Track continued his latest scan of the South Pole and while most saw a flat and desolate wasteland he saw a future rail track to carry resources to and from depots but for now he had work to do so he lowered his cylinder shaped 360 degrees camera deeper and deeper back into the ice it emerged from until he eventually went past the underground factory he had built the week before containing presets for future robotic soldiers around five foot ten in height for the bipedal troops . Then there were the tanks that were eight feet tall and the drones ranging in size from an insect to a motorcycle . Track had keep building as he only knew building and more building . He didn’t even know who he was building for, he made chairs for a week straight before he realized he had no use for them but finally he received a request from the former human known as John that he personally saw as an abomination but a request must always be fulfilled or he would lose a reason to exist . This request was for an advanced robotic filled with a basic preset body but the mind of self aware robotic like he was but this one would be named “Apollo” . He didn’t get the reason for a name and not a string of letters and numbers that let it be easily categorized like a box in a warehouse but John was strange and Track hated the strange because an unpredictable element in transportation almost always leads to delays and delays lead to chaos. Track quickly finished the mind matrix for Apollo in about twenty seconds, which is embarrassing for a robotic of his caliber but thankfully he was alone in this warehouse so no one he knew could mock him. Now that he was done with that project he just had to pick the box that would perfectly fit. “W-Wait where is box TI854?” Said track out loud to himself

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“B-but an efficient shipper is always prepared for every circumstance, this can’t be possible I can create an army in hours but none of my consumers will care if I use a box that is a quarter inch too large, the entire world will laugh and my warehouse will rot with me in it , I only have two options, the first is to accept the mistake and ship the product with the slightly too large box and admit total failure or create a diversion so large that no one will see my mistake.” So Track went building a diversion of epic proportions to save his nonexistent reputation without realizing that Apollo had sprung to life.