A lone man in a yellow suit trudged through the streets of an American city. He stood out though for he did not have something over his head. No, he used the classic raincoat to protect himself from the artificial precipitation. Not that anyone would notice as the streets were mostly devoid of souls but of course he turned heads when the few people whom had mechanical umbrellas passed by.

Yuri had heard of the rise of the Mechangels and the obsoletion of the Cyborgels. That the latter were now being thrown away in garbage cans and junk heaps. The revolutionaries were disgusted but they saw a chance, an opportunity. If they could get a hold of the junked Cyborgels and get them repaired then they would be a big help to the revolution. There was opposition to the idea though, that the trashed Cyborgels may be too damaged beyond repair to be of any use and scavenging for them would be a waste of time.

However, the majority, including Yuri, said it was worth a shot and now the Russian revolutionary started traveling to the New Society's dumps to find a discarded Cyborgel. So far he only found the remains of robots and the usual trash of the citizens. Yuri was far from giving up though, the world was huge and he knew sooner or later he would find a Cyborgel. However, he should have brought someone along to help him.

As Yuri continued, he seemed to hear faint wails. The loud rain hitting the ground made it hard to confirm it so he was a little unsure that maybe he was just hearing things. However, since there was little reason for anyone to be wailing in the 'perfect' New Society as well as not being in a rush, Yuri decided to investigate. The cries seemed to originate from an alleyway so the Russian headed there while wondering who or what could be making them.