sockrocker04

It was a seemingly dark day, the dark clouds in the distance predicting either HUGE dust storms or the deadly storms that plagued the atmosphere. Inside the Axiom, robots were just starting to get up and get into their daily rituals. Auto mumbled in his charging station, twisting on his bed as his mind swirled with thoughts as dark as the storm clouds in the distance. In his restless dreams, he saw dark figures, familiar ones, that loomed over him holding claws, whips, and lazers. One of the beings pounced and sliced through Auto's hard drive and he woke up. His first notice was that he couldn't sit up. The second, was the reason why. The ot