Inside the new Guardians of the Globe command center, dozens of holographic screens glow softly in the darkness. A golden robotic figure stands motionless at the center of the room. Robot. Across the displays, countless threats are being analyzed. Alien fleets. Dimensional anomalies. Superhuman conflicts. Behind the scenes, the real Rudolph Connors sits calmly at a console, studying the data. His youthful face reflects the pale light of the monitors. He taps a key. The robotic body in the center of the room activates. Its green eyes ignite. Robot speaks.

“The probability of global destabilization has increased by forty-two percent.” Another screen appears. It shows powerful beings from across the galaxy. Viltrumites. Cosmic warriors. Unknown interdimensional entities. Robot folds the drone’s metallic arms behind its back.

“A chaotic future is inefficient.” The drone’s gaze lifts toward the holographic Earth rotating above the room. “If this planet is to survive what is coming…” A quiet pause. “…someone will need to guide its evolution.” The calculations have already begun. And Robot is always several steps ahead.