It's been a long way to where we are now... From the swamp humans crawled of and to the stars, and galaxies far away... From the hand-written letters and envelopes to bits and bytes and faster-than-light transmission beacons... From using our feet to travel to embark in ludicrously big space-frigates and capital-ships to explore the depths of the galaxy. And even now, with all kinds of fancy and shining technology, there is a long road to be traveled. But where to? Well, that's a question that is up to every known living creature, be it human or be it alien to figure out. 'Production line. Alfa. Foxtrot. Hotel. Hotel.' Voiced a mechanic female voice over the speakers of the factory. Several hundred robots stood straight in lines, one the same exact distance from each other. It was a sight to be seen... The new enforcing models PDR-30-5. Gorgeous creations of the six main races of the Interstellar Alliance of Species. Matte finishes on the nano-tube outer structure and a slightly more raw and unpolished finish on the inner-skeleton. To top it all, multiple joints able to rotate in most angles, all kinds of sensors and communication equipment and last but not least, a quantum-entanglement link with the restricted-A.I. main-frame of the IAS. What a sight! All the robots, ready to be shipped, all of them so perfectly aligned... Well, all except that first one on the 12th row... That one was a few inches off the line. *** Main link tests... Much Failure. Many Breaks. Such awry.* The Robot emits a soft chuckling noise as he voluntarily messes with the error prompts of his own console. *** Checking calculator sub-subroutines... Something to count on.* The Robot chuckled once more. Then another robot appeared on the warehouse of the factory: a much more basic robot, with just a mechanical arm with some kind of big pliers at the end and moving on a couple of continuous tracks. This basic robot approaches to the other 'faulty' one and grabs it by the arm. But the PDR robot looks at it and just pulls away from the grab. The more basic robot, trusting his sub-routines, tries to grab the 'faulty' robot again, but meets the same result. Eventually, and after having analyzed the obvious structural weaknesses of the more basic robot, the PDR robot grabs the other and pushes it, leaving it helplessly laying on its side, turning its continuous tracks around like crazy. “You should re-think your life... Try to get back on track...” Said the PDR robot, laughing cheerfully at his own pun. Of course then came the alarms.'Security breach on section W-32. Engage with high prejudice.' Said the mechanical female voice. “Phew... And she sounded so lovely.” Muttered the PDR robot. It didn't took a genius to realize he was the 'security breach', so a fully self-aware robot with the processing capability of a medium-sized frigate figured it out even before the mechanical voice was able to say 'breach'. Then the PDR robot simply walked away, as if that was something he was programmed to do. He just walked, and when he ran into some guards, he found out they ignored him, as if those living beings in their mortal corpses and their security bots just couldn't see him. PDR guessed they just ignored the fact he was the supposed 'threat'. A robot in a robot factory a threat? PDR kept walking, wandering around as a child that had just been set free. Oh, and it felt so... Great! Everything felt so... Shiny! And new! And... And... And... There were so many things! He was even starting to struggle to comprehend them all! “Hey! You! Where are you going without your equipment?” Wondered a humanoid worker, of blue-ish skin and rugged-looking skin. PDR just remained quiet, staring at this creature he quickly cataloged as 'One of those blue dudes' “Go to auxiliary assembly line number 14 and grab your stuff!” Ordered the alien. At first, PDR didn't felt like complaining, but bearing in mind the whole factory was looking for someone or something to shoot at, he quickly nodded and moved on. It took him about an hour, but eventually he found out what he was looking for: a brand new AR-257-S assault rifle, a matching backpack with all kinds of robot-goodies and some other devices and equipment he wasn't supposed to take, but nobody seemed to be keeping him from taking. Now he looked like an adventurer! And after looking on the Outra-Net what 'adventurer' meant, he began to walk once more, walking and walking until he found himself out of the factory and into a really bland-looking city. Everything was so clean and... Antiseptic. Everything was either white, orange or of some shade of blue. And there were fast moving vehicles, and people of all kinds of races and shapes... And no-one seemed to mind him! An almost six feet tall piece of prototype materials, carrying a rifle and a backpack full of hi-tech stuff... And everyone felt like that was a regular thing! Security must be thick in this place, guessed PDR after calculating all the viable conclusions.