Oil dripping from his eyes, his clockwork mind missing screws. His fingers grasp around the junk around him as he picks up the parts of his dead brethren, but he, he was still moving. He repaired himself with the found cogs and gears, a bit rusty, but they worked. Now, he would have his revenge, as he crawled from the junkyard scraps he noticed a man pulling another robot to the pile. A rage built in his mind at the sight of more and more dead robots, so as the man was not looking he grabbed a jagged piece of metal and plunged it deep into this vile human's back. He watched the man's body go limp and thump on the ground and he wanted more. As he limped out the gate he found more and more victims, becoming more creative each time and harder to catch as he learned human movements. Although the other robots opposed them, the other robots saw his acts as unnecessary and extreme. So, now, he had a new target, the robots that opposed him, he grabbed their parts and used them to become stronger. He had become just as vile as the humans he despised.