In the beginning, there were three robots. The robots watched cities rise and fall, vast spaceships come together and crumble again to tiny bricks. Mini figures came and went. Some made good friends with the robots. But the three felt alone, in need of a community to belong to. But their parts were scarce. They knew they could not build in their own design.
The robots searched deep in their memories for others of their kind. They remembered a long-lost design that had once given rise to whole civilisations of robots, even armies. The three set about construction of a new model.
The new robot was built in stages. Each component was meticulously tested and checked, before being attached to the whole.
The bed’s diagnostic antennae disengaged. The three watched and waited. If they possessed sweat glands, beads would have rolled down their foreheads. But the three, with a perfect robotic calm, waited…
Slowly, but surely, Fusion awoke. Then sprang to his feet as if came perfectly naturally to him… nearly. Even robots are wobbly at first.