The Züber driver drove through the twisted roads of the mountain side. Michael was going through the Tripod manual he was given before he left earth. For such an advanced civilization their Tripods are weak without its original parts. These Tripods were modified so that they won't pollute the land and air so the humans had to get rid of the power generators and replace them with solar power panels. As for the heat Ray, the humans kept the design and everything but made it so that the ray itself can damage the ground.

The Züber driver turned left with the winding road and revealed the Construction Site. The top half of the mountain to Michael's right was half destroyed. That must be where the Space Terminal will be built. The valley in between the mountains were for the Tripods to park. Michael focused on the parked Tripod in the valley. It's legs were fully bent, allowing the cockpit on barely touch the ground. The Züber driver stopped at the fence gate that surrounded the whole construction yard. "Have a good one, boss." The driver said. "Thank you." Michael replied as he got out. Michael headed to the fence gate and entered the yard.

The feint sound of Tripod engines filled the area. It was very soothing like background noise to help people sleep. Michael headed towards the parked Tripod, which was the one that required assistance. From there he found the Tripod pilot and a couple other construction workers. Half of the construction workers were the anthropomorphic animals on this planet. "Good afternoon, gentlemen!" Michael called out. The workers all waved back. The Tripod pilot walked towards Michael and began walking with him.

"Thank goodness you're here." The Pilot thanked. "You know Gabriel will throw a fit if one of these won't work."

"Understandable. We have the ability to clone materials but Gabriel will start shit with anyone." Michael replied.

"The sad truth, unfortunately. Anyways, the Tripod Ray works fine but it's not producing any... ray." The pilot tried to explain.

"I know what you mean. What I want you to do is start up the Tripod and extend that ray down to me." Michael instructed. The Pilot replied and jogged to the Fighting Machine. "Paul." Michael called. Paul emerged from his station, awaiting a command. "Activate Revive Method." Michael commanded. Paul nodded. At the top of Michael's vision, a banner appeared with the words sliding from the right to the left:

"Notice: Revive Method active. Revives available: 2"

The Tripod engine powered on and the machines inner working began to function. The cockpit emitted a continuous sound like gears are turning and chains are pulling. The Pilot moved the Tripod destruction ray towards Michael. Michael then viewed its external parts. "Arm is intact." Michael said to himself. "The ray connector isn't loose. The ray itself doesn't seem to have any exterior damage." Michael thought it was really weird that the ray isn't working. Yet, he hasn't seen the Tripod fire the ray. He called out to the pilot. "Hey, can you fire the ray towards the ground? I just want to see what happens." The pilot moved on of the tripod tentacles and moved it up and down to say "ok".

Michael turned to the anthropomorphic workers behind him. "Y'all May wanna cover your ears." Michael warned. "It's loud for us but it may be deafening, maybe even ear bleeding, for y'all." The anthropomorphic workers covered their ears and Michael turned back around. He gave a thumbs up to the Pilot. The sound of the ray starting up was like a siren on a police car from hell. The ray began to glow a greenish white. Although Michael wasn't scared, he felt kinda off. Could it be because the heat Ray was too close? Perhaps. "Oh crap." Michael said to himself as he saw the group of anthropomorphic workers standing 50 feet away. What Michael found out was he was standing right in front of the rays path. Before Michael could run, the ray went off.

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"Thanks again for showing me around." Sierra said as she got out of Cassidys car. "Anytime, Sierra." Cassidy said cheerfully.

During the trip, Cassidy took Sierra through Sahara Strip. Sahara Strip was the main road in Sahara Square. Along the road were shops with various items. These items ranged from fashionable clothing to pawn shops with numerous items. Sadly Sierra didn't have money on her but good thing they came across some help wanted signs on the way. One was at a clothing store called "East 94". It was a popular store for teens and older and was a place Sierra often shopped at. Sierra entered the store and talked about the sign outside and the manager quickly offered an interview on the spot. It took her a lot of effort but Sierra was hired. She was very happy.

Sierra walked towards her home and Cassidy parked in her drive way. "Call me sometime, Sisi." Cassidy said to Sierra, calling Sierra by her nickname "Sisi" (see-see). Sierra waved with her hand and entered her house. Once inside, she placed her purse on the kitchen table and sat on the couch in the living room. Larry sat on the other couch, watching the news. "Hey, dear. How was your little date?" Larry joked. Sierra knew he was kidding but still felt embarrassed. "Just a stroll through town. Nothing special." Sierra replied. "Good to hear, kiddo." Larry responded.

"Sarmotti is coming to live with us." Larry said to bring up another topic. Sierra placed down her phone. "Sarmotti? Didn't we take him to that retirement home in Savannah Central?" Larry nodded his head. "We did but things aren't so great there. Sarmotti talked with your mother about the service there. Kate hates to see her father in such poor conditions so we are letting him stay here." Sierra looked down and nodded. She was excited to see Sarmotti again but she hates to see him and dad fight. "I thought you hated him." Sierra wondered.

Larry sat up and looked at Sierra. "I do. I just don't wish any mistreatment on a single soul. You know me, goofy, lazy, and not a good role model to follow. But like that one person said: 'Professionals have standards.'" Sierra smiled and picked up her phone. "Well I hope you two will get along when he comes." Sierra said as she got up. Larry nodded as he laid back down. "Same here, kiddo." He said. Sierra walked upstairs and entered her room.

Knock knock

"Come in." Sierra authorized. It was Kate who opened the door. "How was your day?" Kate asked Sierra. Sierra sat on her bed. "It was great! Cassidy brought me to East 94 and they hired me on the spot." Kate smiled and hugged Sierra. "My little girl is growing up so fast." Sierra embraced the hug for exactly three seconds. In Sierra's eyes any hug her parents give her should be three seconds. A hug longer than three seconds will feel weird. After three seconds, Sierra loosened up to notify Kate that she doesn't want to hug no more. "Come on, mom, I'm twenty." Sierra said as she sat back on her bed.

"Now don't get mad at me," Kate said to Sierra. "I met the human next door." Sierra didn't show it but she felt a slight fire flare up inside her head. "What?" She asked her mother. "I met the human." Kate reiterated. Sierra felt mad at her mother for seeing the human so early. He just moved in yesterday and now he is being bothered by his neighbours. "Well... how was he?" Sierra asked. Kate sat down next to Sierra. "He was friendly." Kate answered. "I gave him a basket of fruits and he accepted it gratefully." Sierra nodded and the little flare in her head began to extinguish.

"I met his robotic friend." Kate said. "He's scary at first but very friendly once you get past the scary parts." Although the flare of anger extinguished in Sierras head, she was still upset with her mother. She wanted to be the first one to meet the human. For once she wanted to feel special instead of being left out. Sierra will meet the human tomorrow, for sure. Hopefully no one will get in the way. The human sounded quite friendly so the both of them will definitely have a friendly greeting.

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Revive Method Activated... please stand by...

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Brain... confirmed

Vital organs... confirmed

Limbs... confirmed

Bones, muscles, skin... confirmed

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Confirmation successful. Loading last body save point...

Michael appeared out of thin air with pixel-like objects loading in parts of his body. One second passed and he fell to the ground. He looked up at the clear blue sky, the sun was just about to hide behind one of the mountains. Paul hovered into Michael view, his screen fading from dark purple to his default black screen. "Michael!" Paul said in a worried tone. "Speak to me, baby!" Some of the anthropomorphic workers looked at Michael just like Paul. Michael groaned. "What the fuck just happened?" Michael questioned. "Felt like I got hit by a nuke..." Paul and the anthropomorphic animals looked at each other. "Y-yeah." One of the animals said. "A ray-like nuke..." Michael lifted his head a little and found the Tripod Destruction Ray pointing right at him 10 feet away.

"...Paul." Michael said in a low tone.

"Buddy?" Paul responded.

"Put me on the comms of that Tripod." Michael commanded as he pointed at the Tripod cockpit.

Paul nodded and tuned Michael's speakers to the Tripod comms.

"Michael. I-" the Pilot said.

"Why the fuck did you point the ray guns at me?!" Michael yelled.

"I wasn't thinking straight."

"Ooooo I wasn't thinking straight. Ooooo. Oh shut up, retard."

The pilot didn't speak another word. Michael sighed.

"I'm sorry." Michael apologized. "Look. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You were just doing what I said. I should have given you clearer instructions. Now I shall tell you what you should do with the ray. I think there is something wrong with it but we can't just waste money on a new ray. Gabriel will have our asses on the wall. So I say we keep on going and if it is truly malfunctioning I will order new rays and transport them to you. Understood?" The pilot moved the cockpit up and down. "Good." Michael responded.

Michael turned to the workers who showed no emotion but looked tensed up. "I apologize for my intimidating behaviour." Michael apologized. "I hope you all will understand the complexity of these three legged machines and how they can be finicky when manipulated by technology foreign to it." The workers nodded. Some of them returned to their trailers while some of them continued to study the tripod. Michael turned and headed to the Züber pick up zone and stumbled across Joseph who held an alien toolkit. Michael felt frustrated.

"Hey, Mike." Joseph greeted.

"Sup." Michael responded.

"Why so glum, chum?"

"Don't want to talk about it."

"I see... so... what was wrong with the tripod?"

"Man... I think the thing was constipated or something. The ray never moved until the perfect time I was standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT!"

"Shit..."

"Shit. Anyways, have fun with that. Give a check up with them tools you got. I'm gonna relax at base."

"S-sure, dude. See you around."

"Yep."

Michael walked passed Joseph and up to where the Züber was waiting. He got in and told the driver to drive back to the house. Was he too hard on the Tripod Pilot? He didn't think so. It was obviously the pilots fault. Who is stupid enough to point a big ass ray gun at a person without thinking twice? Michael only apologized because he didn't want to cause a scene. Getting injured is a common problem when working with Tripods. Once they malfunction, someone is bound to get squished, squashed, or crunched by the feet of the Tripod. The Züber whizzed through the tunnel and into Sahara Square. Soon, Michael will be home. He will forget about what happened today and rest his overthinking brain.