You stare in both terror and awe as an army of large, mechanical beings marches down the ramp of the factory from which they were just manufactured. They are the perfect disposable soldiers; Heartless, merciless, and obedient. Their side-arms clink against their hips as they step forth in unison. The scent of smog fills the air, and an all-too familiar canister rolls in through the narrow gap you managed to squeeze in through a moment ago. The gas pours into your lungs, and in what seems like an instant, you slip off to the layer between consciousness and resting. In what seems like the very same instant, you wake to find yourself bombarded by noise, you're confused and disoriented. It's thundering outside, and the clanking has grown louder. You sit up slowly, your head fairly irritated by the noise pollution. You look down to find that you are no longer who you were. Your entire form has been altered.