House of Metal 36

Ultron upon the Iron throne was a horror story in the making, as far as Tyrion was concerned. To that end, he voiced his concern almost as soon as he saw his friend on it, "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," Ultron replies with a smile, "And I just love this chair."

"That chair belongs to the King of the Seven Kingdoms," Tyrion sighs, and begs, "Please tell me you aren't planning on becoming that?"

"Of course not!" Ultron sounds insulted, "I have no interest in trying to corral an entire continent of inbred morons. One city will be hard enough."

"Which city?" Tyrion asks with a bit of dread

"This one, of course," Ultron smiles

"And how do you intend to claim the city?"

"I've already claimed it! The peasants love me, the lords fear me, and the small council answers to me."

"So you called this meeting?"

"Indeed I did."

"What will be the topic of discussion?"

"Glad you asked! We need to figure out a way to surrender that gives me control of the city without having to kill two armies."

"You really think you could defeat both forces?" Tyrion asks, disbelieving

"Of course I could," Ultron waves a hand dismissively, "It took a force more powerful than the Seven to stop me from destroying my home planet. You, Bronn, Clegane, entire armies couldn't hope to match even one of their power. And it was only together that they were able to beat me."

The golem gives a quick smile and concludes, "So yes, I think I could utterly destroy either King's army if I so chose."

"As impressive as that is," Varys notes in his soft voice, "I believe the question remains, why do you want the city?"

Ultron leans back in his throne, saying, "I need a base of operations from which to advance your culture."

"Advance how?"

"Where I am from, it was called the industrial revolution," Ultron describes, "A period of significant technological advancement."

"And what is so important about an industrial revolution?" Bronn asks, careful to say the term slowly so he doesn't mess it up.

Ultron just smiles, "Nothing you need to worry about, you'll be long dead by the time any real change gets made."

Bronn raises an eyebrow, "An' what do you mean by that?"

"I mean that the chances of me jumpstarting advancement for another hundred years are slim," Ultron tells him, "First, I need to break religion, then add a dash of philosophy, then let it simmer. Only then will the population be able to grasp what technology has to offer!"

Bronn nods, mollified that Ultron probably didn't plan on killing him.

"So what shall we do, M'Lord?" Varys asks Ultron after a minute.

"Send some Ravens out to detail the change in management," Ultron tells him, "Oh, and make sure that Martell is gone."

"Do you not like the Prince?" Tyrion asks, having grown fond of the man himself, and with Ultron's statement, grown scared for his safety

"He reminds me too much of my creator."

"Ah," Tyrion nods, trying not to think on that too much.