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with your fist. The humanoid of circuitry, composites, and metal is far too close to you, standing inches away. You twist your torso, pivoting on your left foot and snap out with an elbow. The lightning-fast strike lashes out, clipping the robot on the side of the machine’s would-be skull. Your sharp right elbow cuts into the transparent composite, the one that guards the screen it wears for a face. Lights go off and no longer does it stare at you with the neon red glare. The processors controlling its bipedal balance are either damaged or the wires connecting them to the motors are severed; the Sentry’s knees give, and it slumps to the floor, entering a world of electronic sheep. Fractures spiderweb across the robot’s head, originating from the point of impact.
You watch the unmoving mechanical being slumped on the ground. It didn’t put up much of a fight. The Sentry bots are touted as the new police force; where a human one is flimsy and easily breakable, these are made of much sterner stuff. Designed to take on low-level threats and support powerful Metahumans in greater brawls. They originated from this city and have been exported around the world to a few of the wealthier nations. There have been many promises about future designs capable of taking on more significant threats, but those models have yet to materialise. The project which birthed them and the strict laws on Metahuman registration began as a reaction to Mongul’s invasion. A part of you sees merit in the idea, but your general rejection of authority grew with your interactions with the strict, unthinking, unfeeling Sentries.
“Halt!” A loud booming voice explodes from another street, wrestling with the cacophony generated by the storm, and the same red illumination is spewed by the Sentry that is currently out of sight.
The Sentry enters the walkway, sprinting towards your location as rain pours from the sky above. You raise a hand and focus on the machine; it slows as if trapped in molasses. It looks comical due to the sluggishness you have inflicted upon it. Then your mental grip wanes as you struggle to keep your concentration on the robot. The Sentry launches itself off the ground, arms stretched out wide, aiming to wrap around your waist. In a quick action you bring up your knee, intercepting the Sentry’s tackle. The blow shatters the Sentry’s head upon impact and the lifeless body crumples against you dead.
