A/N: So, just the start of my newest work. Introduction into what will be happening. I plan on most likely making this an angst story and some robot torturing of XR by NOS-4-A2, and perhaps since I've been reading a lot of it around, do a NOSxMira thing? Who knows. But mostly it is Nos's revenge upon those who caused failure to happen: Buzz Lightyear, XR, XL, Zurg, Savy and Nebula, not stopping from using other lives as bait and a reason to lure out his targets. Sit back and enjoy, and rate/review how you feel and give some good feedback! 3
Systems rebooting. Memory core check initiated…. complete. No damages to Memory core. AI booting up… loading… loading. Complete. AI is now online. Defrag in progress. Updating drivers… Reboot complete. Functioning at 45% capacity. Some functions will not respond at this energy level. To further increase function charge the unit to a higher state, 100% capacity is suggested for full functioning and for optimum capability.
What was that? The sounds of the world began to rise into his hearing sensors. Life. Blackness. Functioning, but, how? He could remember only the agony in his abdomen, the searing pain flowing through his circuits before nothing. Where was he? Paralyzed. No use in trying to move. His gears began to race, his AI trying to work out the situation at hand. What was the meaning of all this? Chatter. Higher octave voices. Many of them. Small bodies, organic. The aroma of organics was appalling to him. Nothing. These organics meant nothing. They were no source of energy. Nothing. Familiar voices. His systems were stirring, the voices becoming more and more recognizable. Grubs? No, impossible. They were loyal to the old fool. No, their voices were distinctive. It was Grubs. Brain Pods? No. He couldn't sense their energy.
"Do you think he's functioning?" One of the Grubs asked the other, their eyes glued onto the bot before them. The other gave his co-worker a shrug, "I think. The energy levels are reading. Guess his systems haven't booted up completely." Idiots, he scoffed, my systems are in prime condi- well they were not in their full functioning condition, but they would soon be. A flow of energy burst through his wiring, causing a string feeling within his gears. Finally. Functioning at 50% capacity. Movement of limbs activate. Sight activated. Senses activated. Lovely. The two Grubs barely noticed as the red eyes began to glow the deep red, signaling he had awakened. His right eye blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness intensity of the room, his left eye, one that was round, forever unblinking and open, started to scan his surroundings for energy readings, life signs. Organics. He was surrounded by organics. Wait, no. Back in the room, about thirty feet away was a newly made, well energized robot. Perhaps 160 volts per hour. Yes, a non-organic. Excellent.
Slowly, gently the claws twitched. Making sure he was fully functioning, at least in movement, he felt each finger move, proceeding to extend his elbow, rotate his shoulder, then crane his head side to side. Fully functional. Let's see now, activate antigravity hover apparatus. Apparatus online. Ah, wonderful. Everything was operating that he required to maneuver about the cramped room.
"Hey…." The voice of the Grub caused a bit of, what's known as panic, to rise in the machine, "The energy levels just shifted. They seem to be at a functioning level and increasing slowly."
"Huh, must be a mistake." The other shook their head before noticing the crimson and pale blue metallic being behind his co-worker, "Or…. not. Hey, uh, Phill, you'd better look behind you." Slowly the Grub, proclaimed Phill by his friend, turned to face the being that caught his co-worker's attention. Operating at 52%, "Woah, hey he is up!" Was it glad to see me? The metallic figure reared back a bit, his head slightly tilting to the side. Was it not afraid? Organics fear me, they should not be happy to see me!