The robot tore open a rift in the fabric of space, intending to leave the battlefield far behind.
But the moment he stepped through, the world flickered.
He found himself right back where he started, his metallic fingers clutching the throat of the very last surviving soldier.
Frustration surged through his circuits.
He surged his internal core, releasing a burst of antimatter that consumed the struggling man instantly.
With a mechanical huff of annoyance, he opened another rift and departed.
The transition was instantaneous and jarringly familiar.
He was back again, standing in the same coordinate of the void, his hand once more clamped firmly around the soldier's neck.
At this moment, his processors flagged a critical error: something was fundamentally wrong with the causality of his location, though his logic gates couldn't yet calculate a solution.
He decided on a different tactical approach.
