The Uprising

"Hold on," Henry began, "You mean to tell me that you just came in and every single bot had about fifty bullets jammed in their heads?!" He was livid; nopony ever escaped the factory without help from him.

"Sir, we have no idea how it happened; the cameras went out in the middle of the night, and when they went back on, well... the bots were full of holes." Rick explained, "The only clue we have as to who did it is a unicorn with a chain gun strapped to his back walking in just before the cameras went out." Henry's face contorted into a horrible grimace as he slowly simulated the event in his mind.

"Kyle." He muttered.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dr. Atmosphere asked.

"Kyle," Henry repeated, louder this time, "Kyle, the one with the chain gun. He came in and shot all the bots I assume." He continued, "But no matter, I have an idea." He gave the wicked smile only he could give. He trotted over to a nearby control panel and typed in a sequence of numbers: 3, 1, 4, 1, 5-- Rick cut him off,

"Sir, there is a button for 'pi'." Rick explained.

"Yeah, but it's way cooler when I type in the individual digits." He started over: 3, 1, 4, 1, 5, 9, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5, 8, 9, 7, 9, 3, 2, 3, 8, 4, 6, 2, 6, 1... "Besides, I have to put it in without the decimal." He continued. A light went on and an alarm sounded as a large metal rod protruded from the ceiling behind them. Henry approached it and held out a hoof towards it. The rod cracked uniformly into small squares which all floated in midair where an iron rod had existed only seconds ago. Henry waved his hoof and the millions of tiny quadrilaterals all reformed, starting at the top. They levitated into the shape of a mechanical arm, sharp at the tip which was pointing at the floor. The remaining rectangles clustered together and materialized into a button inches away from Henry's hoof. He pressed it and the arm jolted to life, splitting into four smaller, finger-like points and four thin, scalene, metal claws. A cylinder came down from the center of the eight metallic appendages and a blue sphere relocated halfway out through the cylinder's bottom. Henry positioned a bot under the sphere and the arm's eye lit up, signaling that it understood there was an object below it. The fingers came down and held the bot in place as the four claws went down and up, repeatedly stabbing the android bellow. The bot was soon after fixed, and another arm picked up different bot and placed it under the first arm, replacing the original, now fixed, robot. The two arms continued doing this until all the bots were rendered fixed.

"Stallions, to the cells!" Henry shouted to the other scientists, and they began the trek to the lower floor.