Rad! [Open]

    Earth's technological lag was sometimes quaint, most times annoying, but never before a danger to K414. Then the nuclear reactor in his chest melted and destroyed his batteries, leaving the android even more of a radioactive mess than usual. Needing a tremendous amount of power to survive the next few hours, the one plan that came to his overheated mind was stealing Central City's nuclear power plant. It was kind of an emergency.

    The capsule K4 jury-rigged was the size of a watermelon, its plastic finish even smelled like it, but he was so high in the sky that his sensors could barely pick up on its poisonous compounds. But this wasn't the time for navel-gazing. He dropped the capsule, watched it fall down to the center of the power plant, imagined the hiss of its opening, saw the pink mushroom cloud rise high and spread. When it dissipated, the cyborg's heart wheezed audibly... the giga-capsule wasn't so giga, it only captured the administrative building! Useless for his most immediate purposes. But he had a fallback.

    "Don't lose your cool." K4 reminded himself as he crashed by the capsule and floated it to his hand, fighting the urge to shatter it right there and then. This piece of junk was full of people he wasn't planning on killing, but how could the earthlings ever know? To them he'd be a deranged war cyborg callously hurting others for his own benefit, which yes, was a role he excelled at. There were sirens and alarms, stampeding workers being wrangled away from the crater where the alien machine stood, too much chaos for K4 to process. In some minutes the police should arrive with firefighters and paramedics, maybe even a couple martial artists, but what he really wanted was reporters and cameras. He had some demands to make.

    "Yeah, yeah, I know..." grumbled the machine man when he was spammed with warnings that this or that organ integrity was compromised. Some of them were from his time as Kalabas, he was sad to let them go... but they were long due for gene-tailored replacements, anyway. And speaking of updates, wasn't this a sign that he should change to destron? Destron was only harmful to his organic bits, while nuclear sludge could destroy him completely. Oh well. For now he ought to focus on resolving this mess. A minute had passed already? Must fighters must be vacationing overseas. He was quite nervous.