Trepan paced back and forth, a sinister and sickening grin on his face.

His fingertips had needles on the end of each of them, which is what he used to dig deep into the minds of his subjects. He retracted the needles, and then protracted them again. He did it multiple times, as if it brought him a sense of joy.

He could do anything. He could change memories, add them, destroy them.

He wasn’t even that big, he was only about 10 meters tall, yet he had power over other bots like no other.

His frame lightly creaked as his optics scanned the data pads over and over again.