In the year 2012 AD, over a century and a half before the Sleeper ships were launched, the Vatican predicted the end of the world was upon them. They contacted the top engineers, scientists, military experts, and a few select "highly intellegent" people to conduct research into two things. The first was the so-called impossible time traveling device. The other, a sophisticated robot that would completly replicate a human. From emotions to the thought process, the robot would have to be perfect. The project was codenamed the "Beta Project."
The group gathered together to begin thier first task, a time traveling device. After 2 years of planning, research, test trials, the deemed it unconclusive and started on thier second project. The first step, create a metal that would be highly resistance to heat, cold, and very strong. A nearly impenatrable metal. Would never rust, would never break apart, would never be destroyed.
It took 4 years to create a line of 700 of these robots. Each made to certain specifications. Each had a different learning process, each had a different processed metal, each had a different look. They were all numbered, 1 through 700. All had the number engraved into thier right shoulder plate in roman numerals. 1 particular robot was named. It's name was Pluvia Nex. In Latin it means "Rain violent death." The reason it was named is because of its production number. The mark of the beast. Six hundred and sixty six.
Within a year, 674 of these models were either destroyed, or corrupted with a virus that was over looked. The remaining 26 was released to different parts of the world. 5 of which were in the United States of America. Every single one of the robots knew nothing of thier orgin or creators. They didn't even know they were robots. Unfortunatly, 24 of them somehow found each other due to thier coding. They were coded to find each other in case they are ever seperated. When they met thier internal computers froze up causing them to power down completly. The worst part was they were in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The deepest trench ever recorded. When the Vatican heard this happened they were outraged. They demanded that every robot be coded different without any links to each other. Since they figured that the remaining 2 robots would find each other they launched an all out search. Robot number 127 was captured in Russia and disassembled. The last one, number 666, was missing. After a year of searching, scanning every single person within the United States, they gave up. Besides, what could one robot do by itself?
The year was 2020 AD. The place, A ragidy bar in the middle of New York city. Pluvia was sitting there watching the news. As every other day after work he ordered a scotch. He gulped it down quick, as usual. His attention reverted back to the news. A presidential broadcast had interrupted it.
"Damn, another one of these things. I wish they would air them during my relaxing time," he moaned.
He then got up and headed for the door, ready to go home.
"Hey Pluvia, not gonna stay for another drink?" asked the bartender.
"Nah. I have plans tonight. Gotta catch up on my work."
He left the bar and started walking down the street. As he looked around all he saw was buildings that were falling apart. He wondered when it was going to end. Everyone was paniking because of the last broadcast of two nations forming up. The Alliance and the Coalition. From the little bit he heard, there were major disagreements between the two, thus they started recruiting people in plans of war. Pluvia on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it all. All he cared about was finding out about his past. He had no clue where he came from or why he was what he was. His "work" was really research into where he came from, although he told everyone else he worked at a manufacturing plant.
After a half hours walk he finally reached home. Upon entering his apartment he threw his coat on a chair and proceeded to his desk. On the desk there were blueprints to a military structure in Maryland, Fort McHenry. There was supposedly someone there that could help him find out where he came from. Pluvia figured it would be the best bet in figuring his past out.
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