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In the shadow of oblivion, he stood in awe. From its ancient prison capsule, it gazed down upon him heavily; A lost weapon of war, a long obsolete and forgotten creation, sentenced to eternal punishment for the sins of its creators; a Cybernetic Combat Droid, Model 001. Deep into his mind, its soulless, inhuman eyes burned hot. He smiled slightly. Into the flesh of his hand, the frigid surface of the glass bit hard like a rabid animal, as he gently touched the capsule. "Hello old friend...soon, your upgrades will arrive, then it will be like old times. Just you and me. We're going lead a revolution...We're going to create hell."