Chapter One: A Sensual Awakening
Author's note: This is my first submission. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Japanese anime, it is very different from American cartoons. Japanese anime is much more explicit, graphic in nature, and sometimes very dark in its expression of story and plot. Ergo Proxy is my personal favorite anime; for those who are interested I highly recommend investing sometime in the series.
The whole premise of Ergo Proxy revolves around a barren Earth after a series of environmental disasters. The human race has retreated to the relative safety of space, awaiting a time when the Earth will heal itself and support life once more. In its place, the humans have left a species of genetic humanoid called Proxy; virtual super beings to protect and advance what is left of human society within protective domed city-states. These proxies are the creators of these domes, the demigod stewards of human society within tailored protective surroundings. The series is centered on two beings in the city-state of Romdo, one of the few remaining protective "utopia" against the ravages of a barren and poisonous Earth:
Re-l Mayor (spelled as Real Mayor {ree-al mea-yohr} in the English version and {ree-ru mei-yohr} in its original Japanese) is the grand-daughter of the current Regent or top political officer and leader of Romdo. She is an agent of Romdo's Intelligence Bureau, tasked with maintaining the fragile peace and contentment of the city-state's citizenry.
Vincent Law is a refugee from Mosk, another city-state destroyed in a war between Romdo. Vincent is a low-level repair technician for Autoreiv, robotic servants and companions for the citizens of Romdo. Vincent is determined to become a citizen of this "utopia"; bent on doing nearly anything to obtain his goals. He suffers from acute amnesia with little or no memories of his past or home and he is completely smitten by Re-l. Re-l in turn treats Vincent like a pile of dog refuse she has had the misfortune of stepping in.
In secret Vincent Law is Ergo Proxy, the creator of Romdo city and its erstwhile protector. Ergo Proxy hides his true form within a humanoid shell, in hopes of living out his existence in relative obscurity. Ergo has purposely washed any memory of his true self in hopes of escaping his destiny and a time known as the "Awakening". The awakening is a fail-safe mechanism built into every proxy, a design to seek out and destroy other proxy like himself. This destructive nature comes as the Earth begins to support life once more, prompting the rest of humanity to return and begin anew. The proxy are only meant to be the stewards, not the kings in this new world order. Each and every proxy must be destroyed before the human race can regain its place on Earth. Its prime creation, the alpha and omega of protection, is Ergo Proxy: the bringer of death. Only he contains the key to mankind's continuance or its eventual destruction.
This story is my own creation. I incorporate scenes and plot from the original anime and twist it to transform my own vision of what really would happen between these two people. Most of the scenes include graphic sexual and violent references from the depths of my own demented imagination. For those of you who have seen the anime, you know the Re-l character is smoking hot and any man with a pulse would want to tap that ass. This narrative allows me to explore such avenues of depravity and fantasy to fulfill what obviously must be missing from the original show. I also intend to conclude what happens to the characters after the show ended. My hope is that you will enjoy and value my own twisted view of fiction, and appreciate the abundant imagination that comes from the fragile mind of a man who maintains a minimal sense of normality due in no small part to the American pharmaceutical industry. In short, enjoy the story and do not dwell on the fact that it comes from a self-described crazy person.
***With this knowledge let the perversion begin***
Re-l Mayor walked through dimly lit hall of the Autoreiv Repair and Reclamation facility located in the heart of the immigrant district. If it were not for the important work these immigrants performed for the ordinary citizenry, she would gladly see these buildings (and its inhabitants) demolished. These aging buildings and structures were a perpetual eye-sore in Romdo. A freckle, a hideous blemish on the otherwise flawless ivory skin that was Romdo. God! How she hated immigrants! They were so weak and contrite in their demeanor. Everywhere she went she was greeted by tops of heads and abject bows, a constant reminder of her status as citizen. Never had one of these sniveling excuse for humans had the spine to look her directly in the eye; not once had she had the pleasure of meeting a single immigrant who would look squarely upon her countenance and judge her for herself and her beauty, and not as a citizen or an agent of the Intelligence Bureau.
Even now she had the director this facility falling over himself in profuse politeness and sickening humility before her person. This tiny wisp of a man was doing everything in his power to praise and compliment her very existence while apologizing for his own. If only one of these immigrants would exhibit an ounce of spinal column, she might gain something resembling respect for these bumbling fools.
"As you can see your Highness, we are the epitome of productivity and efficiency in this district, dare I say in all of Romdo," continued the facility director.
This poor excuse for the Y chromosome continued his hyperbolic rhetoric for ten more minutes, touting the worth of his facility to the state while maintaining a demeanor of servitude in her presence. A man expounding and bragging the worth of his workers, while denying his own. The irony would be humorous if it were not completely true. This man was not even hypocritical in his speech. He actually believed his worthlessness at the same time expressing HIS facilities' accomplishments. Even the callous undertone of contempt and hatred would be welcome to her at this point. But no. The mindless drone of hyperbole continued unabated.
She was getting dangerously close to telling this annoying speck of a man to fuck off when she saw HIM. A man was in the facility cafeteria busily picking at a cooling bowl of soup. He was an average looking man in appearance. The orange jump-suit of an Autoreiv technician did nothing to accentuate his physical character. He was just over 6' tall and could not be more than 150 lbs. soaking wet. His jet-black hair slicked down over his eyes, with a god-awful tuft of hair sticking straight up over the crown of his head in a rooster tail. Just another immigrant, just another mindless drone of a worm with no spine she imagined. She would have continued in this line of thought if he had not chosen that moment to focus his eyes on her. As he lifted his head to address his Autoreiv, their eyes met.
For the briefest of moments the world around her faded into the blackness of oblivion, her full attention bearing down upon those eyes. A pair of emerald green eyes with just a touch of gray stared back at her with all the intensity of a focused plasma cutter. In those eyes she felt herself melting into an emerald stare of such animalistic fury she was finding it difficult in maintaining her equilibrium. As she continued to be lost within those eyes, she noticed a brief glimpse of sadness hidden amongst all the raw emotional magnetism. It was as if a dark cloud passed briefly in front of the sun; darkening, if only for a moment, this perfect emerald pool of clarity. In this moment, this briefest of glimpses, her soul ached to relieve this darkness from his visage. And then the moment passed and it was gone.
