An intimidating orange and red of the bubbling lava below shined brightly off of Clank's metal as he reached forward and scooped up the last eager Gadgebot in his hand. With the power of his recently found Upgrade Chip, he changed the simple Gadgebot into a Powerbot, and harnessed its electrical power to activate the last component to the lock door. The Powerbot jumped up and down excitedly at the large door opened, granting Clank access to the next room. He smiled at the small bot and nodded.
"Good work, Gadgebot."
The small robot then ran into the next room, expecting another puzzle or trap like he had encountered before. But he was stopped by the panicking voice.
"How are you so smart?! Warbots are supposed to be simple soldiers! Who upgraded you?" Chairman Drek's small robot assistant, Zed, yelled out, nervous about the defect roaming around the inner workings of Drek Industries.
When Clank came closer, he fled into the vents and off into another part of this giant maze, most likely having an obstacle to keep Clank from proceeding any further in mind.
Clank did a typical scan of the room so he could locate any possible objects or creatures that would hinder his path to the factory control room. It looked like that he was going to get a nice short break, as it was merely a small room with some crates stacked up in the middle. This was most likely because this room was part of the warbot assembly line, as there were incomplete warbot bodies hanging off of and moving along a rail near the ceiling.
Glowing green eyes blinked as Clank glanced up and watched the warbots move in and out of the room. Even without several of their limbs, they gave off a terrifying appearance the small robot thought as he walked forward in small and slow strides. He stopped at a crate and rested his arms on it as he continued looking up at the monstrous machines. Clank frowned. They looked bigger than he remembered. And to think that such mechanical marvels such as Raritanium made robots would be destined to have such a one track mind. Destruction and death was all they were going to know for their entire lives, and they were going to be happy about it.
Clank tilted his head. How did he end up so different? What in that factory made him like he was? He was much smaller but so much more intelligent than his warbot brethren. And he had the privilege to make his own decisions and live his own life; he had no directive. Whatever went wrong in that machine the very moment that he was being built made him into so much more than these nearly mindless killing machines. And that wasn't fair. Clank could be free while his warbot brothers live the life of 'kill or be killed'. He knew that he didn't want to be like them, that he was supposed to hate them, but he couldn't help but feel a bit bad.
The small warbot got off of the crate and put his mind back to focus. He was on a mission, so he couldn't be slaking off and spending time in deep thinking. The Rangers were counting on this warbot, and he wasn't about to let them go.
Besides, no matter how bad he felt and no matter how much he wanted to change these warbots, there was no saving them. All he could hope was that he nor Ratchet won't be killed by one.
You know, I know that we think that Clank should hate all warbots and vow to never be like one of them, but I also thought that he would feel bad for them. His defect gives him free will while the closest thing he'll ever get to assembly line brothers are tied down to a single destructive objective. So I wanted to make a quick fic about that idea.
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