His metal footsteps echo off the cold concrete floors as he marches down the hallway to his control room.A solid stainless-steel door slides aside for him, revealing a glowing semi-circle panel of buttons, switches, computer monitors, and digital interfaces that lowers from the ceiling like a crown.His thin metallic fingers find the optic interlink cable, which he plugs directly into the socket in the crook of his left arm.Sounds erupt from giant speaker stacks stationed in the corners of the room.The bass rattles the molecular structure of everything in the room, including him. With a snap of his precision-machined fingers, everything you know is gone...