”H-H-HELL-LLO WORLD.” With a groaning of machinery and thumps of metal feet, the HUX-A7 marches towards you. It smooth metal is covered in a strange, purple, fleshy material. A large scalpel-like blade hangs at his side, connected to his arm. His other claw hand seems to spin, something pulsating in the middle. The Singularity whirrs and clicks. “PR-P-P-PREPAIR TO BECOME S-S-SOMETHING MO-O-R-RE.”