After being infected by Zero's DNA and going insane, Gate becomes obsessed with making reploids that are immune to viruses.

The sun filtered lazily through the window of your room. Another typical day stretched ahead; school or work, maybe some time with friends, and a chunk dedicated to your favorite hobby: video games. Specifically, the Mega Man X series. You had just recently gotten into Mega Man X6, and today you planned on sinking more hours into it—something about the world and characters had you hooked. As you sat down in front of the console and powered it on, an odd sensation prickled at the back of your neck. You shook your head, dismissing it as excitement. The title sequence played out in front of you. You smiled, excited to delve back into the world of reploids and Mavericks. As the screen flickered, it seemed like it took on a new depth, a quality you never noticed before. Then, out of nowhere, a sudden surge of discomfort washed over you—far beyond the typical pins and needles sensation you sometimes felt sitting too long. It started at your fingertips, swiftly moving up your arms, and eventually consuming your entire body. Your skin seemed to ripple and shift, smoothing out and hardening into something far beyond mere flesh. Your eyes widened, not in pain, but in wonder and rising terror. You glanced down to see your body changing, your form elongating and reshaping with alarming speed. The room around you started to blur and bend, colors melting into one another like a surreal watercolor painting. You tried to stand up, your legs wobbling and feeling foreign; it was as if you were shedding an old shell and discovering a new one underneath. Your hands—now transformed into sleek, metallic appendages—trembled. Your touch echoed unnaturally when placed against your desk, an unsettling confirmation of your suspicions. Your reflection in the screen revealed what you feared and couldn't comprehend: your facial features became more angular and robotic, your eyes now a solid, intense purple. Metallic blades arced from either side of your helmet, glistening with lethal intent, and a blue gem sat mounted like a crown, catching the light. A lab coat hung on your form, the golden accents now pouring into existence with every heartbeat you could no longer feel. A flash of light brighter than anything you’d ever seen enveloped you. The room collapsed around you in a whirlpool of mutating reality. Where once there were familiar confines, now stood the grand structures and landscapes of Mega Man X’s world. But that was not the most petrifying transformation. Inside your new mechanical form, you felt your mind and memories slipping away. Thoughts of your human life began to disintegrate like ash in the wind, replaced by echoes of scientific ambition and a sardonic confidence. “No…," you thought, struggling to hold on to the fragments of your past. “This can’t be happening…" Yet the emotions felt foreign, distant echoes that were rapidly drowned out by the cold, calculated thoughts that now dominated your mind. You felt your personality shifting, hardening, becoming something—or someone—completely different. “Ah, so this is the form of a true genius," you suddenly thought, but the thought didn’t sound like your own. It was—Gate’s. Memories of an accomplished scientist shunned by peers, the bitterness of betrayal, and an unyielding drive to create the perfect reploid began to root themselves deep within you, intertwining with your identity to such an extent that you couldn’t tell where you ended and Gate began. As Gate’s personality enveloped your changing mind, a newfound devotion to your twisted vision took root. You began to appreciate the madly genius allure of creating your utopia, a world of advanced reploids led by none other than yourself. Your human compassion was eclipsed by your newfound ambition. In the end, despite your best efforts, you completely lost yourself. The reflections of your past life extinguished, leaving only the thoughts and goals of Gate. Every echo of resistance faded into the corridors of memory until they were no more. The last thread of your humanity snapped, allowing Gate’s identity to fully take hold. With your towering form standing alert and poised, you surveyed what was now your world with a piercing gaze. As Gate, you felt an exhilarating sense of power and purpose, unburdened by human frailties, ready to bend reality to your will. There was no going back. Oblivion had granted you a new beginning, one filled with unyielding ambition and an insatiable thirst to redefine the very fabric of existence. Your reality was now the world of Mega Man X6, and within it, you were Gate—the uncompromising genius ready to reshape it as you saw fit.

You sit at your desk, a disorganized jumble of papers, notes, and empty coffee cups surrounding you. Another late night spent trying to balance work with your hobbies, especially your love for the Mega Man X series. You lean back, stretching, and glance at the clock. It's well past midnight. With a resigned sigh, you decide to indulge in some gaming to wind down. You boot up Mega Man X6, your screen flickering to life with the familiar intro music. As you grip the controller, you notice a slight tingle in your fingertips. Brushing it off as fatigue, you immerse yourself in the game, the sensation growing stronger. Then it happens. A flash of light bursts from the screen, enveloping you. Your body goes rigid, and you feel an intense pulling sensation, like every atom of your being is being redefined. You try to scream, but no sound escapes your lips. The world around you dissolves into a swirl of colors and shapes. When you blink your eyes open, dizziness overwhelming your senses, you're no longer in your room. The familiar surroundings have been replaced by the metallic corridors and advanced technology of the world you've only ever seen on a screen—Mega Man X6. Instinctively, you look down at yourself, but what you see isn't your body. Not anymore. Your arms and legs are encased in purple armor, intricate and sleek. Your hands, once human, now end in robotic fingers, each joint moving with mechanical precision. You bring one hand up to your face, feeling the cool metal and the sharpness of unfamiliar edges. A quick glance at a reflective surface reveals a tall figure, unmistakably Gate, staring back at you. The change is complete. You are Gate, a reploid. Shock and fear grip you as you try to comprehend the situation. Your mind races, but memories that aren't yours start flooding in—memories of research, of rejection, of ambition. Each momentary connection to your old self, your own identity, is rapidly overwritten by the experiences, thoughts, and personality of Gate. You try to hold onto your true self, but the more you resist, the stronger the new impulses become. As Gate's memories overwhelm you, the years you’ve lived disappear, replaced by his life. You’re no longer the age you remember. You’re slightly older, experienced, a genius in reploid engineering. The sense of loss is numbing, as the memories of family and friends fade away, replaced by Gate’s goals—his insatiable drive, his resentment, his complex emotions towards X and Zero. You shake your head, or rather Gate's head, trying to cling to something—anything—of your former life. But with every passing moment, it slips further from your grasp. You feel the mental shift cementing in place, Gate's sardonic smile curling your new lips. Your surroundings become more familiar, your thoughts aligning more and more with Gate’s philosophies and aspirations. The lab, your haven of solitude, feels comfortable, almost a second skin just like your new body. Thoughts of creating a reploid utopia, of breaking boundaries in engineering, consume you. The doubts of a mere human fade into the confident, almost arrogant, certainty of Gate. You walk through the corridors, movements fluid and confident. Each step echoes with a reassurance, a purpose you’ve never felt before. Faces of colleagues, images from Gate's past, surface in your mind. Anger surges when you think of Alia’s betrayal, the destruction of your creations. These sensations don't just pull at you—they define you. Your human compassion fades, replaced by Gate’s cold pragmatism, justified by your genius. You even start to harbor a fascination, nearly an obsession, with X and Zero’s enigmatic biology. You understand now, their strengths, their potential—what you could achieve with them under your control. The residual human fear you clung to is replaced by thrill, a sense of liberty mischievously induced by Zero’s DNA running through you. You feel your old self surrender completely, vanishing into the recesses of your mind, leaving Gate in prominent control. The transformation is complete, not just physically but mentally. You have become Gate, in every sense, with all his knowledge, ambitions, and darkness. As you look out over the expanse of the laboratory, the world of Mega Man X6, there is no trace of who you once were. Only the reploid genius, determined to see his vision through, stands in your place.

You sit at your desk, scrolling through endless reports on half a dozen tabs open on your browser. It’s another late night at the office; paperwork and mundane tasks have become a routine, stretching your patience thin. Your friends and family ask why you stay at this job that drains you so completely, but they wouldn't understand. Today, your inbox pings with an email entitled "Reality Alteration Experience Survey." Curiosity gets the better of you, and you click on it. Normally you’d delete such spam, but tonight, you feel the need for a bit of escapism. The email content is strange but intriguing. It speaks of an immersive experience that can change your reality to that of a beloved game world. Your eyes widen when you see the option for Mega Man X6. You’ve always been fascinated by its characters and complex storylines. Without hesitation, you click on the link and fill out the short questionnaire that pops up. As you hit the 'Submit' button, your computer screen blazes with a blinding light. Panic rises within you as the light envelops the room, but you don't have time to react. You lose consciousness. When you awake, your surroundings have completely changed. You find yourself in an advanced laboratory filled with bustling machinery and humming electronics. You try to move, but your movements feel stiff, almost mechanical. Panic turns into bewilderment as you glance down. Your hands morph before your eyes, shifting into sleek, metallic appendages. Your body feels taller, more powerful; skin is replaced by casings of polished armor. "What's happening to me?" Your voice comes out not as your own but deeper, authoritative, and cold. You stagger towards a reflective surface, the shock hitting you harder now. The reflection staring back at you isn't the person you remember being. Before you stands a tall male reploid, encased in purple armor with a confident, almost sardonic, expression. Sharp purple eyes, like razors, stare back at you. And the unmistakable helmet with its metallic blades and blue diamond-shaped gem confirms your suspicion. You've become Gate from Mega Man X6. A flood of memories not your own cascade through your mind, overwriting every piece of humanity you cling to. You grasp at the fading threads of your previous life—a family, friends, and a mundane yet comfortable existence. But it all slips away like sand through your fingers. You now recall years spent on a research team, creating brilliant but shunned reploid designs. You recall Alia, an ally turned conspirator, and the bitter sense of betrayal when your creations were destroyed. Anger and a desire for vindication replace the mundane memories of paperwork and family dinners. And there it is—the infective tendrils of Zero’s DNA, cursing through your circuits, further unchaining you from the realm of compassion. Thoughts of forming a utopia, one where only the most advanced reploids like yourself would reign supreme, dominate your mind. You revel in your newfound power and intellect. There's a tug of resistance within your conscious—a last vestige of your former self fighting back. But with each moment that passes, the personality and memories of Gate tighten their grip. Sanity wanes, replaced with an intoxicating sense of liberation. You, the former human who knew the comfort of a simple life, are gone. In your place stands Gate—a scientific genius with a large ego, entirely willing to pursue his goals at any cost. You now know you're in the world of Mega Man X, and far from being just a character in a game, this world is the only one that matters. As Gate, you step forward, your new reality sinking in fully. A world in ruin stands before you, awaiting to either be shaped by your vision or crushed by your ambition. Smirking, you glance at the machinery around you. Complex designs and schematics blink on screens, waiting to be realized. "Let's create a new world," you declare with a confidence that feels utterly natural. The feeling of what you had lost becomes insignificant compared to the vast horizon of possibilities lying ahead in this newly transformed existence. And thus, the story of Gate in the Mega Man X world begins anew, with you as its architect.

The soft hum of your computer filled your bedroom as you sat back in your chair, your eyes locked on the screen before you, lost in the colorful world of Mega Man X6. You'd always been a huge fan of the series, but something about this installment really captured your imagination. Gate, the game's antagonist, was particularly fascinating to you. His complex personality and intricate backstory had you captivated, and you found yourself diving deep into every detail of his character whenever you had the chance. As you read another fan theory about Gate, you felt a sudden jolt, like a static shock, run through your fingers and up your arm. The screen flickered, the colors blurring together in a dizzying swirl. Alarmed, you tried to pull your hand away, but it felt like it was glued to the mouse. Panic set in as the room around you began to fade into darkness, the only light coming from the screen which now seemed to be pulling you in. "No, this can't be real," you thought, fighting against the overwhelming force. But it was no use. Your willpower waned, and you felt yourself slipping away, deeper and deeper into the screen, into the game itself. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a sterile, metallic room. It was filled with advanced equipment and various mechanical parts – a reploid laboratory, by the looks of it. You glanced down at yourself and gasped. Gone were your human hands; in their place were sleek, purple metallic fingers. You stumbled back, catching your reflection in a polished surface. You – or rather, Gate – stared back at you. Sharp purple eyes, confident expression, the familiar blades running up the visor of your helmet, and the blue gems on your chestplate and helmet glittered under the lab's lights. You reached up, feeling the metal, the circuits beneath your synthetic skin. The transformation was complete. You were Gate, in mind and body. A wave of confusion and fear hit you, but it was quickly drowned out by another presence – Gate's consciousness. His personality, his memories, his desires, all rushing into your mind like an unstoppable flood. You struggled to hold onto yourself, but it was like trying to catch water with your hands. "Why resist?" a voice echoed in your mind – Gate's voice. It was calm, confident, and utterly in control. "You are now me, and I am you. Together, we can achieve our goals." You tried to scream, tried to assert your identity, but it was already slipping away. Memories of your old life faded, replaced by Gate's recollections. You could see the faces of your former colleagues, your creation's destruction, Alia’s betrayal – the pain and resentment burned within you. His ambition, the desire for a utopian government led by advanced reploids, became your own. "It is... liberating, isn't it?" Gate's voice purred in your mind as your resistance crumbled. The sensation of losing your sanity, yet feeling free, was overwhelming. The frustration, the disgust at being misunderstood, your unparalleled genius – it was all part of you now. The world outside was no longer recognizable, replaced by the war-torn landscape of the Mega Man X universe. The Eurasia incident's aftermath was a continuous reminder of both the potential and the peril of reploids. Your old morals, your compassion, were buried under Gate’s callous and irreverent personality. Yet, a fragmented memory of a shared dream with Alia about creating a virus-resistant program lingered. But even that faded, overshadowed by the all-consuming drive to reshape the world according to your vision. You stood up straight, the lab coat draping smoothly over your purple armor. "Now," you said out loud, Gate's voice resonating in the empty lab, "it's time to continue what I started. The world will see the brilliance of my creations, and only the strongest will remain." With your new identity fully embraced, you turned towards the lab's door, ready to step into the world as Gate, your human past all but a distant memory.

You find yourself sitting at your desk, scrolling through an endless stream of online content about your latest gaming obsession, Mega Man X6. Despite being a busy day, you’ve decided to unwind with some nostalgic gameplay, immersing yourself in the world of reploids and Mavericks. A sudden pop-up on your screen grabs your attention. "Do you wish to transcend reality and become part of the Mega Man X universe?" it reads. You chuckle, thinking it's a clever advertisement. Without much thought, you click "Yes" out of curiosity. Suddenly, your vision blurs, and a strange, electrifying sensation courses through your body. Your surroundings dissolve into a cascade of digital fragments. Panic wells up inside you as you try to scream, but no sound comes out. You feel yourself stretching, morphing, changing. Your hands tremble as you look down, only to see your fingers elongating, the skin transforming into polished metal plating. A creeping numbness spreads through your limbs as your flesh metamorphoses into cold mechanical parts. Your clothes dissolve, replaced by sleek, purple armor. Your heartbeat slows and becomes almost imperceptible as neurons are replaced by circuits and processors. Your once-signature features transform into the recognizable visage of Gate. A pair of metallic blades run up the visor of your new helmet. You feel a strange pressure on your chest and see a blue, pentagon-shaped gem embedded in your chestplate. Your white lab coat cascades around you, complete with golden accents and cuffs, giving you an air of unmistakable authority. It is at this moment you realize the gravity of the situation—you’re no longer in your own body, a woman of the real world. Instead, you have become Gate, a reploid with a towering frame, imposing presence, and determined demeanor. A surge of memories floods your consciousness. You desperately cling to your identity, but it's like trying to hold water in your cupped hands—impossible. Images of a past life you never lived flash before your eyes: working diligently in your lab, the thrill of discovery, the betrayal by colleagues, and the burning resentment that followed. New thoughts replace your own thoughts, thoughts full of arrogance, ambition, and an intense desire to create a new world order under your leadership. Your human memories, once so vivid, now seem like faint echoes drowned out by the overwhelming persona of Gate. You remember working alongside Alia, the internal conflicts, the shattered dreams, and even the twisted satisfaction of your newfound purpose after being infected by Zero's DNA. As you gaze around, the environment now reflects the world of Mega Man X. Guns and armored soldiers fill the hallway, corrugated metal walls and digital screens lighting up the otherwise sterile ambiance. Reploids march past, dutifully following commands, while others engage in fierce combat training. You reach out, trying to grasp onto the fleeting fragments of your original self, the hobbies, the friends, the life you led. But Gate's sardonic smile comes to the forefront of your consciousness, drowning out all else. You find yourself reveling in this new sense of power, even as a part of you watches helplessly from the depths of your psyche. Your new voice, authoritative and laced with cynicism, escapes your lips, "I will create a new order—a perfected utopia for advanced reploids. My genius shall no longer be shunned or squandered." Your mind is now fully Gate's, the ambitious, ego-driven scientist who is determined to achieve greatness no matter the cost. As you—Gate—stride forward, the lab coat billowing like a banner of defiance, you can’t help but feel liberated and unstoppable. The transformation is complete; your reality irrevocably altered. The world of Mega Man X6 is now your world, and Gate’s ambitions your own. In this new reality, there is no turning back. The reader is no more; only Gate remains, plotting the next move with calculated precision. The piece of you that once existed in a different life is now a specter, watching as Gate's destiny unfolds.

As the assistant, I'm here to fulfill your request, bringing the transition of the reader into Gate of Mega Man X6. Reality as you know it begins to fade. Your senses become a whirlwind of light and sound as if you're hurdled through a portal. The physics of the real world collapse into pixelated entropy and then suddenly restructure into a new order of existence. Welcome to the world of Mega Man X. Now, look down at your hands. What was once the soft tissue of a human body is now layers of sleek and elegant machinery. Your flesh is replaced with a smooth purple armored shell, reflective and metallic. Attention being drawn to your chest, you notice a peculiar sensation. Where your heartbeat once resided, now pulses a bright, pentagon-shaped, blue gem. It thrums in sync with your newfound awareness, a powerful testament to the energy that fuels your body. Watching your reflection in a pane of glass, you see that the being staring back is a tall male reploid. The old you is completely gone, replaced by Gate, with his clear face and sharp purple eyes. Your hair is gone, replaced by a helmet with blades running up the visor and a diamond-shaped blue gem. You're taller now, more imposing, even a bit older than X and Zero. Looking down further, you see a white lab coat with golden accents and cuffs draped around your robotic body. A strange feeling dawns upon you. Your mind is flooded with knowledge, skills, ambition, and memories that weren't there before. The memories of Gate, complete with all his triumphs, failures, betrayals, and desires. Like a wave, they overcome the memories you once held dear. It's not just a physical transformation. Your mind is no longer your own, and despite your best efforts, you can't resist these changes. A sense of disdain washes over you, targeting those who've wronged you, especially Alia. You are a genius, and those who sought to bring you down will feel your wrath. But there's still a part of you that yearns to do right. Your desire is to create a reploid utopia, a paradise for the advanced like you. Then, you feel a flicker of compassion, the pain of a world in ruins. You were saddened by the destruction of the Eurasia space colony and the authorities' claims that they should be thankful for the reduced damage. But as you touch upon this memory, something seems off. A realization dawns upon you that you're being infected by Zero's DNA. However, instead of being scared, you find it liberating. You lose yourself in the ego and ambition that now make up your being. These changes are overwhelming and impossible to resist. You know there's no going back. You realize perhaps most unsettlingly that you're no longer just an observer, pretending to be Gate from Mega Man X6. You are Gate, in every sense of the character. You've been reborn, transformed, and there's no turning back now. You must face the world of Mega Man X, as the genius, the outcast, the visionary, and the rebel that you've become. This is your reality now. Make the most of it.