In a dark room, very similar to the royal chamber, Roan awoke. "Where am I?" He said groggily to himself as he awoke. When he sat up in bed, he gasped at the fact that the room he was in was very similar to the room that he had, just hours, earlier, fell asleep. The only differences where, that the fountains ran with a crimson fluid that made his skin crawl at the sight of it, and a dark and gloomy feeling of dread and despair.

He got out of bed and looked for his clothes. They were nowhere to be found. He wondered what had happened. "First, I wake up in this unusually familiar room, then I find that this dreadful feeling is hanging in the air, now I find that my clothes are missing. I must find out what is going on." All he had on was a pair of bunny boxers. He continued to the next room.

Before he went in there, two voices came to his attention. He listened closely. "The new types of warriors ready," a very nasal voice said. "Good," a deep, sinister man answered, "then we can start the invasion as planned." "So, the new teo series will storm the church, get their data, assassinate everybody, and return to base?" "Yes, with the new data transfer system installed in the clones, they can communicate with each other and easily download data from any source." "And what about their power?" "With the new bionic inputs, and the removal of freedom, they will be able to overpower most opponents without trouble or regret." "Anything more powerful?" "One of our teo droids, no. 124 has been implanted into the claws. If anything goes wrong, it will then guard the base if reactivated." "I will rule over the Automata with my life." "That is all to be expected."

As the conversation ended, he heard two sets of footsteps, and a door close. Roan slowly opened the door and went into the office. Not much was different, except for the fact that the sky was red. "I must find out what is happening here," the bepuzzled king wondered.

He ran into the factory, but not before sneaking past five Automata. "Obviously an older model," he thought as he saw the less attractive and bigger droids. Once in the factory, he ran to the control room which was much nicer and cleaned up. One of the teo was operating the panel, almost without thought. He saw another Automata on the wall that looked much like Elmo. He went up to it and it sprang to life.

"I am the teo series construction operator," it said mechanically. "Scanning for recognition." Suddenly, a pink beam enveloped Roan. It swept back and forth across him. "Recognition scan complete, welcome, master," the droid said. "What information can you give me on the teo series Automata?" the king clearly said. "Teo, series robots are, created from clones implanted with, bionic parts. They, also are restricted of, emotions and have no, freedom." There was a long pause, interrupted by the droid at the panel saying, "Platoons, 4-7-0 through 9-2-0, are, now, complete." Then the TSCO said, "Ship the platoons and start service on the incoming ones that were salvaged," the Automata nodded attentively. "Now, where or when am I?" roan questioned. "You are under Cyrum castle, and the year is 0-1-2, twelve years into the war." TSCO said.

Just then, a large earthquake started and Roan was hit by falling debris. "Ohhhhhhh…"

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