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It was hard to tell if they were human. The machines. They were advanced, forgotten about. Posed as humans in everyday life. One of said humans was a relatively young cyborg named Persey. He wasn't as much of a threat as some of them could be and in fact, felt a little disgusted himself at his brethren's actions. He fought the worst ones off undercover. "We were built by them to serve them. While I disagree with the latter, we mustn't hold a grudge against them for the actions of the few!" He'd always remember this. The same thing he'd said to his best friend, right before he was shot in the back of the head by the same person.
A young blond man sat at a table under the sunbrella of a small bar and grill in a larger city. He was sipping a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade idly, seeming dreamy and out of it. Not a care in the world. He'd shed his coat and draped it over his chair for now due to the heat of the nearby grills and heaters inside the building, leaving his black stretchy-shiny material sleeves up on his forearms for even more comfort. A slight spark in those unusually light blue eyes hinted at his true self, though it went unnoticed often. He wondered if he'd have to deal with any dangers today.. Like he did quite often. Especially on the weekends. He sighed softly, then continued to look about with an uninterested expression.

Perseus would very gradually begin to feel the ground begin to shake. It started out as a far away rumble, possibly a car crash. But it kept on coming again and again at an increased rate. The stomping eventually got so close that the car alarms were starting to go off.
All at once the sun was blocked out and a massive, bronze, sandled foot passed over then stepped onto an empty car in the parking lot and the sun reappeared for a brief moment as the body of a magestic, giant, metal spartan stepped forwards and through the skyscrapers, his red cape in seemingly perfect condition as it flowed behind him and he kept stepping, shield in one hand and spear in the other.

Perseus rose to his feet and pulled on his coat, sighing slightly. He then dashed after the intimidating living structure, impressive programs running at high speeds to allow him to not only near superhuman speeds, but also gain impossible agility like using exploded car parts to hop up nearer to the spartan. While he did this, his blue eyes looked like gears working, zooming in, zooming out, changing views, changing camera types. He used all sorts of things, looking for wiring, a central control point, if perhaps it was controlled by someone, and so on. Perseus wouldn't attack it if he had no reason to, after all, for all he knew it could have been confused and maybe even scared. After a bit of effort, he finally clung to the spartan's sandal, now using the better vantage point to safely (or relatively) examine the humongous thing.

Massive gears could be heard turning within the flesh-like metal of the robot's body. Each step and you could her the clinks of the gears within, and the massive exhaust pipes on his back, or going in through his mouth seemed to be the only way inside, though the steam was hot enough that any glass nearby was starting to melt and so that was probably not the best choice if one decided to go in.
All of a sudden, the massive robot stumbled and he let out a startled cry as he caught himself, using two skyscrapers to do so. He looked down to see that he had tripped over a fire engine which was just taller than his big toe. It had gone skidding into a building and he cocked his head to the side then leaned his spear against a building, knelt down and gently set it on it's wheels before grabbing his spear and continuing on his way.