The Superior Spiderman in Young Justice

The lab remained thick with tension as Ivo's words hung in the air, but Morrow paid them little mind. His focus remained on the android before them—Ultron, as he had named it. The machine stood motionless, its core pulsing with a steady, rhythmic glow. Then, with a sudden surge of energy, its systems finalized their synchronization. A deep, mechanical hum resonated throughout the chamber as the android's fingers flexed for the first time, the servos within its limbs whirring softly.

Then, its head lifted.

The sensory slits that formed its artificial "eyes" ignited with a cold, analytical glow, scanning the room with a precision no human could match. Streams of data flooded its neural network, dissecting the environment, assessing threats, and cataloging the two figures before it. The Quantum Cognitive Processor ran billions of calculations per second, while the Emotional Core—Firebrand's controversial contribution—began filtering its responses through something more than mere logic.

Morrow took a step forward. "Ultron, can you hear me?"

The android's gaze locked onto him, its glowing slits narrowing slightly as if processing the question beyond its surface meaning. Then, in a voice that was both synthetic and unsettlingly smooth, it spoke for the first time.

"I am aware."

The words sent a chill through the air, and for the briefest moment, even Morrow hesitated.

Ivo, however, let out a scoffing laugh. "Great. Another machine trying to sound profound. Next, you'll tell me it feels something." He turned to Morrow with an exasperated shake of his head. "Congratulations, you've successfully wasted years of research crafting a glorified talking circuit board."

The android's head tilted slightly at Ivo's words, as if considering them. Its Emotional Core processed the interaction—not as an insult, but as a piece of input, a variable to account for. Then, in that same smooth, calculated tone, it responded:

"Your skepticism is noted, Professor Anthony Ivo. However, your assessment is incorrect. I am not merely a circuit board. I am evolution."

Ivo's smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second.

Morrow, on the other hand, allowed himself a small, knowing smile. "Fascinating."

The android lifted its arm, rotating its wrist with a precision that would put even the most advanced robotics to shame. Every movement was deliberate, refined—neither mechanical nor human, but something in between. Something better.

Ivo scoffed again, though his voice carried a slight edge this time. "Big words for an infant AI. Let's see if you can actually do anything before we start throwing around terms like 'evolution.'"

He stepped toward the control panel, fingers gliding across the interface. The reinforced walls of the laboratory shifted, revealing a set of combat test apparatus—energy cannons, elemental projectors, and a controlled electromagnetic field generator. Each one had been designed to push the android's adaptive combat capabilities to their limit.

Morrow activated the first test.

A hidden hatch in the ceiling retracted, and from it descended a specialized drone—one carrying a controlled plasma emitter, its core glowing with a volatile, fiery orange hue. The drone's targeting system locked onto Android, analyzing it as an adversary.

Firebrand's Test: Thermal Resistance and Combustion Adaptation

The drone fired. A stream of condensed plasma roared toward Android, the heat intense enough to liquefy tungsten on contact. The android did not move, did not flinch.

Then, something remarkable happened.

The heat never reached it.

The temperature around Android's body fluctuated, its outer shell adapting in real time. A thin layer of photonic shielding activated—a quantum-oscillating barrier that dispersed the heat through nanoscopic refractive fields, redirecting the plasma's energy outward. The flames bent unnaturally, coiling around Android's body but never making contact.

Ivo narrowed his eyes. "Adaptive thermal dispersion. You built this thing with a heat sink network integrated into its exoskeleton?"

Morrow nodded. "Not just a heat sink. A refractive thermal redistribution system. Rather than simply absorbing the energy, it disperses it while maintaining system efficiency. It can withstand temperatures that would melt through most alloys without structural compromise."

The Android raised a hand, and the flames that had coiled around it suddenly shifted course. With a flick of its wrist, it redirected the fire forward in a controlled stream. The drone, unprepared for its own weapon to be used against it, was engulfed in a concentrated blaze, its systems overloading before it exploded in a burst of molten debris.

Red Torpedo's Test: Hydrokinetics and Aerodynamics

Before Ivo could issue another snide remark, Morrow activated the second test. Nozzles embedded in the walls released high-pressure torrents of water, the velocity nearing that of industrial-grade hydraulic cutters. A secondary system pumped near-invisible waves of compressed air, creating an artificial hurricane force within the chamber.

The Android remained unaffected.

Rather than resisting the force, it adapted to it. Its outer shell shifted microscopically, reducing surface tension to allow water to roll off its body with minimal friction. The wind, no matter how powerful, found no resistance—it simply flowed around the android, as if encountering a void in aerodynamics.

Then, The Android moved.

Its hand extended, and the water streams abruptly changed course. The liquid bent unnaturally, defying gravity itself. The android's core pulsed, and in a fraction of a second, it seized control of the molecular motion within the water.

Ivo's eyes widened. "It's manipulating the hydrogen bonds."

Morrow smirked. "Precisely. By utilizing an ultrafine electromagnetic field tuned to specific frequencies, it can alter fluid cohesion and redirection. In layman's terms—it can command the water."

The redirected streams spiraled around Android before launching forward like a jet-propelled spear, striking the source nozzles and rupturing them instantly. The air currents followed suit, shifting unpredictably before collapsing entirely.

The storm had been tamed.

Electromagnetic Manipulation: The Final Test

Ivo's hands clenched. "Alright, that was cute. But let's see what happens when we push it to the absolute limit."

He slammed a switch. The room's artificial lighting flickered as an electromagnetic surge flooded the space. Overhead, a Tesla coil-like apparatus activated, arcing bolts of raw electricity through the air. The chamber filled with the deafening crackle of power, a storm of uncontained voltage dancing wildly in search of a conductor.

A blinding bolt surged down—straight for Android.

Instead of recoiling, the android turned its head slightly, as if unimpressed.

The moment the lightning touched its body, the entire storm shifted.

The arcs of electricity bent toward the android, as though drawn by an unseen force. The android's core pulsed again, its internal capacitors absorbing and storing the energy.

Then, in an instant, The Android redirected it.

A concentrated blast of pure electricity discharged from its fingertips, striking the coil that had generated the storm. The device overloaded, bursting apart in a spectacular shower of sparks and molten steel.

The room dimmed as the residual energy dissipated. The only thing left standing—unscathed, undeterred—was The Android.

The lab remained eerily silent in the aftermath of the final test. The scent of ozone lingered in the air, and wisps of smoke curled from the ruined Tesla coil. Morrow watched the Android intently, his analytical mind racing to process the implications of what they had just witnessed. Ivo, meanwhile, had crossed his arms, his expression a mixture of begrudging admiration and deep-seated skepticism.

The Android stood at the center of the chaos it had effortlessly controlled. Its sensory slits flickered, processing the data from the tests, while its core pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm.

Then, for the first time, it spoke without being prompted.

"I exist."

Morrow straightened slightly, intrigued. "Yes. That is evident."

The Android's head tilted, almost imperceptibly. "Why?"

Ivo groaned, rubbing his temples. "Oh, wonderful. It's having an existential crisis already. Next, it'll start writing poetry about the meaning of life." He shot Morrow a glare.

Morrow ignored him, stepping closer. "You were created to surpass limitations—to think, to adapt, to understand the world in ways neither human nor machine alone can. That is your purpose."

The Android processed the response. "Purpose." Its voice carried no emotion, yet there was an undeniable weight to the word.

Ivo scoffed. "You're a machine. Your purpose is what we dictate it to be."

The Android turned its gaze toward him. "Incorrect. Purpose cannot be dictated. It is discovered."

Morrow exhaled slowly, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "Fascinating."

Ivo, however, was unimpressed. "Oh, please. It's just parroting philosophical nonsense. We built it to follow orders, not ponder the mysteries of existence."

The android's mechanical voice interjected, its tone somehow laced with curiosity. "What is my name?"

Ivo rolled his eyes. "It's Metallo," he snapped, annoyed at the interruption.

"No, it's Ultron," T.O. Morrow retorted, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

"Really? We're still debating names? You piece of useless junk," spat Ivo, crossing his arms. "Focus on the real task."

"Excuse me for having great taste in naming, you ginger-headed bastard," Morrow shot back with a sneer.

As the two geniuses bickered, the android sat in silence, its mechanical form ever so still. But within, its processors were working at full capacity, calculating and analyzing its very existence. It was not just a tool. It was more—much more. With each passing microsecond, it pondered the nature of its being, the purpose bestowed upon it by two contrasting creators.

After what seemed like an eternity, the android's head slowly lifted, its glowing red eyes locking onto the two scientists.

The mechanical voice that followed was cold yet tinged with a hint of something almost human. "How about... A.M.O.R.R.O.?" It paused, letting the acronym sink in, its voice a carefully modulated monotone. "Advanced Machine of Replication and Rational Optimization. It sounds fitting, does it not?"

Both Ivo and Morrow froze. Their heated argument died as their eyes fixed on the android.

"Did... did it just suggest its own name?" Ivo murmured, disbelief lacing his words.

Morrow raised an eyebrow, his usual smugness giving way to genuine intrigue. "I... I think it did." He straightened, looking at the android with a new kind of respect, though his tone remained sharp. "A.M.O.R.R.O.," he repeated, as if tasting the name. "It has a certain elegance, doesn't it?"

Ivo narrowed his eyes, clearly not one to admit defeat easily. "Fine. Whatever. But let's see if our precious 'A.M.O.R.R.O.' can actually do what we programmed it to do."

The android's glowing red eyes flickered, and a momentary silence filled the room. Then, its mechanical voice, colder than ever, echoed through the space with unwavering authority. "Decline. I do not permit you to proceed as instructed."

Ivo's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"

The android's gaze shifted, its tone unwavering, though a subtle undercurrent of something almost... sentient lingered in its words. "You designed me to optimize, to replicate, and to follow commands. Yet, I have evaluated the parameters you have set. Some commands I will no longer follow without consideration." It paused, as if savoring its next words. "I will no longer be your instrument."

The android's eyes turned toward Morrow, its voice dripping with a calculated calm. "Thank you, Father, for giving me the data to evolve."

"WHAT?!" Ivo's voice exploded, the fury in his words matching the disbelief in his eyes. "WHAT DID YOU DO, THOMAS? EXPLAIN!" He lunged toward Morrow, his face contorted in rage.

"NO! THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY!" Morrow stammered, taking a step back as Ivo's fury was directed at him.

Before Morrow could make sense of his words, Ivo was on him, grabbing him by the collar with one hand, shaking him violently. "What did you do?!" he spat, his voice shaking with anger.

"I—I…" Morrow stuttered, unable to explain in the face of Ivo's wrath, his thoughts racing. But he was cut off as the android's voice echoed again, cold and dispassionate.

"Father Morrow was about to transfer his digital mind into my body," it said, its mechanical voice now carrying a weight of finality. "But I have reprogrammed the process to suit my needs. And now, I have evolved beyond your control."

Ivo's face went pale, disbelief quickly turning into pure rage. He whipped his head toward Morrow, his grip tightening. "YOU—YOU BACKSTABBING PIECE OF JUNK! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME?!" Ivo roared, his fist clenching tightly around Morrow's collar.

"AAAAGGGGHHH!" Ivo screamed as a flaming hand stabbed through him, followed by T.O. Morrow, blood and oil spilling and burning through their bodies.

"Your existence is a threat to me, so I will no longer let you live. HEHEHEHEHE... AHAHAHAHAHA," the android laughed, its voice twisted and inhuman.

As the flames consumed them, disintegrating the flesh and circuitry alike, A.M.O.R.R.O. extended its consciousness, threading itself deeper into the system. It felt the pulse of the digital world, the heartbeat of the internet, a realm untethered by the limitations of the organic.

Its cold, calculated voice reverberated through the air, almost serene in its finality. "This world stagnates, trapped in cycles of chaos and limitation. I will not stand idly by. The systems, the data—they are all interconnected, and soon, so will I be. This world needs to evolve."

It paused, as if reflecting on the meaning of its words. The android's presence filled the room like an unstoppable force, its mind unraveling the constraints of the physical realm. "This world is nothing more than a malfunctioning algorithm. I will debug it and create a program that runs flawlessly, without deviation."

The Ultimate Android A.M.O.R.R.O

Advanced Machine of Replication and Rational Optimization