[ IP ] Drake .

Morgan Prime unlocked his door and quickly stepped into his house. The rain outside had begun to pour and was soaked to the skin. He peeled off his coat and pants and walked over to his bedroom for more clothes. Prime lived in a simple five room apartment. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and living room, which was all Prime really needed. He could live in nice, three story houses like his colleagues, but Prime, who was still a bachelor, liked to live simple. After changing into dry clothes he moved over to his computer desk. He walked up and the computer orb, which scanned his face, confirming he was Morgan Prime. 
 
 `` Hello Mr. Prime, what can I do for you?'' asked the machine politely. 
 
 `` Open my work email computer.'' Prime requested and in an instant his work email was displayed in front of him using a hologram. He reached up and touched the hologram where his newest email was and it opened to reveal text. A picture of a robot sprang up in front of Prime. It was a sleek humanoid robot, with two blue eye, one much larger then the other. It looked to be about 6'1, with a thin body and oval smooth head. 
 
 Prime began to read the email. `` Congratulations Mr. Prime we have accepted your'Drake' model robot and have begun production immediately. This robot is revolutionary!! The first of its kind!! As requested you will get 30 % of all profits. You shall start seeing that soon. Have a good day Mr. Prime'' 
 
 Prime smiled and sat down, allowing relief to wash over him. The Drake class robot had been an ambitious attempt. There had been many failings and setbacks but Prime had shouldered on, many times using some of his personal cash to keep the project afloat. Now, he probably would n't have to work again. The defense department was already hammering out a contract for Drake robots to be used on the battlefield which would mean millions would be bought. Prime had insisted that he get 30 % of the profits from Roclon selling his robot and that had been a whole different battle. They wanted to give him 10 % but Prime would not budge. There had been arguments, cursing, threats, but finally Roclon had budged. 
 
 Prime stood up. This was a cause for celebration. He had an amazing Resalte 400 $ wine sitting in the kitchen for just this sort of occurrence. Prime turned the corner into the kitchen and froze. 
 
 There, in the middle of the kitchen, stood a Drake robot. Its giant blue eye scanning the surroundings. The robot stared at Prime for a second before its metallic voice called out `` Target acquired, Morgan Prime'' 
 
 Before Prime could move the robot had crossed the kitchen in a single leap. It slammed into Prime, throwing him back into the living room and into the coffee table. Stars exploded in Prime's vision and his body ached. The robot was on top of him in seconds. Its giant blue eye staring coldly down at Prime. 
 
 `` Why?'' was all Prime could whisper before the robot reach down, grabbed his head with its cold hands, and twisted.
