((A/N: Here we go, a rewrite. You guys are right, this shit's kinda wack. I mean, beating team RWBY first try with basically no issues? Man oh man that is insanely cringe. I'll make you proud, Sponge, and make Paul as based and robotpilled as possible. Also, I'm gonna make the system a lot more cold than the one in NG+))

(POV: ?, Earth)

It'd started as a normal night out, y'know? Go out with the fellas- with the boys, even, to get some drinks, drive around town and enjoy the night life, have a good time in the city.

It started going to shit when our designated driver flaked on us. No real biggie here, just kinda annoying. I took up the mantle of driver for the night, cause I thought I was one of those drunks that drove better under the influence.

That was my first mistake.

We went barhopping, going from place to place, draining our wallets dry. It was payday tomorrow, so who really gave a shit? Not us, that's for sure, we were just focused on cramming as much food as we could in our mouths, drinking enough alcohol to put an old irishman to shame, maybe pick up a girl or two.

That, was our second mistake.

I and the 5 others that came with stumbled out of a dinky little hole in the wall, some of us still chewing on whatever greasy, shit food was available in that sad little place. We all hopped into the car, laughing, joking, smiling all the way as I insert the keys in the ignition, revving the beater rental to life.

And that, was our third mistake. 3 strikes, and we're out.

After that, it's all... a blur. I vaguely recall some witty one-liner, and... buckets of blood, but... nothing else. I can only assume we crashed...

Time of death: 1:24 A.M

(POV: Assembly Line, Atlas Facility)

...

A jolt of electricity surges through my mind, jolting me awake with a pang of pain. 'AARGH! FUCK!' I try to look around, to see what the fuck did that... but I can't see anything. Not even darkness, it's just... nothing. Blind man nothing.

{Unit Activated.}

{Serial number: 88-1125-6627.}

{Designation: Beacon Academy Automated Training Unit.}

The... concepts of these words resound in my head, sounding more like my own inner monologue than anything I've ever actually physically heard. 'Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you talking abooOUARRRGHH!' I'm shocked yet again, stabbed with an electric pain through what feels like my ribs. Suddenly, I'm able to hear. I hear machinery, grinding, cutting, smashing and shaping... where am I?

{Programming Inserted.}

New Perks gained.

[Combat Knowledge] (Tier 1)
Knowledge on how to fight. You have Basic knowledge on all forms of combat.

[Marksmanship] (Tier 1)
Knowledge on how to shoot. You have Basic aiming abilities.

{To Protect Unit Consciousness, Perks Have Been Granted.}

[Evacuation]
If your Unit is scrapped, you will relocate consciousness into a different Unit.

[Repair]
Knowledge on how to repair mechanical items. You have Basic knowledge on how to repair items, including your Unit

My mind is flooded with more of these abstract concepts, entirely confusing me with everything that's happening. 'Stop- stop! Slow down! What's happening!? Where am I, damn it?!' I feel another jolt of pain, and I suddenly gain the feeling in my limbs. I try to move immediately after... but I can't. I feel restricted, like I'm prohibited from even thinking about moving.

The confusion doesn't end there, however, as I feel my limbs move on their own, performing... calibration? Quality check? It's... I don't understand. It's like there's another mind in here with me! It's driving me fucking insane! Once calibration is passed, my vision is restored.

I can finally get a look around! I take in as much information as I possibly can, just staring at everything. I see.. pipes. I see electronics, robotic arms assembling things, conveyor belts, pistons and other shit like that. 'What...?' I look down with my limited sight, only being able to catch a slight glimpse of my own chest. It's... it's...! It's metal! It's angular, with a number on it! What?! 'No. No, no, no, don't- don't tell me... this can't be happening! It's impossible! I'm... I'm a robot?!'

I look kind of goofy, actually. Judging by the fact that I'm moving forward without moving my legs, I can only assume I'm on a conveyor belt, too. 'OWWW!' Another jab.. I've finally identified what it is, at least. It's the robotic arms, slowly piecing me together, bit by bit. I guess I only got my senses back cause my... electronics or whatever got wired up.

'I can't be a robot. I can't be. It's fucking ridiculous, this... this- this has to be a dream. Just a wild coma dream, right?! I got into a car crash, I have to be in a fucking fever dream!' I'm promptly snapped out of my denial by another arm welding a panel onto my frame, bringing the same pain with it as the last few times. 'Ow... no... that... really hurts. That really. Fucking. Hurts. Stop it!'

As if directly mocking me, or spiting me, two arms at once come and weld more damn plates onto me. Everytime something's welded to me, it feels like I'm being burnt by acid. How long is this damn assembly line?!

An hour. That's how long it took me to get down the entirety of the hellish conveyor belt. Oh, but of course, I'm still not allowed to move. I can only stand perfectly as a statue as a large claw picks me up and drops me in a shipping container.

More and more robots are dropped in, slowly but surely turning me into just another featureless face among the crowd, just a number. 'This can't be real... it can't be... let me move! Wait- no, that'd be a bad idea. I'd be considered defective then, wouldn't I? Then I'd get recycled? Or... not? I don't know what this place is, aaagh!' I'm slowly but surely falling into a mix of deep confusion and a bit of despair.

As soon as the last row of robots is set into the container and secured via god-knows-what means, the doors are closed, submerging all of the robots- including myself- in darkness. Total darkness. 'I'm not a fucking product! Hey!' ... 'Oh, my god, I have no mouth. I literally have no mouth and I feel like I need to scream.'

It doesn't matter how hard I struggle, how hard I try and thrash against whatever god damned bindings are forcing me to stand still as a statue, I don't feel like I'm making any progress.

I guess... I guess it's just a matter of waiting, then. For what? I don't know... The "concepts" from before said I was designated to be some training unit. Is that what I am? Just something to spar against and eventually break?

No. I'm not. 'I'll find a way to get out of this shitty situation. Then... then I'll try and get some help to get a mouth, or a new body, something! I refuse to just be some object to be broken and fixed!' I thrash some more against my mental restraints, trying to just brute-force my way through. 'I'm not a robot, I'm a human you motherfuckers!' I rage in silence at my shitty situation. No matter what I go through, I'll get through this mess.

'I'll find a way. I always do; I always will.'

Calming down, I take some time to analyze my situation. Maybe I need to `pick` whatever's keeping me still? I have time to find out. I just fuck around a bit to find out.

((A/N: Okay, a tiny little first chapter for you guys. I'm thinking maybe making the situation a little darker for Paul? More confusion and shit, to contrast Neco's relatively soft landing. Aside from that, I just wanna know if this is better than the first episode of the first iteration, or if you guys would like something more light-hearted.))