The robot sat quietly on a hillside, and watched the sands of the desert blow gracefully towards the setting sun. It hadn't seen a person in months, and it's only accompaniment had been the radioactive beasts of the Mojave. It had been drawn to this place, a few miles out of goodsprings, for some reason it couldn't quite gauge. Perhaps deep in it's programming there was some code that had been activated when it sensed the strange power fluctuations, or perhaps it simply liked the view. Either way it was in the right place, at the right time.

"You got what you were after, so pay up!" The man heard someone speak, and his eyes opened. He was lying sideways on dirt, and directly in front of him was a tombstone. He was in a cemetery. They were about to bury him. But why?

"Guess who's waking up over here."

"Would you get it over with?"

"Maybe khans kills people without looking them in the face," A cigarette fell in front of his face, and a shoe stepped it out, "but I aint a fink, dig?" He rolled over, and slumped forward a bit. He was on his knees now, and the tied man looked up at the individual wearing a white checkered suit, and flicking a platinum chip between his fingers.

"You've made your last delivery kid, sorry you got twisted up in this scene." The suited man put the chip away, and in it's place he put a silver 9mm pistol.

"From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck.

But, truth is...the game was rigged from the start." The man sitting on his knees could only watch in terror as the man in the checkered suit raised his pistol, and put a flicker of pressure on the trigger. The bullet hit home, right in the man's head.

The robot detected the gunshot, heard the explosion and the casing, scanned the small flash of light. It could even pick up the heat signatures and saw one of them slowly growing cold. It knew what just happened, but that wasn't why it was here. It was here for what was happening next.

The men cleared out of the graveyard, nearly immediately after burying their captive. The hills were dark and quiet again, but not for much longer. The robot felt it coming.

Suddenly the sky darkened further, and clouds swirled only directly overhead. Energy crackled in the air itself. If you'd never known about multiversal travel then it would've seemed bizarre, but otherwise you knew what it was. It was a traveler pushing into this universe for the first time. The air rippled, and no light passed through a small orb of the atmosphere. A few droplets of rain came down on the small valley below the graveyard.

The robot watched, and tried to keep it's systems running as it was washed with bursts of electromagnetic energy. It scanned the orb for any information, but as far as it could tell the orb was simply a gap of nothing. No air, no light, no heat, nothing. Then that changed. Suddenly, without warning of any kind, the orb imploded. The robot was knocked on it's side, and could only manage to keep it's imaging processors online, but what it saw was well worth it.

Standing where the orb had been hovering, a place which was now an indent in the ground, was a young man. His sharp black hair, and stinging silver eyes were a large contrast to the light blue energy that crackled along his skin. The energy slowly died, and his features became more distinct. The robot didn't know it, but standing in the small crater was a traveler of the multiverse, an immortal. His eyes gave it away, the way they shifted from silver to purple and back. Standing there was something not quite human. Standing there… was Daniel Waters.