The moment the last stasis pod opened, the chamber was filled with a chaotic roar. The Xerzes, Opoove, and Folqi, once the proud inhabitants of a thriving world, were now refugees with nothing but questions—and rage.
The four humanoid robots stood still, their glowing eyes locked onto the crowd as survivors stepped forward, fists clenched, energy flaring.
"You put us to sleep while our world burned!" one of the Opoove shouted, their voice laced with fury.
"Where were you when our guardian fell?" a Folqi snarled, eyes glowing with untamed energy.
"What did you do to us?" a Xerzes demanded, stepping forward aggressively.
The robots remained silent, their towering forms unshaken. Then, the one who had initiated Protocol Alpha-6-7-Q finally spoke, its voice as cold and calculated as before:
"You were unconscious for your own survival."
"Survival?" A red Xerzes hissed, their body trembling with barely restrained power. "We watched our world—our home—explode! And you tell us it was for our survival?!"
The tension was seconds away from erupting into violence. Energy crackled, the air thick with hostility.
Then—
A voice.
Not mechanical. Not robotic. But human.
"That's enough."
The angered crowd froze, turning to face the voice.