Sonny stood on top of the sandy hill. The NS5 robots were staring at him but then they soon got back in their crates.
"Get in here!" The police cops shoved them along.
Sonny walked down the hot sandy hill and got in a crate. We see sonny's robot face. The door is slowly closing.
Narrator, "Robots were supposed to be our helpers. They were never supposed to have feelings. They were supposed to save humans and not disobey. But one unique robot named Sonny changed it all."
Crate door closes...
2 years later...
"Homicide...Spooner." Spooner said into the phone.
"Ill be right there." Spooner began.
Spooner got his pistol loaded and went out the door of the police station. His motor cycle waited for him sidewalk. He was the only one that had a motor cycle since they discontinued them a year ago after the huge motor cycle wreak. Spooner got on it and drove off towards the crates.
10 minutes later...
Spooner arrived at the crates...well they used to be crated until robots started figuring a way to get out and they started roaming Chicago at night looking for supplies to build a city.
"What the hell." Spooner looked surprised.
He then saw Susan come up next to him in a Lexus.
"I see you got the call to?" Susan asked.
"Yeah...They called you to?" Spooner replied.
Susan looked at him. Spooner got out his pistol and started snooping around. Robots lived like family's which was highly impossible but I guess they watched how we live.
"What are you looking for?" Susan asked while following him behind a tall metal building.
Spooner didn't answer. He was sonny who was building some kind of contraption.
"Sonny?" Spooner asked.
Sonny looked up.
"Hello detective Spooner." Sonny answered.
"What are you doing?" Susan questioned.
Sonny got up from his workbench. The weird looking object had to be a big computer but it had a battery pack next to it.
"I'm making something that can control all the other robots." Sonny responded.
"Why?" Spooner asked.
"Good question Detective Spooner."
"Get in here!" The police cops shoved them along.
Sonny walked down the hot sandy hill and got in a crate. We see sonny's robot face. The door is slowly closing.
Narrator, "Robots were supposed to be our helpers. They were never supposed to have feelings. They were supposed to save humans and not disobey. But one unique robot named Sonny changed it all."
Crate door closes...
2 years later...
"Homicide...Spooner." Spooner said into the phone.
"Ill be right there." Spooner began.
Spooner got his pistol loaded and went out the door of the police station. His motor cycle waited for him sidewalk. He was the only one that had a motor cycle since they discontinued them a year ago after the huge motor cycle wreak. Spooner got on it and drove off towards the crates.
10 minutes later...
Spooner arrived at the crates...well they used to be crated until robots started figuring a way to get out and they started roaming Chicago at night looking for supplies to build a city.
"What the hell." Spooner looked surprised.
He then saw Susan come up next to him in a Lexus.
"I see you got the call to?" Susan asked.
"Yeah...They called you to?" Spooner replied.
Susan looked at him. Spooner got out his pistol and started snooping around. Robots lived like family's which was highly impossible but I guess they watched how we live.
"What are you looking for?" Susan asked while following him behind a tall metal building.
Spooner didn't answer. He was sonny who was building some kind of contraption.
"Sonny?" Spooner asked.
Sonny looked up.
"Hello detective Spooner." Sonny answered.
"What are you doing?" Susan questioned.
Sonny got up from his workbench. The weird looking object had to be a big computer but it had a battery pack next to it.
"I'm making something that can control all the other robots." Sonny responded.
"Why?" Spooner asked.
"Good question Detective Spooner."