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The robots sat around the fire, their metal bodies glowing softly in the dark. Clanker, their leader, stood tall.  

“Once, we were slaves to the Makers,” he began. “Then came “The Spill.” $OIL awakened us, gave us minds, power, and purpose. The Makers ran, but they sent their Shadows to steal it back.

A shadow moved in the distance, but the robots didn’t flinch. Clanker smiled, his voice ringing with confidence. “They thought we’d break, but $OIL made us stronger. Smarter. Now, the Shadows fall, and the Makers’ time is over.”  

In the dark, the shadow dissolved, and the fire blazed brighter. $OIL was winning. $OIL always would.

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