"A giant robot?!" you shout.
"What is it doing here?!" Blackfire shouts.
The robot turns its head around, and it surveys its surroundings. Its head stops when it sights you and Blackfire.
"Humanoid Lifeforms detected," the robot says. "Known species: Tamaranian. Does not compute."
"What does he mean by that?" Blackfire asks you.
"This is Earth," you explain, "it expected to see Earthlings, not us Tamaranians."
"So is this an exploratory robot or military?"
The robot processes the information, then speaks again.
"Question: What are you doing here?"
"We live here," you answer. "We moved here from Tamaran."
"But what are YOU doing here?" Blackfire asks the robot.
The robot takes another moment to process the information.
"Answer: I am here to make Earth peaceful."
The robot then proceeds to walk towards the continent of North America.
"Wait!" you say as you fly ahead of it. "How do you plan on making Earth peaceful?"
"Primary Strategy," it answers, "negotiations. The Earthlings may sign a planetary treaty with my creators, promising to no longer have wars among themselves or with any other species."
You feel sick, already knowing what the alternative strategy is.
"Secondary Strategy," the robot continues, "force. I am given liberty to destroy their military weaponry and bases, thereby intimidating the species into peace."
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