M-11 is a robot. Originally known as the Human Robot, the character was given the name "M-11" in the 2006 to 2007 Agents of Atlas miniseries as an allusion to its first appearance in Menace #11 (May 1954) from Marvel Comics' 1950s predecessor, Atlas Comics. The character's five-page origin story, "I, the Robot", appeared in the science fiction/horror/crime anthology title Menace #11 (May 1954) from Marvel Comics' 1950s predecessor, Atlas Comics. In an alternate reality from mainstream Earth, a scientist's newly created robot is programmed by the scientist's greedy business manager to murder the scientist. The incomplete robot, however, continues through with his directive to "kill the man in the room", and kills the business manager when the man enters. The robot then leaves the house, programmed to "kill the man in the room".
The M-Twins (Nicole and Claudette St. Croix) are superheroine mutants who appear in the X-Men family of books. Created by writer Scott Lobdell and artist Chris Bachalo, she/they (as M) originally was a member of the teenage mutant group Generation X, and have not appeared in the series since Generation X #58. Nicole and Claudette have various telepathic abilities, including reading minds, projecting their thoughts into the minds of others, and defensively masking their minds against telepathic intrusion. They have also used telepathy offensively to limited degrees, such as mind control and memory wipes. The twins (and all their siblings) are somehow able to merge into various combinations with each other, each resulting fusion generally having a distinct personality and unique set of powers. However, the fusions can be undone by considerable trauma, typically a large explosion.
My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
Too picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
By ignorance that truly feels it knows me best
You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
The intricate sincerity is choking me
It's scrambling and crawling all around my feet
In words that jump from line to line and cover me
My credible intelligence evading me
You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Carmen Queasy, I don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
I'm flinging our some riddims in a cultural scare
Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care
Dissecting all who analyze an empty heart
Just spitting out some old wet dreams and calling it art
You have the vision
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy, Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing money-making
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making, money-taking
We don't have a choice
But we still have a voice
Antagonist, life is too short
Twist, deform and distort
Impregnate brains enter my seminar
Money-making, music making, failure
Got to take back what's mine
Got to take back
Keep choking and holding, provoking
My lifestyle you'll be smoking
So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing