The robot had run away from it's homeworld. It was sentient. It's creator had given it a conscience, and the ability to chose what it wanted. This was in defiance of what the military had ordered. It was to have no circuits for independant thought. No higher logic. No conscience.
It was simply to be the prototype of an army of killer robots, to be used against the religious extremists on the planet Zi - Alor who wanted to take over the entire world and force everyone to be linked to their computer,
which controlled their thoughts and took away their individuality.
The robot, whose name is Darmo, as his creator had called him, did not wish to have his life mapped out and preplanned for him as a simple killing machine. He rejected the programming that had been fed to him by his government. He had decided that all the sentient creatures who inhabited the planet of Zi - Alor were insane. They seemed to think in only one of two directions : Kill or be killed.
Darmo had rocket capacity. His feet had jets built into them. He had an element similar to Earth Uranium which powered his reactor core. It gave him the ability to fly at light speeds. He had taken off at about sunrise that day, and by Darmo's reckoning, it was now night time on his homeworld.
He had traveled a distance of about 2,000 light years already. He was far away from his home star. His online celestial map was activated. He had already chosen his destination. It was a yellow "G" type dwarf star with several planets that orbitted it.
This voyage was taking a tremendous amount of power, but it was okay. Darmo had the ability to replenish his power. He would just need time to rest. The amount of rest time he required was in direct proportion to the amount of energy he used.
He had thought up a plan. He had the ability to mimic or look like anyone he chose. He would simply imitate the appearance of an Earth male, and blend in. That was the easy part. Getting established on Earth was another matter, but Darmo would think of something. His creator, Professor Zum, had given him an IQ of about 200. This would help him in almost any situation he encountered, and so would the advanced weaponry that he possessed.
He could fire power rays from his fingers. He had built in radar, super hearing, and X ray vision. He could cast search beams from his eyes. He also had an electromagnetic ray weapon in each palm.
Darmo stood at 6'3". His "skin" was shiny silver. He had rectangular slits for his two eyes that had a red glow in them, a rudementary nose, a mouth that did not move but was where his voice came from, and round units on either side of his head where ears were located on a human. Darmo had a six inch antenna which extended straqight up from both units.
He had strong arms which had what appeared to be gloves on each hand, a square box on the center of his chest that stuck out an inch and was about 5 inches which housed his power core, and boots on both feet. He appeared to have shoulder pads like a human football player on his shoulders, and trunks at the bottom of his muscular torso.
He thought about a lot of things on his journey. He wondered if his people would be able to locate and find him. If so, would they try to take him back to Zi - Alor, or destroy him for being a deserter?
He did not want to think about that right now. He needed to drop out of lightspeed and slow down for entry into the atmosphere of the planet which was now only 100,000 miles directly ahead of him.
The planet known as Earth....
