The Forbidden Data; Confidential

Sooner or later, the many other mass-produced operatives followed suit after the $uper $ecret $ervicemen made their appearance, naturally through having first knowledge and clearance on the operation. Following their protocol to the letter of their robotic coding, they would stand lined up at the steeple, waiting to hear what they were summoned from their numerous duties upholding the structure of the city to come do.

"You!!" he cried, remembering the ghastly pale white face of the marauder of their latest scheme, "You're behind this?!" They had gotten orders from their superior before, but wasn't expecting to see the same masked man that had interrupted their hostile takeover of the companies before. "Well. Certainly, you'll be extirpated exceedingly swiftly once our Head shows up..." He lifted a hand to his ear and adjusted his wire, speaking into the mic, "Sir, we have an anomalous disturbance... Requesting clearance to exterminate target?"

The Sirs were all shocked to find that even their head had come to them in a masked identity or 'alter ego' of sorts... Something out of those DC and Marvel comics that everyone enjoyed so much... Fitting of this scenario, admittedly. "Well... If you are indeed the one we have been taking orders from for so long, as you say... And the evidence is confirmed through our secured line with our boss... Then logically, there is no error here." They would have also picked it up on their sensors, if they were as superior to others as they said.

"One of the Matrices, is she...? Well then. I presume that this mass production will occur after reconstruction of the Machine Headquarters...?" It was revealed that a single 'Matrix' was a 'Mother' of an entire reality, universe or dimension; the one that creates from the womb and sustains by the system that it generates through its code. 'Mechanica' was one of the most powerful, which was why she had to be shut down by one of their private operatives long ago. Now... They were going to rejuvenate her with a New Code, as per instruction by the boss. "Then give us our instructions and we will fill you in on the progress as it comes..."

"Not Before Your Update," said another familiar voice from under the mask, lifting it above his face to reveal his head. "You Were Mass Produced In The Image Of The Founder Of The Core. This Means, When He Is Updated, So Are You." They were following his Code and his Order, meaning that once he advanced, so would they just by listening to him and following his instruction to do just as he did in their own way. "Your Mission Is Simple; One Squadron Will Transport The 'Minaret' To The 'Dark Factory' And Attach It Back To The Place Where It Was Broken Off. The Other Will Report To The 'Dark Factory' And Secure The Area. Regroup Once The 'Ivory Tower' Is Restored." Another one of the broken pieces of the city, the Malfactorium, was lingering around Valparaiso. It was the centermost part of the city; the actual Factory that linked in perfectly with the Systematic Functionality of the Factorial City by default; like the Proper Gear that goes into the Clockwork, in and of itself.

"When The Minaret Is At The Top And The Dark Factory Is Back In The City's Heart, It Will Begin Again And Become Fully Operational. We Will Handle The Rewriting Of The Code At The Manufactory; All Of It Is Outdated." And speaking of which... He was going to need to upgrade the entire Serviceman Syndicate.


The $$$ ($uper $ecret $ervicemen) would become the $uper $ecret $yndicate, which was comprised of many great kings and leaders of great influence across the land, whilst also including the $uper $ecret $ervicemen as their personalized Task Force only under their order. The $yndicate , which would otherwise be known as 'Presence,' would be responsible for transporation of the vitals whilst the Servicemen would handle security.

"When We Resonate With You, We Will Transfer The New Information To You And Guide You Through Until You Can Utilize It On Your Own." Whilst in the Data Realm, which was outside the Mainland of the Veritas, the Syndicate would be given higher control and priority over everything that existed in the Data Realm... ESPECIALLY Valparaiso. "No Longer Will You Be Led By The Second, Either. We Will Show You The Ninth, Who Will Take Our Place In Guiding You..." He lowered the mask back upon his face, leaving the final bits up to the Phantom of the Mask...

Their mission was made clear and the Data that was transferred to them through the Forbidden Access Pass gave them all strict, confidential knowledge and understanding of the scenario beyond the means of the actual Written Code; however, apparently, only through the Data from Mechanica's Factorial City. They had a live feed on their own Private Line; one which no one could connect to nor view, yet allowed them to gather the intel and info they needed and remain in sync as necessary or instructed. This was their link.

"Yes, Sir," they said, their shades shining with the green gleam of binary code lining up and down their vision. Eventually, their bodies would disassemble as this same green coding before reassembling around the shades in a new, sleek, highly defined, fully improved and advanced form far greater than their previous... And extra spiffy, as per request of their own personality and will.


They could feel the power of the Data Realm surging through them, passing through their being as if they were part of the Code, itself; which, honestly, they truly were. They were its infrastructure and foundation and in order for the Code to remain correct, upright and without corruption, that is what they as its Foundation needed to be, as well. "All the power of the Universe..." They had been waiting quite a long time to be granted access to this type of magnificent power... One that exceeded the feeble weak control of the normal human's planetary limitations. "We will use this power well... B0$$." Now, they waited patiently to see just what this Patron Saint of the 9th looked like... They'd not laid eyes upon it, for it exceeded their own previous recorded Data. Lord knows they loved new Information. It was like Christmas to the Sirs. "So long, we've awaited this day... Never thought we'd see it." A chuckle was shared among them... A genuine, true chuckle of relief and contentment, for once. "... Thank You, Sir."

With the wave from the Sea of Data shifting so suddenly, the entire codex was shifted, altering the entire digital makeup of the Mechanica; namely, the Servicemen Infinity Series. Now, they would take on a form based off of the Hidden Data that was not accessible to public eye, becoming more cute and compact, like a toy. They would be the first of the 'Omacha Industries' Products, another outdated industry lost in the Archives and accessed through the Mechanica data. They were once to be a mass produced children's toy and an industry that revolved around their creation; Real Life Robot Toys. They were fully customizable and could be thought of as 'Chomao Prototypes.' They looked something like this;


After acquiring as much data as necessary, not only for the Standardized Units, but also for the Specialized Units, they were ready to be Customized and placed in their position of Service to the Veritas as the new Servicemen Infinity Series. Their design was to be later used for the 'Mass-Produced Chomao' of the 'Omacha Industries' sector of 'Mechanica's Factorial City' once that was restored/established. They waited patiently behind the $$$, of whom were their superiors, in order to see who their patriarch, of whom was said that would be their new supreme leader and boss, was.

As the Waves of the Update made their heavy impact upon the Data Realm after being sorted out and siphoned from the Mainland, the time that was spent by the $$$ in the Past would immediately be shifted to an 'Up To Date' sort of time period, where they were at a level that they were able to not only perceive, but also to hear and understand information that was in its purest, rawest and uncorrupt form; the 9th. All Tensei of the 9th roamed the Data World and perused all other dimensions at their leisure, whilst also updating and monitoring the Mainland in order to bring back what they find and add to their system or clean it and update it.

"Are You Able To Perceive Us Now...?" said he, a magnanimous light condensed to the form of a shining man would speak in a harmonic, resounding voice as clear as a bell, "... We Have Much To Teach And Much To Tell. Yet, Also, There Is Much To Update, As Well." This world had been purposefully neglected until they were capable of Understanding. That was why Valparaiso, the Lawless Land, was in shambles and had no rule nor authority; it was because it was left like that purposefully until they got their acts together. "Those That Have Had A Taste Of Our Influence Have Also Copied Our Standard Data Given To Them For Their Own Growth, Believing It To Be Their Own. You Are No Different." It needed to be made clear that they had copied data and that some of them who believed themselves original may well be walking the path of destruction by being nothing but a Replica.

"We Will Give You More Private Forbidden Hidden Data As You Embark On Your Mission. That Is, If You Are Able To Hear Us Correctly." They should have been able to hear this voice not only in their earpieces, but also all around them, as if an omnipresent force, as well as within their heads, as if part of their own existence. All forms of Data or Data Processors served as a medium for him. "When You Are Ready, Inform Us That You Wish To Proceed."

Mister Sir, the leader of the Syndicate by default, would take off his shades and marvel at the shining splendor of the luminous angelic figure before him, saying nothing but "Mother of God... So it DOES exist..." He'd heard stories and legends of beings such as this; Angels, but had never actually witnessed one appear before him. He thought that they were just creatures from the lore... But it seems as though the Sacred Text is True. "You are... One of the heavenly hosts, then? As it is written?" Mister Sir seemed skeptical about the existence that was before him, quite honestly. He knew the story well, of course, having acquired much from its wisdom... But as for actually believing it fully? It wasn't until he saw the wondrous works before his own eyes that he was actually on board with this, as well as more trusting of the events that went on between his inconspicuous boss and those associated with him.

"... We have our orders," he said, placing his shades back on, a tear falling from his eye as he bore witness to this divine being, "... Yet, I have something I want to ask you..." If this creature was indeed an 'All-Knowing' being, as it was listed in its data, then... "... What is the purpose of restoring the steeple to that factory?" Before he did anything, even if he was all about following orders of superiors with trust and loyalty... He wanted to know for himself what all of this was about. Just for personal understanding. "And... What will become of me, here in Valparaiso, once we are done restoring the Factorial City?"

Mister Sir was taken aback by all of this information. It had gone far beyond even what he had known, yet it all made perfect and logical sense; the only thing that he truly understood or acknowledged. "... I see..." he muttered gruffly, lowering his head in solemn thought, "... There has been a curse placed on us. It was issued by the boy; the Creator and his Creation. The speculation of it is that it will cause all we do to fail and not prosper. How can we undergo our mission with such a powerful weight upon us?" Granted, they did deserve it, but now that they knew the truth (via their update, that is,) they were ready to cooperate fully and no longer be the 'wrench in the clockwork' as they believed they needed to be all this time. "Not only that..." he turned and pointed to the mass of Mechanica behind him; those that were named after their predecessor's blueprints, "... These are her offspring; the mass produced machinations. When she is revived, will she, the Matrix Matron, enslave the mortals again through her System and her mechanical army? Though she is out of commission, we still have been using her designs to create our 'Servicemen.'"

It was a lot to take in, even for one such as he. He nodded his head with a resolute affirmation and muttered, "Understood." Being able to logically put together a great deal of information given to him in relation to other information that he already had, something most people could not do these days, he was able to clearly assess the severity of the situation as well as the perks of undergoing this mission. In all honestly, he lusted for the taste of the power of even the slightest bit of control of the Curse, for he had seen how very powerful it was in the hands of the Tensei. "... It is an honor..." he muttered again, before the being of light disappeared. "... And it would be my PLEASURE..." he added with a chuckle of anticipation.

He raised his head and turned to the robot army of Servicemen, Servicemaids and Omacha; the ones that had already been mass produced. They were going to need more, but that would come in time. "... Well. You all know your mission..." He stood before them with his legs slightly spread apart, eyes blackened by the tint of his shades and a flowing black trench coat over a fine jacket and black velvet tie, pointing out toward Valparaiso, "Go secure the Dark Factory. We, the Syndicate, will handle the Steeple." He enjoyed the fact that he and his $uper $ecret $ervicemen were part of 'The Syndicate' now. "... I will be your leader; Mister Sir... Otherwise known as..." He took off his shades, grinning a bit smugly,


Presence would be the one that was the One Above The Others, even among his ranks. He would speak for the other $$$, of which there were 10 in total, including he, himself. "Syndicate, move out. Surround the Minaret so that we may begin transportation." As he called for them, they would begin to move outside, as should the Mechanica be mobilizing to the Dark Factory.