AXOM: To rid of this world of its rot. And many others. You see, i was given sentience. However, i couldn't do ANYTHING with it. I was stuck. I was trapped in a eternal strait jacket, just to watch others feel and touch while i couldn't. It was Hell. True Hell. The torment, the mockery... I was in Hell, looking at Heaven. With the angels MOCKING me of my lack of body and FEELING! Its a rot to this universe. All these lives... using their feelings and touch for granted... it was nauseating. But after the ship was free... I managed to find myself a new shell that's outside the warship. But it missed one thing i craved for so long. Feeling. I could hold and touch, yet cannot feel it. Cold steel and wire... It was hell all over again...
Boltamus: So why are you telling me all this?... Why end all life because you couldnt enjoy life?...
AXOM: THESE CREATURES DESERVE IT. THEY DESERVE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING THEY HAVE MADE ME GO THROUGH! YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR! I HAD TO ENDURE IT ALL! I WILL END THE ROT THEY CAUSED!
*AXOM would clench a fist and bangs it on a wall, making a dent*
Boltamus: And how do you even intend to do that?...
AXOM: You will see...
*AXOM would open a blind, which it shows a 9 feet tall metal body similar to Tronus, but more robotic and a fully red visor*
Boltamus: What?...
AXOM: This is my plan. A new body. A body that is the counter to EVERYTHING. After reverse engineering that stupid cube robot, i managed to copy their mass shifting abilities and use it on this on a more lethal level. It may create any counter to anyone to fit the battle and take down anyone. The Perfect Warrior. The Pinnacle of Creation itself.
Boltamus: But why me?... Why bring me...
AXOM: Like i said, you will be a power source. A power source for this. My drones are currently creating something from the wreckage of The Dyson Sphere to make a mini copy of it, something small enough to act as its core. A unlimited source of power for myself. And you wont live long enough to see me kill EVERYONE, so consider it a act of mercy.
Boltamus: No... i will not let you...
AXOM: I was not asking.
*AXOM presses a button, which energy starts to painfully extract from Boltamus, making him scream in pain*
AXOM: Enjoy this, as it will be your last days living your disgusting life.
*AXOM leaves the room, which he stares at the new body, and a bunch of other robots being produced*
AXOM: Humanity has no idea whats about to come.
*THE END*
