not see death at so point. But I was totally unprepared to et with the remains of a human being so up close and personal. You see, whatever could be said of at that ti, one thing was for sure.

I was young. Very young.

I don't know my age exactly, (I think almost everyone living on the streets are the sa, who cares about birthdays?) but I was definitely no older than ten.

By ten, you were either independent and streetsmart, or you're dead.

I was the forr. Very much so, if I may boast a little.

Anyway, I digress.

I fought down my nausea and bravely searched the trunk for other valuable stuff.

Jackpot!

A satchel!

Could this day get any better? I rember thinking of that ecstatically. I grabbed it and quickly closed the hatch of the compartnt once more. I put the cha core in my pants where it would be safe, and hugged the satchel as I left the pile of junk to look for a safe place to check out my treasure.

I peeked out of the pile of junk and checked the surroundings. I was scrounging very early in the morning when I knew that there would be very few people around. But I was a cautious boy. Because well, cautious boys stay alive, and careless boys die.

Finding that the coast is clear, I ran down a path that was surrounded by piles and piles of junk that seed to stretch out infinitely into the horizon. It was one of many paths that criss-crossed the junkyard. So lead to deadends, so lead to exits and entrances, and so lead to the worst places in the junkyards - gang hideouts.

I picked the one I knew that would lead to an exit near my 'ho' and ran as fast as I could. It would be really bad if a gang mber caught running with a treasure such as the satchel I was holding on to.

After a heart-poundingly scary few minutes, I finally made it out of the junkyard interior. I slipped past the main (broken) gates of the junkyard and darted into a small pathway leading into a small forest just outside the junkyard.

After a minute or two of scampering about, I reached the place I humbly call ho.

It was a double engined helicopter wreckage. It was a monster helicopter when it was operational, and it was a spacious ho now that it was a wreckage.

Pathetic as it may sound, living in such a large wreckage was actually a luxury among junkyard scrappers. I was extrely fortunate to have found this large helicopter wreckage. It had everything I needed, which was a roof, and the occasional electricity if I managed to scavenge or rob a power source.

Yes, yes. I do rob other junkyard scrappers. I didn't have to, but I did. I am not a kind person. So there. If you don't like it, you can... go eat candy.

I breathed a sigh of relief once I entered my ho. I never had a visitor ever since I moved in two years ago, and I wasn't expecting to have one anyti soon.

I quickly sat down on what used to be a cockpit and took a deep breath.

Save the best for last, I told myself.

I nodded sagely and forced myself to open the satchel first.

The cha core can wait.

It won't go anywhere. I told myself.

I snapped the latch on the satchel open and lifted its cover. My eyes grew wide in wonder as I beheld the treasures within.

J.A.C.K.P.O.T.

A handheld communicator of so sort greeted my eyes which were shining in excitent. I would definitely be able to get it up and running again. It just needed an electrical boost.

Aside from the handheld communicator, there was also a half-rotted folder filled with rectangular pieces of parchnts. The ink on the parchnts have long faded away and they were worthless.

And then there was the final item. A necklace with a tal plate. I gingerly took it out of the satchel and ran my fingers on the engraving.

Dr. Andrew Kennedy

cha Engineering

Central Division

The skeleton in the storage compartnt of the automobile was a cha Engineer! He must have been murdered and his body dumped there before the automobile was disposed of.

I placed the necklace back into the satchel, and hid the satchel in a secret compartnt I found in the helicopter. After that, I took out the grand prize that I've been waiting so eagerly to study.

The cha core.

If I sohow manage to play this right, this would be the key to a qualitative change in my life. My ticket to a better future.

I wiped the cha core clean with a piece of cloth and studied it very carefully.

It was blood red in colour, and semi translucent.

I frowned deeply. I had never seen or heard of a cha core that was blood red in colour.

A cha core is a practical application of a massive technological breakthrough in energy manipulation early in the 22nd century. Surprisingly it was a scientist from a third world country who made the breakthrough, discovering a compound elent and a unique thod which allows for a controlled nuclear fission triggered by electricity to happen.

It was a massive turning point for humanity as energy beca a non issue within one short decade. With unlimited energy at their disposal, the scientists and engineers of the world made breakthroughs in almost every field of study and application.

However, it was the undisputed number one power of the world, The United States of All Aricas (USAA) which weaponized the technology.

They developed the technology further, finally culminating into palm sized energy capsules that produced enough energy to power massive robots that packed a ton of firepower.

The second ranked power of the world, The European Empire, soon followed suit. Within a decade, the other powers of the world had developed their own oversized robots powered by similar applications of the technology.

The age of chas had begun.

Almost every cha core was electric blue. The rare and more powerful ones were white. The rarest of them all were golden.

There was no such thing as a red cha core.

I gently caressed the cha core with my fingers as I contemplated the issue. That it was a cha core, was undeniable. The runes etched on it were definitely the ones in almost every single cha core I had seen in the docuntaries.

However, it was also undeniable that red cha cores were non-existent. How could they exist? Only three compound elents were found to be suitable to be used in chas, and they were blue, white and golden in colour. Could this be a fourth elent? But why was it in the junkyard in the body of a murdered scientist?

Wait... Could this be an experintal cha core that failed?

"OUCH!" I yelled out in shock. A sharp pain coming from my fingers jolted out of my reverie.

I looked at my thumb in great surprise as it began to bleed profusely. I quickly sucked on it to stop the bleeding.

But before I could do anything else, the cha core in my hands cracked, and then exploded.

I stared at it in horror as it transford into a wave of red energy and pierced into my tummy. An overwhelming deluge of pain assailed my senses, and I passed out.