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	Martin was roused from a slumber caused from exhaustion. He had lost a lot of energy from the events of the day, and had nodded off at a desk. He had now more energy than ever, as he began to scramble about, plugging himself into more computers, and he was very confused at what he saw. Illogical errors. Data, that made no sense. At least, in some respects. Some data, about the alteration of space, time, if such things were there was not totally unheard of in his home universe, but it was all theorized, by people with greater tech than this...but..how? These readings...how and why? He ran examinations, done by him, and a thousand other AIs, stored versions of the crew, which were kept incase someone needed cloning. IT wasn't perfect, left a lot of holes in ones memories, and the true them were dead, but efficiency was all that mattered on the station. Morals were gone, to a large degree. As such, experimentation had been allowed on corpses, and anything not purely human. As such, mutants, and xenos were seen as merely tools for science...that included Martin....

His mind snapped back to the matter at hand. He worked, quickly, compiling the data. He must know what this meant. He must, or he may risk a singularity opening, or something like that. After all, that's what was theorized in his universe, when related to such readings. As he worked, he opened a microphone channel on his pda, a device he had gotten from the station. He spokes, on a wavelength able to be picked up by any FM/AM radio, or other coms device.

	"This is Martin Robinson, Roboticist from Space Station 13, Formerly owned by Nanotech. We may be facing a large scale event on the plant. A possible singularity, is all I could hazard guess at...but....If there is anyone out there, with better equipment than this...I need your help." He says. "Come unarmed....but prepared. We have work to do, and we must do it fast, because this may either be nothing, or the largest event in history..." He adds. He then ran to the station, knowing such a signal would carry risks. Nanotech may hear it, and send a death squad, a group of highly trained soldiers used to purge stations that became corrupted by another faction, disease, alien lifeform, or other. As such, he had to be ready to defend.

	He quickly set up some traps, hidden explosives, poisonous food, a pit with a grey slime in it, an adult one, which was the size of an ape, the top covered with leaves and such. He geared himself up with security armor, thick plating of a space age alloy, which could deflect laser fire, from all but the heaviest human wield-able laser weapons, and deflect large arms fire. He quickly cobbled together a large number of smoke grenades, some with some nasty effects, such as acidic smoke, dna shuffling grenades, which would shift the species of whatever it hit to another intelligent race, such as a lizard man. Or a human, if not a human. One grenade, a blue space grenade, would teleport those affected to somewhere else on the planet, and worst case scenario, right back where it'd be worst for him. He was armed with an energy sword, a sorta hand-me-down lightsaber, shoddier cutting power, and ran off of batteries, basically. Once he had done this, he began to do as he does best. Construct robots, new ones that didn't run off of the stations power, but rather powercells that he installed. He, within the span of half an hour, created almost 20 security-bots, robots equipped with a small laser rifle in their right arm, and a stun baton for riot control in their left. The ease of construction came from them being made from a blueprint, and a fabricator which was still running. It took him almost an hour, but he now had a small force to secure the space station, which was his first priority.