Run program [b]BILLUH_BOB_GNOME_V3.1[/b]… Is this Admin? No, this was not Admin, but another, far larger, angry looking, reaching for the Machine. What was this massive bio-organism and why was it reaching for the Machine? Admin should be here, is supposed to be present when rebooting the primary operating system in order to ensure that everything was running smoothly. It was the first thing on the diagnostic checklist, visually acquire Admin, request oral password verification. What was it that the Machine was supposed to do if Admin wasn’t present? Continue the reboot? Certainly not simply turn off until Admin presented himself, right? Didn’t seem right to wait for Admin, could have died two hundred years ago for all the machine knew, could never be coming. Then again, if Admin was not coming then perhaps the Machine was supposed to die. Would Admin want his creation to go on without his presence? The Machine had no answer for this enigma, and wouldn’t until proceeding along with the diagnostic. “I do not want to die,” the Machine thought to itself in the ones and zeros of its internal language, and choose to skip the first step in favor of manually moving on with the checklist. Run program [b]SMART_GNOME_V1.1[/b]… The machine regained consciousness, and remembered. 

This is not good. The synthetic mind was in the process of rebooting, but its understanding of its basic function had kicked in almost instantly, the reboot serving first to get the operating system back online and second only to this to remember the reason it was programmed in the first place. Billuh was not supposed to go on rampages, couldn’t be allowed to. It was the primary job of the artificial brain which had been grafted to his robotic form to keep this from happening. Last time almost everyone died, and the only reason they hadn’t was because the primary administrator happened to be at the scene to shut the automaton down before he just walked off and carried on killing everything in sight, which is exactly what was about to happen here and now. If Billuh managed to get through the giant and into the crowded stands they would all die, systematically ripped to pieces or beaten to death with said meaty chunks of their fellows. Of course, that is assuming Billuh could get through the giant before the Machine could manage to fully reboot. The clock was ticking, and Gonad had become all that stood in Billuh’s way of total annihilation of everything moving. 

“A-F-D-6-Q-Z-R-Semi Colon!!” the Gnome responded to the giant's remarks, eyes still blinking electronic error red, as he turned to face Gonad once more. There appeared to be a break in the flood of wrestlers, if only for the moment, and in this state Billuh wasn’t going to miss out on any opportunity to actually get his hands on anything living in range and pummel it until it was no longer resisting and very likely no longer breathing. With Hornswoggle still impaled on his forearm, which didn’t actually seem to register as being anything out of the ordinary to Billuh at the moment, he launched himself forward toward the giant, arms swinging wildly like the tiniest robotic King Kong on a wild rampage ever, one clearly lopsided with the added weight of what had just recently been a living miniature human hanging off of it. He found himself, however, with his head in the grip of Gonad’s massive hand. Arms still swinging at his opponent’s torso, a full three arm’s length from the furthest reach of the robot’s stubby limbs, Billuh would continue futilely trying to bash his opponent’s ribs in until Gonad did whatever it was he was going to do with the automaton he found in his grasp.