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The Creation

A weapons production facility in Uzbekistan, 2013

The guard stood in front of the door, soviet in hand. A hot slug hit him in between the eyes and he fell down into a pile of red snow.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. A small metal foot landed next to the guard's head. A robotic hand reached down and ripped a key off of a necklace around his neck.

Another muscular guard patrolled around the chrome facility, warily holding his tactical 12-guage. He thought he heard a gunshot. Suddenly a 50-caliber bullet pierced his heart, and bounced off the wall behind him with a metallic CHINK. The small robot picked up his shotgun and casually walked down the hallway and turned a corner.

"Hey!" said the guard, but before he could do anything a titanium slag bullet buried itself in his neck. The robot reached into the guard's pocket and pulled out a keycard. He dropped the 12-guage shotgun and exchanged it with the soviet that the dead guard was using. He walked further down the hall. All of a sudden the lights started flashing red and an alarm sounded.

"Attention, attention! Disturbance in sector 3c of the production facility. Neutralize the disturbance at all costs!" said a voice over the intercom. The small robot still calmly walked down the hallway. Three guards rounded the corner and pointed their guns at the robot. The machine promptly turned around and ran in the opposite direction. Bullets whizzed past its face. The robot sprinted towards the end of the hallway and halted 2 inches away from the wall. He fired a grenade right into it. It bounced off of the wall and landed right into the cluster of guards. The grenade exploded and burning limbs flew through the air. The robot stepped over the burning corpses and continued where he was going. It went through a maze of hallways and arrived at a door that said: Dr. Peabody. The robot stuck the keycard into the slot next to the door. There was a clicking noise and the door opened. A man in a white coat had his back to the door. When he heard it open he turned around with a bewildered look on his face. He stared at the fish inside of the robot.

"What the fuck?" was Dr. Peabody's last words before his head exploded from the impact of the soviet bullets.