Prologue

It was night in the desert and the multicolored sand was releasing its heat after a long hot day, with multicolored lights glowing from the sand and the occasional noise of chemical explosion echoing in the air. In the mid 20XX before the existence of robots, toxic waste had become a major problem for the newly reindustrialized countries of Post world war three. Along with the normal pollution that had started saturating the earth decades before there had also been a lot of other war related toxins that proved difficult to destroy. The scientists of the Second Rainbow, who were working on repairing the most extensive damage of world war three, had never really gotten any kind of solution on the toxic crises and so had agreed to bury it temporarily in one of the most desolate places on earth: The Ukrainian Desert(created during the second phase of the war). This went so well that, after the Second Rainbow had finished it purpose, the industrial countries´ had not only not dug the chemicals up to get rid of them completely, as the Second Rainbow had assumed they would, but rather added much more of their own industrial strength toxic waste for "storage" until better (read: less expensive) means of disposal was discovered. After several years of this the first barrels started leaking and seeping to the surface, coloring the sand with all the shades of the rainbow, and before anybody could do anything to stop it, the former safe (if hot) area had become so toxic that no living thing could come anywhere near the area without special suits and only a madman would live in the toxic radioactive hell that had been created (which in fact attracted its current resident). There was only one building there now, although it was fairly large for a building, a castle in fact, stylishly made and insulated against all natural hazards by the latest in technology...
Well stylish if you happen to have a fetish for skulls, turrets and strange pointy things, as this castle's residential madman apparently had.
His name was Albert J. Wily and he was currently resting between attempting to take over the world, creating robots of mass destruction and destroying his nemisis.
But not all the beings in the fortress were resting. One in particular was moving quickly through the fortress, moving past security cameras and guard drones without making so much as single sound. This uninvited guest moved from shadow to shadow, ever moving closer to the center of the compound until he finally stopped at a worn old wooden door. After briefly inspecting the doorway, and disconnecting certain innocent looking wires, it soundlessly entered the dimly lit room and looked around.
He never stopped being amazed at how little space Wiley really needed as the room was a lot less than a percentage of the whole castle. It was suspiciously empty of everything he normally expected to find in such spaces (probably because it was newly made). Having only a small work bench in the middle which happened to be occupied by somebody, a small portable kitchen, a door to a bathroom and a bed inbuilt in the wall. The uninvited guest looked around and seeing no guards anywhere or detecting any disturbances he proceeded towards the figure in black armor that lay on the table.
He almost tripped over Wily who was fast asleep in his clothes on the floor but managed to catch himself in time and stepped past him.
The being on the table appeared to be a tall humanoid robot armed in black armor over spider steel chain shirt. He had a large blue gem in the middle of his breastplate and another in his strange snake like helmet which lay beside him. Gold lines lay across his upturned shoulder guards and along the fins of the helmet. His face which had the same cold perfection as a statue (and most other robots) with purple hair framing the face and strange purple kohl like markings under his eyes.
Satisfied this was what he was looking for. The guest took out a small bag and laid it on the table; from it he took a small surgically sharpened knife and cut three small but deep cuts into the androids upper neck. The guest then took some small pliers and extracted three triangular computer chips from the cuts and took them in its left hand and crushed them into fine white powder. With the other hand he took out three seemingly identical chips and installed them into the holes it had made. When he finished the guest took out a small torch and melted the pieces of synthetic skin he had cut together again.
Before walking out he stopped as he saw Wily lying on the floor, and grumbling to himself, carried him to his bed and pulled the sheet over him.
After surveying the room for the last time for anything he had dropped he calmly walked out, shutting off the light as he did so(knowing that Wily wouldn't notice either way) and left like the shadow he was.