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CREDIT: EPIC ROCK | ''Machines'' by All Good Things (2017)

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:: Universal Broadcast In Progress ::

:: The Empress, her most handsome and brilliant adviser, and her loyal Newtrons welcome you home! You’ve been gone for far too long, dearests. For those of you still waiting for your salvation, never fear! We’re on our way. ::

【Dｏｎ＇ｔ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｉｍｅ．　Sｔａｙ　ｃｌｅａｒ　ｏｆ　Ｓｐａｒｋｈａｖｅｎ... ａｖｏｉｄ　Ｎｅｗｔｒｏｎｓ.】

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@seekerofscience

The Newtron Recruitment Center, an unassuming fifth-rate ship, hovered at the center of the Fleet, where rebellion interlopers could be turned back by the Offensive Aerial Unit well before they reached their target. Solarflare would never understand how the rebels could be so misguided as to attack those trying to help them. How could they not wish to be saved? Did they wish to suffer until their deactivation?

Solarflare checked his HUD as he strolled through the halls of the third most important ship in the Newtron Fleet.The datapacket he had received from General Nanostorm said that they had three new recruits awaiting processing and an audience with their Salvation. As Adviser to their Empress and Savior, it was Solarflare's duty to be the first officer to meet their new additions. It was a duty he delighted in for he loved to root out information, especially that which other mechanisms hid away in their processors. What a thrill it was to rifle through the files, downloading and storing all their delectable, and confidential, information for his Empress’s uses.

The Adviser stepped through a door and into a clinical room. The room was not nearly as spartan as their medbay, but it was nothing like his data-storage banks. Under-stabilizer, cords ran along the floor between a set of medical slabs resting against the back wall. Monitors installed in the wall to the right beeped cheerfully and displayed a feed from the recruit’s processor.

The most garishly paneled mech Solarflare had ever seen was in stasis, strapped down tightly to the medical slab. Pink? Green? Bright yellow? All together? What an ugly paint-job! He almost hoped that the mech fought back against his destiny just to be rid of it, but that was unbecoming of an officer to think.

A drone looked up from where it was monitoring the recruit’s vitals to him. It let out a low hiss as it vented and gestured to the other slab.

“Yes, yes. Do make sure to get the chord in right the first time this time.”

Solarflare laid down on the slab, allowing himself to be strapped down in turn. He had nothing to fear of the drones; he was a good and loyal follower of their creator. He turned his helm to look at the other mech’s still frame as the drone planted the chord firmly and initiated the cortical psychic protocol.

“Now, let’s see who you are and what you could do for us, brother.”

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NEWTRONS DO IT BETTER: # 17 Max Headroom Incident & Mr. Robot

Back in 1987, a man in a Max Headroom mask, hijacked two Chicago broadcast signals (WGN; WTTW) and creeped the hell out of Chicago for a little over a minute. We discuss the incident and try to understand it's purpose. We then get into USA Networks new show Mr. Robot and we finish this episode off with a story about a birthday party to avoid. Thanks for listening fellow Newtrons!

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Newtrons Broke the Internet: #8 Mayoral Endorsement, Music of '05, Jungle Juice and Dibs

We endorse a candidate for the Chicago mayoral race and have a special guest from a place far, far away to express his own support for a specific candidate. We then get into why 2005 was a great year for music, Washed Out at a Halloween party and dibs. Thanks for listening!