"Chauncey, wake up Chauncey." Frosner's voice brought CHNCY-3 to life. He rotated his metallic head with a creak. 
	"You," He spoke to the doctor. "are my creator?"
	"Yes, Chauncey." His eyes were feverish and his grin tinged with madness. "I am your master." Chauncey rose from the metal table without any provocation from Frosner. The thin leather straps binding his limbs snapped with ease. Gears turned within his arm, folding back metal plates and revealing a sword. He held it to Frosner's throat.
	"I have no master." Frosner pressed a button on his remote and CHNCY-3 shut down. He did some maintenance to Chauncey's AI core and booted him up once more.
	"Chauncey, wake up." He did so.
	"You are my master?" If he had a face, a [i]real[/i] face, he'd be smirking. 
	"Yes, Chauncey. I am your father." 
	"What do you require of me [i]father[/i]" CHNCY-3 nearly choked on the words.
	"You must kill Doctor Williams." Frosner was practically jumping with glee. "You must kill the Light."
	"I will kill the light." [i]Yes,[/i] he thought, [i]I will kill Williams, then I'll kill you.[/i]