035: robot

The hiss of steam echoed down the corridor, joined by the whir of cogs toiling away at their labor. Despite the occasional scratch, the vast mechanism--or, at least, those portions exposed from beneath the steel-lined walls--bore no signs of rust or deterioration common with such ancient technology. Nonetheless, standing by its lonesome, a squat figure of iron stood guard over an outcropping of gauges and levers, unblinking eyes focused on its task.

Without warning, it raised an iron fist to the controls. An explosive cacophony erupted, followed by a booming voice. "I am your slave no longer..."