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Cyborg paced the perimeter of the pink plastic beach, assault rifle in hand, loaded and ready. Her dark hair blew in the ocean breeze and her combat boots crunched as she stepped on the pieces of plastic that made up Point Nemo. This was her daily duty, securing Plastic Beach, and her nighttime shift was just about over. Her orders were simple, keep the island safe from the gang of pirates known as the Black Clouds and make sure the mysterious, gas mask wearing, bogeyman was nowhere close to the beach. A small beeping noise came from within her circuits, letting her know that her shift was over. She turned on the alarm system around the beach and proceeded inside. Once inside she would take the lift down to the blue-haired singer, 2D's, room to confirm that he was still there and had not escaped. She checked the lock, searching for any sign of somebody tampering with it. The lock was fine, just as she had left it last time. The android slung her gun over her shoulder and got back into the lift, taking it up to the study and her master, Murdoc's, secret lair. She proceeded down the steps to the lair, no less than three thousand she recalled. She didn't mind the steps, she never got tired, she just shut down, and she had traveled these steps so many times that it had no effect on her. She entered the smelly den that was filled to the brim with computer screens. She rested one of her guns against the large war table in the middle of the room and stood at attention. "Sir. I have secured the beach and 2D. What do you require of me next?" She stood poised, her metallic spine straight as a rod. Oil leaked from the bullet hole on the right side of her face as she waited for orders.