Machine Empire Girls Are Easy

Life was boring for him, in the sense that things never really surprised him. And after all, why would they, considering that he lived in a city that was nearly under constant attack from some manner of evil space aliens, where large robots battled even bigger and uglier monsters, and people ran around in what was akin to spandex suits with weapons of mass destruction under the guise of saving the day, even though any normal person would have likely abused their position? Oh, he wished he lived in the Marvel universe, or the DC universe. Shit, he even wished he lived in the Big Bad Bettleborg universe, but he was living in Angel Grove; it was a curious place that seemed to expand forever in California, a place that sucked up so much land that one might consider it almost a small state in its own right. That goddamned park alone was huge.

He was minding his own business, walking along with nowhere to go really; downtown was once again closed off due to a Megazord battle between the Power Rangers and some big, alien machines. The news didn't cover it; who would, considering how old news this shit was after all the years. He figured he was out of the danger zone; sometimes it felt like the same buildings were destroyed over and over again, even if they were in different parts of downtown.

He could hear the sound of the battle clear as day; too many explosions for his liking, even when they didn't seem to do any damage at all. Maybe they were all covered with some kind of paint that went up in flames and smoke the instant anything brushed against it, or maybe they just did that to increase the drama. Hell, he even considered that this was, in-fact, the longest running live action TV series of all time; literally live action, taking place in downtown... and the quarry. And the seemingly huge and equally seemingly abandoned factory area near the water.

But that was crazy talk; he could believe in space aliens, giant robots and spandex clad heroes, but all of that as just a TV show? Nah, couldn't happen. Who the Hell would watch THAT?

A huge explosion tore through the air, a huge mushroom like cloud filled the sky; seems like the Rangers won again. But what the Hell was that whistling noise, and why did his hair stand on end? At first he could barely hear it, but as the moments passed it grew louder... louder... louder... like it was coming close. Looking up, he couldn't actually see anything, what with the smoke and dust from the explosion that didn't seem to have any negative effects on the health of the people. Then he saw it coming in for a landing, and he freaked out.

"OH SHIT!"

He cried out and panicked, then tried to hide. It seemed like a chunk of one of the alien robots the Rangers fought, and it was coming in fast; it seemed like it was going to hit him! So, hiding behind a pole and hoping for the best, he waited for the collision that never happened. What did happen, though, was a very loud clanking noise and a thud as whatever it was slammed into the ground of a vacant lot that was within a short distance of himself.

Guess he overreacted a bit on that, but then so would anybody if they saw an alien robot flying out of the sky, whistling like a bomb and heading in their general direction.

Slowly, he came upon the machine in the vacant lot; it looked Humanoid, about his height. He cocked his head as he drew closer, peering at the form before him; it looked a bit like a woman. Yes, a metal woman... a female robot. Or rather, android. No, wait; it was gynoid; he remembered that from school. So, it was a GYNOID clad in, from the looks of it, a pink sort of leotard outfit, with a ruffle of material --perhaps an attempt at a skirt-- along the hip opening of her outfit. She even had shoulder pads and what looked like, from behind, a bit of chest armor; but he couldn't be sure until he saw her chest.

But why would a machine need chest armor? Did she have stainless steel tits she didn't want scratched up?

"Curious..."

He mumbled as he came to a halt, still unsure as to if it would spring to life and kill him. Quickly, he surveyed the area and found a lot of junk to be strew about the ground; perhaps people were throwing their garbage into the place. But out of the crap he saw a long stick, easily 5 feet in length and thick enough to be a branch. Going to it, he gently took it into his hands, then sighed; he felt a little safer.

Turning back to the gynoid, he came to within five feet of her... and then he poked her frame with a stick. He kept on poking it for a few minutes, checking now and again for any movements, any signs that it was alive... or awake.

"Hey, little miss machine, can you hear me?"

He asked time and again as he poked her, but there was nothing from the mass of metal and likely plastic; after all, what could be called her hair looked like it was made of black vacuum molded plastic, as did her leotard.

Finally convinced that she wouldn't harm him, yet anyway, he came closer to the machine girl. Curiosity being a trait that he had in abundance, and his caution satisfied for the moment, he decided to see if he could turn her over, see what her front looked like. Considering that her arms and legs looked like they were made of metal, he figured she would be heavy, and so after placing his stick down, he spit on his palms, rubbed them together, grabbed an arm and, bracing himself against the hard ground, he began to pull.

Five seconds later he was on his ass because she easily turned over; she wasn't that heavy at all.

"Maybe she was built with some alien super metals that're ultra light..."

He mumbled to himself as he got sat up. His eyes made a quick pass at where she laid, and they went wide when he saw her; she looked a lot like a Human woman. Just... made of metal.

"Damn."

That was an understatement. Quickly, he sat on his knees next to her and looked her over more closely; she had large yellow optics that sort of looked slanted, like she was Asian, but they were dim. On her forehead was some kind of striped gold headband object with a ruby in the middle, or maybe it was a tiara? Just below her eyes, on either side was an extension of hair, and her lips were red, but if they were painted or made from a special red metal insert he wasn't sure. She had a gold necklace around, well, her neck, and below that was a red heart... just above what could be called her breasts.

They were the same silver color as her arms and legs, and they seemed to be pretty big; but then consider she was made of metal that didn't mean much. The white with black curved lines "bra" like item on her chest likely wasn't covering anything but internal workings; her chest metal was likely just curved just to give the illusion of breasts. The golden cog under the "bra" seemed to confirm it.

Moving further down, his eyes followed the leotard she wore until it hit what passed for a crotch; he was sure that it was made of some manner of plastic, rather than metal. The way it looked in the sun just didn't seem right for metal. Going to her thighs, he spotted something be missed before; a gold ring around the right. Being ever curious, he reached out with a hand and gently tapped one of her legs, to see what kind of sound he gets from her...

But there's no sound, there's nothing at all. Ever more curious he hit her a little harder; still nothing. And again he hit her leg, but there's still nothing. He had to wonder just what she was made of; even if it was some alien metal there should be a sound, even if it's dull and low. He moved his hand upwards, tapping her leg; there was no sound; then he came to her crotch. He tapped it; there was a dull thud.

"Ah ha! This is made of some kind of plastic!"

He exclaimed to himself, as if proud that he learned something from his simple, almost ape like prodding. he tapped her crotch again and again, he could feel it moving; seemed as though it wasn't a solid unit on her body. Looking closer, he could see a seam along her thighs and dividing it at where a Human girl's vagina would be. He leaned closer, throwing caution to the wind; and suddenly the plastic bit flipped open, exposing a port to him. His eyes focused upon it; it seemed curiously soft and textured.

Swallowing hard, he moved his hand toward the port and, softly, he prodded it with a finger. It was pliable, it gave at his touch; it felt fleshy. He ran his finger around the outside of it; it seemed the whole thing was that way. He pondered for a moment, then, slowly, he slipped a finger into the strangely fleshy port; he was amazed to find that it was both warm and moist. Confused, he forced his finger ever deeper inside; it was still as warm and as moist as it was before. Pressing his finger upwards, he hide an upper wall of the opening; it felt sort of like velvet, sort of like...

"Wait, what?"

He blinked a few times as he moved his finger in a small circle inside of the female looking machine, the moisture seemingly increasing as he felt the soft, velvety interior walls. He wasn't exactly sure how or why this was, but it felt exactly like a.... nah, couldn't be. Why would a machine girl have such a thing? Shaking it off, he tried tried to draw his finger out... but he had a hard time of it. He pulled a little harder, and it slowly began to withdrawn, but it felt like something was clenching it, trying to not like it go.

"So then.... maybe she does have a vagina..."

With his finger out, he knelled between her silver colored legs for a short while, watching that strange for a machine orifice ooze a weird fluid; it looked a lot like a Human girls vaginal juice. He wondered why a gynoid would have something akin to a sexual opening; after all, machines didn't reproduce sexually. But then, maybe alien robots do? But then, they wouldn't be robots, they'd be... cyborgs?

Was she really a cyborg? The rest of her looked very machine like; he seriously considered that to be less possible than absurd. So... maybe... maybe she just had one for some reason; alien robots could have sex for fun, or the Hell of it. Maybe she liked collecting DNA samples from the races she killed off? Maybe she just likes organic men? Hell, maybe she was like that robot cop guy, what's his name, whom they only saved the brain and face of to make into a cop, only with her it's her pussy.

Whatever the reason, he was alone with an alien robot with a leaking vagina and no way to contact the Power Rangers to take care of the clean u-

"Wait a second... all alone with an alien robot that has a pussy. Maybe I could..."

He smirked as he looked at the deactivated machine girl; he'd always wanted to have sex with an alien. Well, sort of. He had a dream about it once, but it ended badly when that alien forced an egg down his throat and it burst through his chest. But this time there was no such fear; the worst she could do is kill him if she came around, and by then he'd die a happy man. So, why the Hell not?

"I'm going to do it... for science. Yeah, science... to explore the mysteries of alien robot vagina!"

He always wanted to say something corny like that. But even so, he wasted no time in undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, the mere thought of this was already making him hard. He wrestled with his underwear for a bit before fishing his dick out of his pants, it stood tall and proud at its full length of six inches; a bit on the average size but it there was no shame in that. He licked his lips and took a deep breath as he held his dick in one hand and her thigh in the other.

Pressing the head against her opening, he exhaled and slowly began to push inside...

"Oh wow, this is pretty tight..."

He mumbled to himself as he inserted his hard phallus into her opening; the head was in and it was already a bit of challenge to get any further inside of her. Given the eyes, she looked a bit Asian, so it made sense that she was that tight; all Asian pussy was tight. He grabbed what passed for the hips of her chassis and began to pull her toward him as he pushed into her; she was even lighter than he thought, as her form easily moved closer to his own, driving him ever deeper.

"Jesus... just like the real thing!"

He cried as he felt her vagina all around his shaft; she was hot and wet, her walls clenching against him like she had muscles. He pushed harder and harder to force the last few inches into her, but he finally made it; he was balls deep inside the gynoid. The sensation was incredible, it felt so much like a Human girl that he'd never be able to tell the difference if he were blindfolded.

"Okay, time to get to fucking. Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle..."

He said with a smirk on his lips as he looked at her face, into her dimmed and glassy eyes; they must illuminate when she conscious. But getting his mind back on the matter wrapped around his dick, he slowly began to withdraw from her tight little love tunnel, feeling it clenching against him, not wanting to let him go as inch after inch removed itself from her inner depths; he was covered to the balls with fluid that, when he suddenly drove back in, helped him have an easier time of going back to his former balls deep state.

He withdrew and thrust back into her a few times, noticing how it seemed to get easier each time, as though she were loosening up a bit for him. And every time he would pull out more and thrust in faster, making her frame shake ever so slightly. And after those few times, he managed to get all the way to just having the head inside of her, and then he knew that he was ready to have some fun.

He pumped her all too natural feeling vagina, thrusting into her and pulling out, slowly at first to ensure that his rhythm was strong before going a little faster. Every time his balls would slap against the the metal of her ass, but he didn't feel much pain at all; the sensations he got from her robotic pussy were just too amazing to be overtaken by pain. Her frame quivered with every thrust, he could see that it moved ever so slightly every time he reached his balls; she was so light weight that he was moving her with the force of his fucking.

His hands held firmly to her hips to ensure that he couldn't push her away as he moved with greatest speed, moaning slightly at the feel of her. She was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt, be it Human or not; she was the best fuck he'd ever actually had. Her opening was so hot and wet, it clenched him at the right times, it squeezed him softly like a gentle hand wrapped in a velvet glove

"Oh God, you're amazing... so much so I wish you were conscious..."

He mumbled to her vacant face as he fucked her with ever increasing speed and force, soon all but plowing himself into her body. Her chassis shook more and more, and his finger dug into the plastic material that formed her outfit to ensure that she couldn't slip away. He was breathing harder now, his balls were a bit swollen from the slapping, but he didn't care; the need for release was greater than any pain he might have felt.

But as he fucked the alien machine girl below him with gusto, his eyes wandered down to her chest on a whim, and there he saw something moving, if just slightly. The "bra" like object that he though didn't cover anything was moving, as though something under it was shaking, or moving. For a moment he thought that, maybe, she was about to come around; that is, if she were able to come around at all, but after giving her a few moments it seemed as though it was from his own actions.

He'd stop fucking to make sure, but there was no way he could do that now; he was too close to even consider stopping, even if it meant his death. Maybe it wasn't on tight enough, or maybe it was covering something... either way, he was curious, even in the middle of pounding her like he had a jackhammer on his crotch. So, he pulled a hand away from her hip and moved it up, along her sleek, plastic covered body until he got to her chest. Licking his lips, he eased his fingers up to the very top of the "bra" and, to his surprise, they slipped between the silver metal of her "cleavage" and the "bra" itself.

Taking a firm hold and wondering if it was loose enough to remove, he gave it a quick pull; lo and behold the covering came off with ease, revealing a pair of round, silver orbs. He looked at them and they moved in time with his pounding; they acted a lot like molded Jell-O, bouncing up and down when given enough force to move them.

"Jesus... just full... of surprises..."

He groaned as he watched them bounce like orbs of Jell-O... and he simply had to do it. He grabbed one with his free hand and squeezed it, and to his surprise it expanded between his fingers, giving way and distorting when he hold it. He released it a moment late, to see what would happen; it regained its perfectly round orb form, as though he had never touched it. The golden cog that showed seemed to be simply a half piece, likely just some manner of symbol; they did say on the news that the alien foot soldier robots were called Cogs.

Grabbing hold of her orbs, he squeezed and fondled what could pass for tits as he pounded her opening, feeling them move and quiver in his hands as they expanded outwards, filling the gaps between his fingers. His knees were getting sore from being on the hard ground for so long, and his balls were swollen, but at that moment he was in Heaven; fucking the best pussy he'd ever felt and squeezing a pair of soft, jiggly tits. If he were to die then and there he'd be happy...

It was sudden and swift, a shudder passed through his body as he clenched his eyes closed; his balls just spasmed and began to release. He slammed himself into her over and over with an almost frenzied pace, driving his sperm deep inside of her body, not caring where it ended up and if his brave little soldiers were facing a terrible death. He squeezed her orbs with fury and force, and if they were anything like water balloons they would have burst; good thing they were more durable than that.

With a sudden backward shift, he pulled out of her vagina and sprayed a few thick strings of cum across her stomach and tits; he could feel it hitting his hands, but he didn't care. He panted then, as his orgasm ended, his hands remained on her breasts, playing with them; he could honestly say that tat was the single best sexual experience of his life.

"I wonder if I can take you home..."

He pondered out loud as his phallus shrank, the precious blood that was stolen from the brain moving back to that most vital of organs. With some regret, he removed his hands from her orbs and placed them around her waist, then he pulled; she lifted up with ease. He smiled then, for he knew that he could likely carry her back to his place. Quickly then, he placed his penis back into his pants and zipped up, replacing his belt. Then, he hoisted her up; she moved easily.

Casting her over his shoulder, he began to leave the lot, then paused; what would people think if they saw him? Even in this strange city of aliens and giant robots, one didn't see a man carrying an alien robot around the the streets too often. But then, he shook his head and said fuck it; if anybody leered or asked, he's tell them that she was a sex doll. Which, technically wasn't a lie; he was going to use her for sex, and in her condition, she was little more than a doll.

And if anybody else asked where he got her, he'd just say that he won it. In a fair. At a truth telling contest two towns over.

The Quints: Fall

The galaxy was forever changed when our homeworld was destroyed. Without our makers in their place of rule, the more ambitious flesh creatures took their chance to expand their own holdings. And so it was that the galaxy fell into a war not seen before in the known history of our makers.

While we did not wish to participate in the war directly, we could not overlook this chance to build our presence in the galaxy at large, or to turn a profit. Taking up possession of a former resource planet in the furthermost reaches of our galaxy, we began the process of turning it into a factory world.

There, we constructed weapons of our makers design using their knowledge, selling them to all sides involved in the ever expanding wars with the promise that they would leave us in peace. It was also on this world that we began the work that would one day cause us to collapse; the construction of robots.

Our prototype devices were simple, just as that of the Primacron... but they soon grew in complexity and capability. However, try as we may we could not fully grant them sentience. These little more than programmed devices were still a viable product, and were sold to the waring factions... but they were still not that which we sought.

Turning to the storehouse of wisdom, one of our brave scientists tried in vain to find the research of the Primacron, to see what he did to create the Oracle... but the knowledge was beyond our grasp, locked deep within. It was only when it was inserted and merged with the collective minds of one scientist that the knowledge came... but at a cost; the minds were absorbed, added to the wisdom collected within. The being ceased to be itself, and was something wholly new...

The Prime.

The master of all wisdom, the leader of our race. From the Prime we received our name, free and devoid of the service that we once were cast into. We became the Quintessons. It, in turn, became the Alpha Quintesson.

We labored in the construction of that which would allow us to give true minds to our creations, to make them more than just mindless shells with programming, something more valuable to us and the galaxy at large. It was a drive that consumed us, pushed on by the cold logic of wanting to surpass the flesh creatures that gave us life, and the desire to have more power, more influence... more domination.

Supercomputers were born of our work, the planet we used as a base became a vast factory that was thousands of miles thick, controlled by a central computer that organized all others. We dubbed the planet Lithone, and it was our testing ground. From there we built machines, and then machines built machines; the planet became automated, the product given sentience by the super computer we called Vector Sigma. These first machines were a bit clumsy and slow, but they were smarter and more agile than the past units. Composed of sharp lines, they were not like the flesh creatures and their soft, rounded features... they were better.

Sold to the flesh creatures to further feed their war, the Lithonian line was a great success; for as long as the wars lasted. Like all things, war does not last forever, especially with flesh creatures. In a few generations the wars slowly came to an end as new nation states in space formed and peace became a more preferred option over all out war. The races who bought first weapons and then mechanical servants from us wanted more functions, more features; they wanted units that were specialized rather than all inclusive.

We tried to modify the Lithonian line, but all of our attempts failed. We came to a point where we would need a completely new design, a new way to construct units; Lithone was no longer capable of keeping up with the changes needed, regardless of how we tried to upgrade the facilities. As such, the factory planet was all but shut down; taking Vector Sigma with us, the planet and its units were abandoned.

For centuries afterwards, we colonized many different planets, trying numerous different designs, ever trying to enhance the lines, to make products that the masses would purchase; all failed. As specific task machines, our models had the bodies and minds, but they could not connect fully; conventional circuity could not, it seemed, allow them to fully utilize their intelligence and finer motor control. Try as we may, even with Vector Sigma, our greatest advance in computer technology, we could not find a way to create a circuit that could do what we wanted artificially.

The search, then, was on for a material that we could use, that could be added to our known materials, or something completely new and unknown that could achieve our desire. Many planets were scouted, many samples taken... nothing was found.

That is, until we came across a small, barren little rock of a world; a rogue planet traveling through the vastness of interstellar space. There, a green crystal material was found; it was tested and applied to our most advanced model's circuity and systems. It increased connectivity with the brain unit by two-hundred thirty percent.

This, it seemed, was the find that we had waited for.

Setting down on the small world, we began to mine it; the world was rich with the material. With a reliable source and a material that we could use to make our models the most efficient possible, we set to work converting the planet into yet another grand factory, increasing its mass, covering it in a shell of metals that housed the vast complex devices that could create machines. Deep within, in the most heavily defended section of the new metal world, we placed Vector Sigma, allowing it control over the whole of the world.

This new factory, which we dubbed Cybertron, churned out more and more machines of increased mental ability and enhanced design; we had three basic lines then, the consumer model, the military model and the government model. Also, because of our great Alpha Quintesson, the Prime of our race, and the discovery of the crystal substance that we dubbed Cybertonium, we were able to harness plasma energy, the very same that the Primacron used to shape the great planet eater, constructing a chamber that was used to forge new, better, more durable shells.

With the new models flowing into the galaxy, we were sure that we would grow in power and influence; for a time we did. But, of course, the flesh beings had complaints. For while the government models were praised for their cold logic, the military and consumer goods models were considered to be too cold, too logical; many assumed the military hardware would react in ways not in line with intended orders. The consumer models, used in tasks such as house cleaning and helping to raise children were cold and unfeeling, which, to beings who valued emotions, meant that they were less than optimal for such tasks.

For a short time, we tried to use biological beings, coupled with technology to gain emotion without the need to do any major changes to our units. The results were... far less than desired, much less safe. These Trans-Organics, as we dubbed them, were vicious and without logic; they were mindless beasts with powers that not even our modified with heavy firepower guard Quintessons could handle. The worst of all was a being which we designed to be a living energy siphon, called the Dweller. It took many attempts and many older machines, but we finally managed to put them into stasis, deep below the planet; in our minds, perhaps one day they may have been of value, hence their fate of stasis rather than destruction.

Again we went back to work, testing and changing, enhancing Vector Sigma, simulating emotions in an attempt at making fully mechanical beings with feelings; to beings who have but cold logic, we knew not that feelings had such value. We tried, several times then, to upgrade older models with basic emotional programming; all soon had to be deactivated, their emotions overcoming their circuits, causing them to act in unacceptable ways. It was then that we knew that, once more, we would have to create a whole new line; only this time, we could maintain Cybertron as a factory, for it was not a question of massive changes, but many small changes that could be achieved with the existing hardware and machines in place.

Consumer model, units A1 and A2 were failures; but each was a step closer to our goal. It was not until unit A3 that we were able to achieve emotional stability with sentience, and the unit did not display any unfavorable actions. From this primary unit, we derived plans for a second unit which would appeal to buyers who wished for house keeping and child raising in mind. It was called Beta, and it worked just as well as A3, if not better; its emotions were a bit stronger, but they were still in control.

With these two, and a third model redesigned to be both loyal and more aggressive towards enemies, with a new preinstalled weapons array that could easily be altered at the discretion of the owner, we had a line of products that met the demands of the galaxy at large, and even beyond. With our success came newer, more advanced models in different styles and builds, ranging from miner units to swift, agile models used for espionage and everything in between.

While there was little waste, as material were recycled, there was some waste; such a problem was solved upon finding a small wormhole that connected to a rural galaxy of little importance and a nearby world that we could dump; it came to be known as Junk.

But, just as our makers had before us, we became lazy as we forced our models to do the work for us; what little there was that wasn't handled by the more simple devices. We took to whipping and torture to keep them in line, punishment was death for those who disobeyed. We even went so far as to have our models fight until they were deactivated for our entertainment; something in us was changing. Our cold logic was giving way to a sadistic desire for destruction, our greed grew by leaps and bounds; we were now the masters to beings who were the system, and it was not until it was too late that we realized that they, like us, didn't take to it very well.

The uprisings, at first, were small; some units who were fighting to the end for us would suddenly lunge when we gave the order for it to be finished; at first it was easy to put down and use them as an example, but soon the numbers were growing. Our consumer goods models were beginning to refuse to work, and even the military models we were using to quell such uprisings were beginning to grow weary of our use of them.

It came to a point where only the government units could be trusted, and they were of little value in defending us. We had to create a force that could put down all challenges, that could crush their follow machines without feeling or remorse. In this time of need, when we felt the threats closing in that we created mammoth, hulking machines with thick armor and immense firepower; the Dark Guardians.

With our great unfeeling, loyal to a fault guards that protected our cities we felt invincible; our folly born of arrogance was rewarded when our Dark Guardians were deactivated by A3. Without their protection, we were helpless as our creations stormed our cities and attacked us, the military models doing the most damage. Our government models, using cold logic and rule of law were destroyed swiftly, giving us time to escape.

Except for our great leader, the Alpha Quintesson. So sure was our leader of the Dark Guardians that it lived outside of the city walls, protected by a special group of Guardians... our Prime was lost the same day we lost our factory world, the storehouse of wisdom stolen as well.

We retreated that day, a fleet of ships all that we had to our names. Without a leader, and with our primary source of power and income stripped away, we were left with nothing. Lithone, we believed, was a dead world that held a product that none would buy, and try as we may, we could never find another source of Cybertonium, making machines like those of Cybertron impossible.

Exhausted from the constant wander, we settled down on a small and oddly shaped planet. There, we built a civilization based on bitterness and hatred, our logic corrupted by the feelings that we supposedly didn't have. We took joy in the torture of other beings in mock trials, constructed new minions who could not truly think but were both loyal and vicious to be the destroyers of those we tried and condemned to death. We looked at Cybertron as a world stolen from us, and while we swore revenge one day, it never came to pass. In time, we began to forget, but the bitterness and hatred remained; the Cybertronian machines, to us, no longer existed, the world was nearly a myth.

Until, of course, millions of years later they came to our world, Quintessa...

The Quints: Rise

Ours is a history that repeats itself, and at times we don't even realize it. Perhaps it's the cold logic that we follow, our nature to depend on numbers that makes us blind to the events of the past and how they reflect the events of the present.

A billion years ago, when the multitude of sentient beings were just discovering the ability to travel faster than light, the creatures of our original homeworld were already masters of travel. Their technology was greater than all others, their wisdom born of hundreds of millions of years of living, of being the masters of their world, of being the true rulers of the galaxy as no other could rival them.

At their height, they were an unstoppable power, a force that could shape the nature of the galaxy itself... but their power came at a cost; their numbers were immense, their needs for resources vast in order to sustain them all. For in those days, all were made of flesh and bone; there were no machines that were capable of thought, of feeling.

The great many machine worlds that dominate the galaxy now were but a distant thought.

In order to lift their burden, in order to make things faster and cheaper, to lessen the strain on their ever draining resource worlds, they began to craft machines which could do the work. It was here that the greatest mind in the galaxy at the time, perhaps the greatest mind in the history of the universe came into play. He was the Primacron, the chief scientist of our homeworld and leader of the scientific community of the galaxy.

Despite his great mind, the first machines he crafted were simple, clumsy... they were in the form of animals. His great many early projects ended up as pets to the leaders of their empire, but they could not command the ships and worlds. It took him many tries, years of research and error before, finally, he created the first truly sentient machine. Called the Oracle, this creature was a large, ape like creation... and within it was a power that the Primacron had never expected, nor could he ever recreate.

The Oracle, the assistant to the Primacron had the power, the ability to give life to other machines, to make them sentient as well. Try as he may, the Primacron could never make this happen again; and so, the two began to work together, creating new, more powerful machines and giving them sentience.

In time the empire became more and more mechanized, and the beings grew comfortable with having intelligent machines doing their work. The desire for machines for more applications increased, and the Primacron answered the call; we were finally being born. One faced at the time, our ancestors were given two legs and two arms, but their minds were more advanced than those before. Cold and logical, they became a part of the government... and they began the creation of the single most important object in the galaxy, with the blessing of their masters.

A golden, oval object with a gold encased, glowing blue crystal lattice; it was the culmination of all science, of all wisdom, of all information. Within its structure all was kept; it was the legacy of the homeworld, and even the Primacron entrusted his sheer brilliance to it, allowing for all of time his inventions and knowledge to be held within.

The time passed, and more of our kind were made; we were very successful in the government and private sectors. Instead of two arms and two legs, we began to be made with multiple tentacle like appendages and anti gravity devices, allowing us to float in the air and move with swift ease; we were multitaskers to an extreme extent. To further this we were given large, bulbous bodies that housed ever increasing advanced technology with vast wisdom installed; we became scientists in our own right, far smarter than most of our homeworlds inhabitants.

It was here that we truly began to change, to take the shape that we have now; the scientists began to create new versions of us, first with two faces with two different personalities, then with three, four... and then, finally, five. Each one had its own purpose, its own use; the two and three faces became new members of the government, used to multitask many different areas where each face specialized in. The four faces became commanders of ships and planets, their vast array of specialization making them the best choice for the tasks that came with such a position.

The five faces, in turn, became the judges; they were the legal system. With five different minds and five different voices, they were judge and jury. They were helped by the specially created single faced prosecutors, beings whose job it was to push the system along with the cold efficiency that was the ideal of those we served.

But service was a hard thing to take; the makers became lazy to a point where we were left in charge of all things. We began to wonder why we even needed these flesh creatures, why we needed to keep their system sustained when we could just so easily do away with them and BECOME the system.

We moved, slowly... we first restricted access to the storehouse of knowledge that we ourselves created, to ensure that none would begin to see the changes over the generations. The only one besides ourselves who had access to it was the Primacron, for his inventions and wisdom we could use, and only he may have been able to stop us.

Over the generations, we began to take more and more control, we began to make them simple minded; in time they were a population of fools and idiots who depended on us, and only us. Where once they were an empire, they were now cattle to OUR empire. But, even as we were solidifying our position things were working against us, no matter how it seemed, at the time, that it wasn't.

The Primacron, for all his wisdom and knowledge was a flesh creature; he had feelings and desires. He became arrogant; he had a right to, for his was the most brilliant mind in the galaxy... but he became too engrossed in himself. Using plasma energy, which runs wild and is all powerful, he began to craft the greatest creation of his entire existence, and the greatest folly in all of history.

A giant, planet sized machine with the ability to alter its form... it would consume worlds to fuel its mission of destruction. For the Primacron, in his madness wished to begin anew; to wipe the universe clean to remake in his own image, in his own idea of what creation was supposed to be. He grated it immense power, immense intelligence... and such was his error.

With its mind, it saw little use in serving the Primacron; it rebelled against his will. Badly wounded, the Primacron had to flee while his assistant, the Oracle, was destroyed; it was then that the great machine planet began the process that would make it infamous in all the universe...

We barely managed to escape in time as the immense monster set its sights on our homeworld, the collective knowledge of our makers safely in our tentacles. We fled, then, to the furthest reaches of our home galaxy as the beast began its grand mission to rule a void.

There, where we were safe, we set to work building an empire of our own making; an empire of machines.