Day 13 of activity in the unit known as Rock. 12 days since Rock had his first taste of human civilization. If Rock had a word for how the lab compared, it would be boring. Rock knew that human civilization had a lot of interesting things about it, and he would not rest until he found out more.

The night came. From what Rock remembered, Dr. Light and Roll did something called sleeping around this time. Supposedly, Rock also had this feature. He needed to see something of human civilization, so he chose not to employ it yet. He opened the door and exited the house, shutting the door behind him as he left.

The nighttime environment of Monstropolis offered quite a different view then the daytime environment. Walking through the crowds was quite an interesting challenge for Rock, as he was not adjusted to the concentration of walkers. However, Rock had found challenges to be quite fascinating to his processors, and thus adapted quite well.

"Hey," A voice spoke out. Rock turned, and saw a familiar face.

"You're that individual who managed to defeat Roll with a lower-class game character a few days ago," Rock noted, "Nice to see you again."

"Can't seem to get enough of the city, I see," The man replied, "Can't blame you. All this energy and activity, it really is quite an experience. Makes you feel alive."

"Exactly," Rock replied back, "I didn't get to introduce myself. My name is Rock, Rock Light."

"I'm just a guy who's always around," The man replied.

"May I make a query as to why you wanted to play my friend Roll?"

"Oh, just wanted some action."

"Why ProtoFighter, specifically?"

"MegaFighter is one of those games in which even the weak can overcome the strong," The man answered, "Hell, MegaFighter himself is actually the weakest character in the game. Your friend's choice was... flawed, but admirable."

"I see. Some people can make quite interesting forms of entertainment," Rock smirked, "Makes me feel like I belong with people like them."

"As machines, we want to belong," The man replied, turning and leaving. But before he disappeared into the crowds, he turned and threw something at Rock. Rock, noting the projectile, grabbed it in midair. Looking down, Rock identified it as a small USB Flashdrive-like object, with the letter M stamped on. Rock looked up and saw the man had disappeared into the crowds.

When Rock walked home, he saw a small old man standing in front of the door, twiddling his fingers.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Rock asked.

"Oh, you must be Dr. Light's new robot kid!" The old man spoke with an accent that had Rock forcing himself to translate in order to clarify what was being said, "My name is Dr. Albert Wily, your father's assistant."

"Funny. Dr. Light never mentioned you," Rock noted.

"Well, he and I had a little bit of a falling out a few months ago," Wily confessed, "But I assure you that everything's about to be straightened out. Hell, I don't even think he remembers the whole thing and is probably thinking I took a leave of absence."

Dr. Wily pressed the ringer button, and suddenly the two were scanned.

TARGETS IDENTIFIED: Rock – Organization Unit. Dr. Light has been informed of you exiting the house, but has not prepped a suitable punishment. Reason: "Rock has to learn things, so why not actively?"

Rock sighed.

OTHER TARGET IDENTIFIED: Dr. Albert Wily – Former Assistant. Initiating proper response.

Suddenly, a trio of robots that looked like giant mobile salt shakers with tiny sticks attached to the front (one being an eyestalk) charged out of a door near the front door, all repeating the word "EXTERMINATE!"

"AH! DALEKS! MY WORST FEAR!" Wily ran off, the 'Daleks' following behind him, although one fell down the small flight of stairs that led from the front door to the street.

"Huh. Weird," Rock noted, and entered the door.