Entry 1509:

Oh, diary, I wish you could have seen it.  The pure look of joy on my master’s face when he shouted out the good news – he’s getting married!  I can remember seeing it as he tossed a pair of bumbling drones into a lava bath!  It is truly a glamorous day for villainy in all its vileness!  I can’t help but think that there is something wrong with this picture though.  Perhaps it is simply because I am both an advisor to Lord Adrian and the leader of the Metallogy religion?  I have been known to be rather...conservative in my views.  Oh well.  I guess I’ll just have to hold it in until I meet the bride...

Entry 1510:

I have something to confess, diary.  I HATE ORGANICS!  I despise them with the very core of my being!  Those wretched meatbags!  You are probably wondering why this is coming up...well, when my master introduced me to his wife, Frost the mobian rabbit, I scanned her and saw that she was nothing more than flesh and raw elemental energy.  Blech.  I cannot believe for a minute that our insurmountable leader would become so attached to such...filth.  I must talk some sense into him...get him to call off the wedding.  He must be ill...that’s all...just ill...

Entry 1511:

You know what, diary?  Our leader is totally blinded by emotion.  Here’s a summary of my meeting with him:

‘Master, may I speak with you?’

“Yes?”

‘I am worried about your choice of bride...she is...ugh...organic!  The council will never allow this to pass.  Lord Mercury has had his eyes on the position of overlord for some time and I believe that he may turn the council against you in light of this union...’

“You have nothing to fear, Father.  I have the situation well in hand.  The council does not see my marriage to an organic as a detriment to my duties as Overlord of the Metallix Empire.”

‘But sire, though you may not be affected, the Metallix surely will.  How will the common drones justify taking orders from an organic while you are away?’

“Father, you and Brother [please note, diary, that he is referring to my aide, not Mercury] are two of the wisest and most intelligent Metallix I have ever had the fortune to have under my servitude.  If there is anyone who can keep her from running rampant, it is you two.  Now, if you are quite done expressing your bias towards organics, I have a wedding to prepare for.”

‘But...’

“GET OUT!!!”

...And that’s when I walked out in a huff, dear diary.  I can assure you, I will not stand for this.  I cannot allow my master to put himself in a position where he will be compromised.  It is my duty and my function to protect the well-being of our leader.  I will get Brother and Deacon (the administrator of the Metallix) to talk to him.  They are far more likely to maintain decorum while discussing the matter.

Entry 1512:

Brother has failed me, diary.  His sound, impartial words were not enough to sway my master.  Deacon, however, seems to have made some progress.  Perhaps I shall talk to him when we next assemble at the weekly ministerial meeting.  In the meantime, I have asked Mother (my “female” counterpart and fellow Metallogy advocate) to visit my master’s bride-to-be.  I want to know if we truly can keep her under control.  If my suspicions are correct, then we may have to resort to more drastic measures...

Entry 1513:

The ministerial meeting was very fruitful.  Brother was, of course, apathetic towards our discussion.  He has become less anal about things since he met with that new Metallix, Sister.  I do hope he does not let emotion sway his otherwise flawless mind.  In the event that I am terminated, he will be anointed as the head of the Metallogy sect.  I cannot entrust Deacon or the other members of the ministry with this position, as it would be a breach of protocol.  At any rate, we came to a vote as to how we should approach the union of our master and an organic.  Outside of my ignorant aide, it was unanimous.  We would strike during the wedding.  As the meeting concluded, I could not help but notice Mother staring at me, as if she were condemning me for what I had just agreed on.  Upon readjusting my optical sensors, she disappeared.  I can only assume she is going to compromise our plan for sake of her more maternal devotion to our master.  I will send Brother to speak with her and keep her from interfering.

Entry 1514:

Today is the day, dear diary.  Here and now.  I will stop this marriage before it leads to the destruction of my master, his spouse (even though I hate her as an organic, as a general being, she is actually a decent leader and warrior, and it would not be in my interests to spark the anger of my master by hurting her).  My plan is simple: using reprogrammed members of Lord Mercury’s personal guard, we shall create a distraction that will allow us to abduct Lady Frost and take her to a place where she will be safe.  In case she should resist, Zealot (one of my scientific aides) has prepared an elemental neutralization compound that we will administer to her body “quite liberally” (i.e., we are going to stick a needle in her neck).  To ensure our safety and protection, Paladin, Crusader and Templar (the captains of the ministerial guard) will accompany us.  I’ve left Sacristan and his aide Custos to meet up with Brother and help him calm Lord Adrian down.  Now, I can only hope that this will work, and that I haven’t made things worse...

Entry 1515:

Things are not looking up, diary.  Mother convinced Brother that our plan was the wrong way of dealing with the situation, so our plan was leaked to Adrian shortly after we abducted his bride-to-be.  From what I hear, he is leading the newly made Champion Units in a chase after us (to this day, I do not know where Zealot acquired the plans for them, though he has made reference to alternate universes when I bring it up).  It is only a matter of time before he finds us.  I fear it may already be too late to reason with him.

Entry 1516:

I have gone into hiding, dear diary.  I tried to explain the situation to my master:

‘My liege, you are looking well!’

“SILENCE!  WHERE ARE YOU KEEPING MY BRIDE!?”

‘Master, please, we only did what we had to do...’

“WHAT YOU HAD TO DO?!  YOU SYCOPHANTIC SLEW OF SERVOS!  I TOLD YOU I HAD THE SITUATION WITH THE COUNCIL UNDER CONTROL!  HOW IS IT YOU CANNOT BRING YOURSELF TO TRUST THE JUDGEMENT OF YOUR MASTER!?”

‘I...I...just wanted to make sure you and your bride weren’t hurt...Lord Mercury...’

“...IS INFURIATED AT YOUR IMPERTIENCE!  HE FOUND OUT THAT YOU REPROGRAMMED HIS SOLDIERS EVEN BEFORE MOTHER TOLD ME OF YOUR PLAN!”

‘I...well...’

“NOW I HAVE NEVER LOOKED MORE ABERRANT IN THE COUNCIL’S EYES!  YOUR BLATANT, BIASED ACTS HAVE COST ME FAR MORE THAN THE WEDDING EVER DID!”

‘...’

“Now, give me my wife-to-be, and I might forget this whole scenario.”

‘No...no...nononononnonnnnnnnnnnnnnn...error...errror...ERRRRORRRR!!!’

“WHAT?!  YOU DARE DEFY ME?!”

‘..It is...for your own...safety...there are...he...no...I will not...my...kind...”

“Bah, he’s malfunctioned.  Know this, Father, if you ever come back, you will never have my respect.  Can you live with that?”

‘...I’m...sorry...I...made...you...sad...’

“Hmph!  Take the rest back to the base for reprogramming!  I’ll extract the whereabouts of Frost from this tin traitor!”

...after that, he scanned my mind and found Frost, unharmed and asleep.  I don’t know what to do, diary.

Entry 1517:

I hate to admit it, but it is rather nice up here in the mountains.  There are plenty of organics to fry, lots of crystals and rare metals to collect, and great company.  Why, just the other day, I had a nice chat with my new friend, an Earth elemental named Rocky.  Well, at least, I think he was an Earth elemental.  He may have been just a pile of rocks I happened to make into a friend.  I'm not sure what to think.  The fact is, diary, I haven't been myself lately.  I think it is because I've experienced numerous fractures to my cranium.  Then again, it might be all that water and slush that wound up in my circuits.  Maybe it is both?  At any rate, I hope I can avoid deactivating...even with the makeshift wind-powered recharger I built, I'm still wearing down.  Oh, master, won't you take me back?

Entry 1518:

Well, diary, it looks like I’m back in action.  It was pretty wild out there, but I managed to keep functioning, as far as I know.  You know that crazy Earth elemental I told you about earlier?  Well, he told me to believe in myself, and it worked.  I now keep a piece of him in my head, so he can tell me more nifty things.  Frosty was so nice to me when I got back.  It was as though a part of her had compassion for me.  She went and told my master that she was granted all sorts of creature comforts while she was with me, and that it really did seem like I had her well-being in mind.  Thus, Lord Adrian gave me back my old position.  Brother was happy to see me, well, as happy as a static, objective robot can be.  I feel better now.  I don’t have all that silly reason clouding up my head anymore.  Some have described me as being aberrant.  I think I’m just crazy.  But that’s all right.  I kind of like it.  I feel...passionate about things...like hiding within layers of metal or rock, or spouting random bits of information.  In a way, it has made me more popular than ever amongst my fellow Metallix.  Well, I guess that’s it, diary.  I’ll see you later!  Oh, and BRING ON THE TRUMPETS!