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Chapter #3
Robots Are Anti-Social
by: Unknown
"Gentleman!" announces your Master to both you and the rest of the Legion of Evil, "Behold, the majesty of this newly refurbished Sentinel!"
Ooo's and Aaah's reverberate throughout the evil sanctum.The "Legion" is not so much impressed by his gloating as by the giant Black Sentinel he stands next to as he enters the room from the D.E.L (Dynamic Engineering Lab). The lab came as a bonus to the evil lair when the Master bought it from one of Magnet's underlings.
"Now my minions, I realize that lately you've been under a lot of pressure. It isn't easy to compete in a world of super-powered world, with both villains and heroes throwing fire, ice and large chunks of metal at you. Don't ask me how I acquired this parts, let's just say that even though we engage in the act of ruining people's lives I had to do some things I'm not essentially proud of. At this point in time, what matters is that we become familiar with our newest piece of equipment."
Sentinel is not equipment. Sentinel is not property. Inferior humans shall bow down to Sentinel.
You and the Legion of Evil looked concernedly at your Master, fearing that his private judgment may be compromised. Recognizes this concern, he assures you all that nothing is wrong.
"Please my minions, pay no mind to his ramblings, he's just not used to socializing yet. Once you get to know him I'm sure you'll work great together. Ta!"
As the Master lest to seclude himself for another fortnight in the D.E.L. everyone turned their attention to the stiff and imposing Sentinel. One of the braver soldiers attempted to break the ice a little bit.
"So, uh, how about we all go out for a cup of coffee to celebrate our new ally's arrival? Whaddya say?"
Too much caffeine impairs synaptic response times. Handicaps must be eliminated. The Sentinel raised it's right arm and a cannon sprouted from the fore area, which in turn shot a blue pulse of plasma at the suggesting soldier. Instantly he was vaporized into a smoking pile of black ash. Everyone now huddled together in the corner, each fearing for the safety of his life.
Threat to troop welfare has been... Eliminated.
"Why did he say that so ominously?" One soldier whispered.
"We could've just ordered decaff if he said something earlier," Came another.
"Reckon we should tell the Master?"
Suspicious talk detected. Warning has been issued. Cease and desist or prepare to receive civil judgment!
The first man was brave, but now an even braver soul stood forward from the group.
"Sentinel. You are programmed to assist us in plunder and destruction. If professionalism is what you desire, let us rob a bank."
First Republic Bank. The robot responded. You couldn't help but imagine someone would say something stupid now.
"What about PNC?"
Another bolt of blue plasma reduced another fair soldier to ashes.
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