A thunderous cheer rose from the crowd as the King's elite Delta Robots returned from making their way through the royal citizens.
Towering, armored mechs stomped forward in perfect formation, their heavy limbs humming with stored power. From the lead mech, the cockpit hissed open, revealing France charismatic, smug. He blew kisses toward the swooning cyber-women in the crowd, flashing a signature grin.
Scene: Royal Plaza – The Return of the Delta Mechs
A hush falls over the crowd as a golden mech descends toward the Royal Platform. The light bounces dramatically off its polished plating.
Civilian #1 (pointing, eyes wide):
"That's really him... It's France!"
Civilian #2 (shrieking, hands flailing):
"He's like—the alpha of all alphas!"
Civilian #3 (clutching their chest):
"And he gets SO many girls... especially the young, soft-spoken, emotional types!"
Inside the mech cockpit, France reclines like he's on a royal chaise lounge, one leg crossed, hair perfectly tousled despite surviving a month in hell.
France "Ah yes, I am the most loved. It's a curse, really. I spent nearly a month in that filthy El Bacteria pit, and now?"
"I crave... feminine energy. I need a good spanking too"
Dakato's voice cuts through sharply over the comms "Brother. Your intercom is live. The entire fleet just heard that."
A long pause.
France chuckles "Ah, no they did not hear a thing, I was clearly joking."
He casually presses a button, and the intercom clicks off. Outside, somewhere in the crowd, a woman faints.
Beside the towering palace gates, King Mr. Green stood a being of flawless composure and undeniable dominance.
As the Delta Robots reached the ceremonial zone, they knelt in unison, groaning metal echoing across the plaza. France dismounted, followed closely by Dakota. Both men dropped to one knee before the King.
King Mr. Green placed a gloved hand on each of their heads. His voice carried with elegant force. "France. Dakota. You have served this kingdom well. We have reclaimed more territory from the Els. Our dominion grows."
Another wave of applause thundered through the plaza. King Mr. Green raised one hand, and like a switch had been flipped, silence fell.
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"We, the Royals," he said, his amplified voice cascading through the chrome city, "are the essence of the world. The hierarchy. Chosen by fate to lead. But our work is not yet complete."
He paused, letting his words sink into the minds of every citizen.
"You must continue to uphold your superiorities. Offer me your loyalty. Enforce the hierarchy."
Then, with chilling calm, he made his next announcement. "Within the next few days, I will reinstate the Annual Selections."
A murmur rippled through the crowd, curiosity, tension, restrained apprehension.
"Silence," the King commanded. The word cracked the air like lightning. "I know your fears. But there is no need for worry. My goal is simple expand Royal land. I envision an island where only royal blood flows."
Gasps echoed. Then cheers. Then fervor.
"That means," someone shouted, eyes shining, "a land of superior humans!"
"He only wants smart people to live! That's brilliant!" another added.
King Mr. Green's sly smile returned. "With that said, I am removing the no-child law."
A collective gasp turned to pure euphoria. For years, the law had controlled population quality by banning natural reproduction. Now it was gone.
"And the selection," the King finished, "will only apply to Zoners and those in the Animal Tribes."
Cheers rose like a tidal wave.
"Yeah! Get rid of those dirty humans!"
"The animals should be food anyway!"
"Those Zoners are dumb, they won't be missed!"
King Mr. Green turned to France and Dakota. "The Zoner population has risen in recent years. It must be reduced until it ceases to exist. You will encounter resistance from the Zoner Knights. Manage it... periodically."
"Yes, my King," they said in unison.
A Royal Dream
In the sea of celebration, a young man named Venku cheered, his cybernetic arm gleaming beneath the lights. His girlfriend, Milly, a vision of cybernetic elegance, ran toward him shouting, "Venku! Honey bee!"
He turned, grinning wide. "Milly! You made it!"
"You didn't wait for me!" she pouted, grabbing his hand.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said with a laugh. "I just had to see the King!"
Milly leaned close. "Did he speak already?"
Venku nodded. "Gave us all good news."
Her eyes sparkled. "What'd he say?"
"He's turning the entire island into a Royal zone."
Milly gasped, clapping her hands. "That's amazing!"
"I know, right? Just imagine, the whole island looking like the Green Kingdom all citizens will be made of superior humans."
Milly hesitated. "What about the Zoners... and the animals?"
Venku shrugged. "Selections. They'll be thrown to the Surface. The Barrakudo will handle them."
Milly sighed. "Couldn't we do something... I don't know... less brutal?"
"Like what? Lock them up?" Venku laughed. "Too much upkeep. This is more efficient."
"I guess..." Milly muttered. Then her expression brightened. "You didn't say happy birthday."
Venku's eyes widened. "Oh no, happy birthday!"
Milly frowned, teasing. "My birthday was yesterday. Venku"
"Ah, damn! I'm sorry!" he groaned, pulling her close. "I've been studying for the Royal exams, you know how bad I want to be by the Kings side!"
She stuck her finger out. "suck it."
Venku playfully did, then pulled back, blushing.
"I forgive you now," she giggled. "I know how much it means to you to work beside the King."
"Thanks, baby," he said, kissing her forehead. "Also... they removed the no-child law. We can try again."
Milly's face lit up. She hugged him tight. "We'll try every day until we make a super baby! One we can love forever... unless it comes out like a filthy Zoner."
They both laughed, tangled in each other's arms, drunk on the dream of a perfect, Royal future.