The man’s voice crackled through the radio as he spoke into it. His red cape and light brown hair pulled gently by the desert breeze. His yellow eyes sparkle.

“I have a proposition and it’s also a promise. I will take your brain, and how much were you using it anyway, and I will put it in a robot. And that robot will do wonderful things. That is my promise. And it’s also a proposition. he chuckles Anyway, we’ll talk more in person, I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon.”