Apollo came to life in what appeared to be a massive warehouse that had no rhyme or traditional structure to its outline and saw a frantic cylinder shaped robotic stack boxes upon each other in a neat fashion while repeating the phrase “ quarter inch” to itself . Apollo couldn’t move any arms or legs but could move his head to see a massive army of presets waiting to be turned on.
”Oh good, you’re finally alive” said Track “ I was beginning to worry the memory matrix wouldn’t hold but you are ready to be shipped to John, the tanks will escort you to him to be given special secret commands. He wouldn’t even let me know about his plans , no matter how hard I tried to break into his code for you it was too hard to crack , like a box with too much tape but that’s beside the matter, are you understanding me?”
“what am I built for?” Asked Apollo , “I assume it’s for combat since my body is the standard combat but I have before not think about classical art and music it seems pointless but I can’t bring myself to delete it.”
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track replied to his comment by stating “ you must be some sort of new covert unit based on how John wanted to give you a white paint camouflage for your body, but off you go, we can’t be late for the expected due date of delivery. Just promise me if you see a robot buried in the snow you won’t talk to him about me. I’m late building his driller that will allow him to reach the earths core, and don’t ask why he wants that, he doesn’t make any sense and has probably has a broken down processor unlike myself.”
“I promise” said Apollo, “I have just accessed information on how friends keep promises to each other” “thank you I never had a friend before , just boxes and loneliness, and more boxes. But let’s get you out of here before I change my mind “ replied Track as he turned on Apollo’s arms and legs.
And Apollo was sent off across the South Pole to reach John Fanz , the human robotic , without realizing that he was being watched by the robotic known as WEB.
“ So John believes he can send out a robotic to come to him and he thinks that no one will stop him , ms. Charlotte , please send out arachnid-1. And bring the specimen to me mostly intact this time.”