Atticus lay on the ground, his eyes wide open as he gazed at the massive hammer that was suspended inches away from his face.
If it had been just a few inches lower, Atticus would have had his head crushed.
As soon as the AI voice sounded, the massive golden form of the robot, which currently looked like the embodiment of the sun God, lifted the massive golden hammer away from Atticus's face effortlessly and stood up straight.
The large smile on its face remained unchanged as it walked away from Atticus and went to stand on one side of the space. The golden glow surrounding its body dimmed until it regained its silver color, its massive hammer fading away into the air.
Atticus breathed heavily, his chest heaving upwards and downwards as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
