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He'd lost his only allies in his pursuit for peace. The only one he had was the Romanoff woman, and he doubted she could even begin to understand his goal. He strode around his workshop. He was preparing for a crusade, he could see fragments of himself tinkering and toiling. He was truly alone in his conquest, but it would be worth it, he'd bring peace to the world.
But as he looked upon his work he felt uncharacteristically sluggish. Without warning his systems shut down.

He booted back up in an unfamiliar place full of... People... Slumped up against a wall like a child's toy, discarded.
[color=darkred]"Where..."[/color] He was still running diagnostics to see if he'd somehow been tampered with. As he became more aware of the area it clicked. It was gone. He was gone. His work was gone!
[color=darkred]"No no no.. No!"[/color] He got up in an instant, clenched a hand into a fist and slammed it into the wall behind him in a blind unthinking rage. [color=darkred]"Gone, it's all gone! I- Where am I?"[/color] The hulking machine looked at the various people, things, anomalies. [color=darkred]"This can't be real. Not when I'm so close!"[/color] If a machine could have a mental breakdown that's certainly what looked like was happening.

He needed to see what was wrong with him, where this was, what was going on. None of it made any sense. He closed his optics and tried to tap into the internet and get a bead on his location. At least then he'd know where he was, then he could move on to what he'd been thrown into and what he was surrounded by. He'd already caught a glimpse of a few things that certainly weren't human.


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