It was morning and the burner of the scrapyard was full underway, filling the sky above the scrapyard with a grey fog. Nea had just gotten to the scrapyard and had crushed a couple small parts on her way through. She greeted the scrapyard owner who eyed her in her blue bodysuit with her brown hair and blue eyes. She didn't mind much although others would have slapped him.

There was a number of defunct robots she had to take apart today. Eventually she could use the parts to make new ones to help out in the scrapyard. To unscrew one screw, the tip of her finger popped off and a drill tip came out. She then used it top loosen the screw. Eventually if she had to, she would cut apart panels with a built in saw or use a laser for the thick parts. Everything was going as routine though. She hoped the others woudl show up soon.

EMERA always woke up an hour before schedule at this time of year, as his internal clock battery was long since dry, so while his CPU can calculate time, it couldn't react to daylight savings changes, and schedule based events had to be manually programmed, and he wasn't programmed for date-based events either. Therefore, even before all the equipment was operational, EMERA was hard at work, digging through piles of metal, cables, hardware scrap and robot guts and was sorting them into various piles to be picked up by other machines to be taken to their respective places all around the scrapyard. Working ahead of schedule gave them lots of work to do.

However, about an hour later, activating on the dot, was the ever so diligent GloBOT. However, despite having a fully functional set of limbs and appendages, his delicate frame was never meant for the movement and transport of scrap materials. But where he lacked in functionality, he made up for in computing power. While there were so many things that were thrown away, they all went to seperate places. Motherboards had to be taken to disassemblers for extracting their gold content, while computers had their own disassemblers to seperate plastic, glass, silver, gold and. A robot's shell usually is made fully of plastic or various metals, while androids may have chemicals used for synthetic skin, and broken parts always had to be sorted by fixed ones. There was no way a robot like EMERA, built for strength, had any room for computers that could examine all the various properties of the junk it found and sort them into hundreds of different piles. However, GloBot, programmed with the ability to identify and sort all kinds of office papers and identify and terminate junk male found this sort of work rather simple.

Thus began their teamwork. One moves stuff while the other identifies it. While GloBot doesn't appreciate EMERA's clumsiness and EMERA finds GloBot annoying, they have made a sort of worker's bond, even though GloBot knew very well it broke the law about being friends with your coworkers, as opposed to being friendly, but neither have really observed it.

Although, something happened that day. As EMERA pulled a hunk of trash out of the mounds of scrap, something unusual among it stuck out. A steel cube, about the size of a rubic's cube. GloBot picked it up to examine it with his visual scanners, identifying it as hallow, but without any other information. GloBot warbled something unintelligible to EMERA, who responded with a moan, not so different from a whale's call. GloBot answered, placing a fist in his hand and narrowing his mechanical eyelid. EMERA responded with a whoop, positioning himself in an attack pose over the cube, while GloBot seemed to have an evil chuckle. Fists together, the hulking machine pounded on the cube, but it deflected his fists. GloBot did a distorted 'Huh?' as the stronger robot continued pounding, until the cube disintegrated into a black dust. The two robots celebrated, feeling rather accolished about the feat of strength obliterating the object, before turning back to work.

However, the dust sat there, but it seemed to move, like a bunch of microscopic ants, as it grew slowly. It was unnoticeable at first, until GloBot stepped in it, the pile, or rather, puddle, being four times it's original size. It clung to GloBot's foot, causing GloBot to start trying to scrape the black goop off with his hand. It struck to his hand, but it didn't come off. EMERA noticed his trouble and attempted to pull the goop off with his magnet, but instead, GloBot stuck to it. It warm led something angerly as EMERA let him off, and instead curiously grabbed the goop with his magnet it being pulled easily.

But then GloBot noticed something; the goop was eating away at his hand and foot. Panicked, the two robots started trying all they could to get it off. EMERA smacked his hand against the ground while GloBot ran around, looking for something to scape the stuff off, wanting to protect his frame. EMERA, panicked, ran into a pile of scrap and started pounding at it, making noise like a robotic Japanese drummer, while GloBot's core loved out from it's frame ad started rolling off, his body blindly trying to chase it. The two robots wreaked havoc as they tried to preserve their parts from the black dust-goop eating away at their material.

"Hello, it is nice for you to stop by." Nea said without taking a look towards the girl who came. Nea noticed some black matter and sighed: "More defunct nanobots. They keep eating up all the metal." Nea then struck the black matter with a laser to which it melted into a sheet of metal. Nea noticed the two bots in the distance panicking. "You two! Come over here. If the nanobots have gotten you, then I will be sure to get rid of them."

Nea then turned to Sarah and said: "Anyways, how are you this morning? For me it seems like most mornings: Disassembling and getting rid of nanobots that attack conventional metals. If I only found the alloy most of my body was made up, I could make those two nanobot resistance. But the alloy is harder to find than natural platinum."

GloBot, getting a sense of his bearings, guided his body to the human (as far as he was concerned), but his walking was a little unsteady, as his head wasn't connected and his foot was shortened slightly, making him like a wobbily chair. EMERA jogged his way over more quickly and obediently, picking up both pieces of GloBot on the way, with the magnet that wasn't being transformed on the molecular level into more molecular construction nanobots.

After EMERA dropped the GloBot in front of the human mechanic, the two readily waited to be treated, hovering like two children waiting to be treated for bee stings. With immediate treatment, EMERA would be fine, with only a slightly warped hand, but GloBot would end up with a limp and barley even a finger. Though, fortunately, his core was safe.

There are very very many parts you have to have to make a robot. Kind of like humans., except, a lot more complicated.. Isabella jotted down onto her journal, holding a burnt out piece of CPU between her legs. But the the most important parts are the ones that help computers think, like the CPUs. CPU's are like the Left side of a brain, and help computers with language and knowledge. Today, I'm going to try and find a left side of a computer's brain, that controls it's emotions and personality! Wish me luck~ Isabella placed her pen in between the pages and closed her journal. She placed it and the CPU board in a slot in her backpack, zipped it up and got ready to do just as she wrote.

Isabella wasn't afraid to get her hands a little dirty while trying to find unused computer chips. Though, she was afraid to meet an actually alive one. She had heard so many rumors about the robots at junk yard, how they might start a rebellion and take over the world. Of course, even to her, this didn't sound very realistic because it would go against one of the Robot laws. Though, Isabella just wants to make sure, just so, you know, she can hide in her basement before it all begins.

Isabella had just found a curious little packet of computer chips, hardly even opened. She couldn't read what it said, but she was sure she could figure it out at home. Just as she was putting it away, she began to hear... mumbling? Oh no, that wasn't it. A giant machine came jogging by before you could say "Hide!" Isabella crouched down quickly behind a pile of organized scraps, and was just barely small enough to be concealed. Her heart raced at the thought of being smashed in an instant, but, it seemed as if she wasn't noticed. She couldn't see very well, but it sounded like it was far off now. She came out of concealment a little and saw it joining up with another and two... Humans? Isabella tilted her head a little, curious of this. What were they all doing? It looked like one was treating the two robots. Isabella placed her hand on the scrap pile to give her some support, but it was unbalanced and a few sheets fell off and clanged into another. Isabella gasped and was up and out of there in a second, thinking it might be better to just go home early today.

"What is your reason for your presence in this area?"

Isabella froze almost instantly at the mechanical voice, to which she once thought was human. She had hardly any time to turn and guess how the thing had moved so fast from place to place, but it was made perfectly clear by the point of her sword that Isabella was caught. "I-I.. I.. W-w..." The poor little thing stuttered, trying to regain a firm understatement on what was happening. Her eyes drifted up to the Android's face, and for a moment, she seemed fine. Then like ice falling into a pitcher of hot water, she cracked and began bursting with apologies. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I-I didn't...! " She cried, covering her mouth and trying to keep the blade as far from her cheeks as possible."I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." Her mind began racing with all kinds of possibilities. "I didn't mean to, Please don't..don't..." She drifted off, before finally falling over to the side and fainting.

While Nea used a laser to melt the nanobots on EMERA and GloBot to finally scrape the layer of metal off, there was a crash of metal in the distance. Nea shrugged it off as it occasionally happened in the scrapyard. She began constructing a new leg for GloBot when Sarah came and said her name. "What is it Sarah?" She then looked around the scrapyard and noticed an unconscious girl in the distance. Nea sighed and said: "Sarah, what did you do? Scare visitors shitless?" Nea finished attaching a new leg to GloBot and then wandered over to the girl. She looked and the girl and then poked her. "Doesn't look like shes a cyborg or an android and if then she would be a damn well concealed one. Seems like she fainted. Sarah you must be more careful. Don't always threaten visitors with your sword, unless you spot them carrying a weapon themselves. Okay?"

".....unless you spot them carrying a weapon themselves. Okay?"
Isabella came to consciousness to the sound of those words. Her eyes flickered around for a moment, observing and attempting to remember. Her eyes fell onto the woman with the sword and her panicking immediately resumed.

"N-no, wait! Y-you can't kill me yet!" Isabella pleaded. "I didn't do anything..! I.. I... I have to go home.." Isabella was near passing out again, but with the thought that Androids were going to eat out her brains if she didn't stay awake, she stayed conscious. Izzy placed the palm of her hand on her forehead and tried not to convince herself she was still knocked out or something, anything to keep from loosing what was left of her cool. "I-I didn't.. I didn't know.." She took one last look around at the robots before decided to keep quiet.

EMERA, after getting laser-washed of the tiny monstrosities watched curiously and intentively as Nea made the repairs on GloBot, barely understanding how it even worked. Once GloBot got the new leg installed onto his frame, he placed his core back in it and started testing it. It worked about as well, possibly even better than his last leg. It was a bit denser and could have used oiling, but it was more durable than his original, something he would need in the scrapyard.

The two were about to start celebrating and head back to work, when they saw the guard android bring a human over. EMERA brought his face close to it's feet, perhaps a little too close, narrowing in on it like a banana peel in a pile of scrap metal. GloBot stood next to it's head, trying to stand on his toes, unable to gain a good visual point due to his small stature. GloBot used to encounter many humans all the time until his new employment, but EMERA rarely came in contact besides coworkers that may or may not have had augmentations on them. Both of them spoke in their own indistinguishable ways, with a clear confused tone.

"Good to hear that you have recognized a false action. Now to this girl." Nea said. She turned to the girl and said: "Love, what's you name. You don't have to be afraid. I wont do anything to you." Nea was always calm and took a friendly stance towards most visitor unless they proved to be hostile. No one would want to know how she was when she was angry and without doubt she would win in a fight with a normal human and most cyborgs, even if they had weapons. Often people wouldn't know whether she was a cyborg or an android but she was a cyborg as she was human in mind although he brain consisted of nanites making her completely electro-mechanical in body.

Isabella took a few seconds listening and watching the other two robots observe her. One was the one she saw from earlier, giant and frightening. It came a little too close to her feet and she flinched away, almost glaring at it. That at the least got her attention off of the situation, for a moment.

Nea brought the awareness back again. "My name? It's... I-Isabella. My.." Isabella hesitated for a moment, but when on ahead. "My dad works here. I was just.. just.. exploring." she responded, sniffles interrupting her explanation. "I-I didn't mean to. Please don't tell him.." Isabella was getting a bit curious if weather or not these two were human. She knew for fact that the other two in the back weren't, but... At this point, she'd rather be caught by something that couldn't expose where she went off to rather than something that could. If these women wouldn't kill her, her father might.

"So Isabella. Your father works here? What does he do here? If I find it fine that you are here, he should too." Nea said. Even the owner was careful with Nea out of particular fears. Nea suddenly got a message. It was about the news for this morning. Another murder had occured just early this morning in a suburb not far from the scrapyard. The owner came running to them, holding a holographic tablet saying: "You see this? We need to be careful. The killer could be hiding in the scrapyard." "He can't be here. I go through the entire scrapyard each day and at eight square kilometers, the scrapyard is still of managable size." Nea said.

"But that they have a surveillance video of the murder with a silhouette dismembering a person without a clearly visible weapon and then cutting a policeman down the middle might spark widespread fear in the area. The reporter said that even the policemans gun was cleanly cut in half. The weapon could be an ultra sharp cutting tool or even a laser." Nea continued. The owner then said: "Then I will need you here to guard and maybe her (Sarah) too." "I live in the scrapyard, don't you remember? I have an apartment made up of four shipping containers here." Nea replied.

Sarah nodded and bowed. "I apologize for not doing a good enough job, sir." That was pretty normal, she was used to being the subordinate. "I shall modify my schedule to allow more patrol time. What is the protocol should one of us encounter a suspect, sir?" Formal as always when in the presence of the owner. Sarah constantly asks herself why she doesn't just go rouge herself, but she has goals, simple, abstract goals that she herself doesn't fully understand, but goals nonetheless, and none of them include her killing random civilians, as far as she could figure out.

"Well if you encounter the suspect, just subdue him so that we can turn him over to the police." The boss said. Nea then said: "If the suspect is a cyborg, I would rather want to take him apart to get the parts." "You shouldn't." The boss said. Then Nea answered: "Well it isnt the first time a cyborg has gone on a killing spree. And the media had nicknames for them: The Crusher, the Twister, the Headhunter etc. It sort of interests me but sadly they lacked the intellect to hide a pattern. This one must be smart since you can't be a step ahead of him."

EMERA watched as the others spoke of talk that was absolutely alien to him, but GloBot glared at him as if to call him 'a dumb twit' and continued to translate what they were saying into more simple terms that even a moron could understand (if they could understand GloBot's broken speech which sounded like gibberish unless you could pick up the radio signals he put out) which translated to "Something's causing trouble and needs to be turned into scrap." EMERA, understanding what that entailed, got up on two legs and pounded the ground, to make his big hulking pressence even more menacing.

GloBot, to draw attention to himself, climbed up on Nea's work bench, and clearing it's nonexistent throat, he began to list off all kinds of tasks he could preform, more technical things such as surveillance an whatnot, but no human would ever have any idea what he was actually saying, it's voice not being anything more than warbling and squawking of which sounded absolutely nonsensical to under-equipped audio processors. Nonetheless, he listed his abilities with pride.

Sarah watched GloBot and EMERA's attempt to be more helpful with a look of amusement, then giggled. "I don't think they understand you, GloBot." She said her body relaxing. "But If you spoke in Morse code, I could interpret for you." She changed back to normal vision, having no need to see in the form of heat any more. Her emotions came for only a few seconds, as she spoke the second sentence, her stance and voice returned to her normal, emotionless self.