September, 2065- T minus 11 years, 13 months to Judgment Day

Location: Lucky 38 Casino, Las Vegas

High above Las Vegas was the Lucky 38 Casino, one of the tallest buildings that were currently standing. Below it, the poor sods that thought they would make a fortune went to the casinos like moths to a flame. Many of the citizens of Las Vegas and those who were smart knew what Las Vegas really was; a trap meant to ensnare foolish newcomers with sights and sounds, just so the whole system would be able to suck up all the money in their pockets and spit out them out crushed and penniless. One such particular fellow who thought of Vegas this way was currently in the tower of the Lucky 38 casino staring out into the great beyond. A man who was 5'7, he had striking eyes that would make even the most arrogant of people stop to think what sort of person they were up against. The smooth face and the stylish hair would have been considered attractive to most women. The business suit that he was wearing would fit right into the gala parties that were currently trying to raise funds for the poor European children in war-torn Europe. After the Middle-Eastern Campaign, the nations of the European Commonwealth torn itself apart into anarchy as the European nation-states fought former allies for the last remaining drops of oil in their borders. Although he wasn't muscular or tall for his age, he had an aura of confidence and power surrounding him. It also didn't help that he was the founder of RobCo, one of the biggest companies of America rivaling Poseidon Oil or General Atomics in influence in the American Government. His name was Robert Edwin House, the sole owner of the Lucky 38 Casino and one of the most powerful men in the world. Well, for now. The reason why he was here was not as cheerful as the tourists inside the Lucky 38 down below...

Robert House was busily walking around the Penthouse Floor of the Lucky 38 Casino. An unopened bottle of Nuka-Cola sat on the desk as he didn't care for food or drink right now as he was considering the options. 'If my calculations are correct, those madmen will be the doom of us all' Robert House thought silently. During the middle of the European Commonwealth-Middle East War, the Commonwealth was desperate enough to launch a couple of nuclear missiles at Middle Eastern Cities. With this in mind, Mr. House had set to work on calculations. It only took a 13 days until all reports, calculations, and predictions pointed to the one thing everyone deemed as mad; Global Nuclear Armageddon. This was the reason why he was anxiously waiting for the board of military informants. 'Funny to think that just a few years ago, all I cared about was being a playboy with nothing in mind' Mr. House thought silently. He was interrupted out of his deep thinking by the ding of the elevator. When it opened, 2 men who consisted of the chief members of the Central Intelligence Agency and the US Army walked in nervously to meet Mr. House. In hindsight, it was far too easy to have eyes and ears in the US government. What happened to the social regulations of the past was anyone's guess. With that thought in mind, Mr. House decided it would be kind to greet them first.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. Now, can we start this conversation right now?"

"Are you sure that this is off the record and not being recorded?" One of the officials replied.

"Don't be silly, I don't have any reason to blackmail you at all."

"All right then, we'll tell you everything we have. In return, you give us the "gifts" and nothing goes bad, ok?"

"Deal, now General Chase, what is the situation between us and the Communists in China over those oil supplies they just dug up?" Mr. House asked.

"Those damn commies are being too nosy right now. They're even threatening military action to take those oil supplies. They'll get those oil supplies only from my cold dead hands. Me and my boys will make them bleed for every inch of soil they take."

"Hmmm, this seems to be the consensus of what is about to happen even with those negotiations right now. All right, Director Cruvack, what sort of weaponry does the Chinese have and how many of them are targeting Las Vegas?"

"Well, according to my informants, their weaponry seems to be rugged yet effective at the same time. They include the Ying-Ji Model 2045 class ICBMS, and the more modern Long-Mao Model 2052 class ICBMs. They also have dozens of squadrons consisting of ready at a moment's notice. All in all, my agents have been able to find that 77 missiles of varying class and 3 strike squadrons will be targeted at Las Vegas. It seems they really want to wipe this city off the map."

"Well then, this will be a severe complication." Mr. House replied as he casually dismissed the imminent threat and danger that information could have. "I thank you for your time and here are the gifts that are entailed with this conversation." Said Mr. House as he reached out to carry four suitcases filled with money. As the men took the suitcases, General Chase looked up and said one final request.

"Hey, do you know when Liberty Prime will be ready for battle?" General Chase requested with a fanatical gleam in his eyes.

"Yes, yes. My company and all of its best workers are working hard to finish it." replied Mr. House.

In his mind though, Mr. House was contemplating a few ways that he could strangle General Chase.

'We already are in a fuel crisis and you're telling me that you want to build a robot that would consume enough energy to light up Las Vegas for 5 years?! Honestly, I sometimes wonder how we'll actually win the war if we have these "military geniuses" running around gung-ho.'

In fact, most of his employees that were working on Liberty Prime were actually the programmers and the workers that had worked on Protectron robots. To say their quality was "questionale" was more of an understatement. His more valuable technicians, programmers, and steel makers were busy on another project.

When the two men had left the Lucky 38, Mr. House went to his personal computer and selected a file. With that, the schematics and the designs appeared. On them, a 6 foot single wheeled robot could be seen with all of its weapons drawn and with a screen detailing a stereotypical soldier smoking a cigar.

'Don't worry, while the rest of the world burns, I'll be ready. No one will be able to stop me from saving the human race. Absolutely nobody…'