These were both big surprises. None of the cyborgs were expecting the humans to win an award. They were not even part of their clan. They just shared our label. The actual genre award going to 6C's was unusual too. I would have thought that they would win the general category due to the uncreativeness of cyborg musicians. Then I realized that it was very creative in execution. This was one of the first albums that we needed to shuffle them all around by doing a ton of duets along with the first few full group songs. It was well deserved. That was all that we got. It was a bit disappointing for those that did not win, but we had 4 awards. 2 of them were televised. Now it was time to go home. We also got to show off the other half of our selection of AEP units to the world. People knew we meant business before. Now, they knew we were a dominant force. We put our trophies in the dedicated trophy room. Brett was not in creative, but he was in sales. All of our songs went gold. Some of them even went platinum. Those plaques were all in the trophy room. Any guest could see them all.
Our clan members were a bit nonplussed that they were forced to share the glory with the Thumpers. All of the other humans were in support roles. I told them not to go looking for fights with them. Paul, Brett, Hunter and I thought that this was a massive victory for us. We could use this human band to throw others off of our trail. There was an award winning band that was now known all over the continent. We could use them for PR with those that did not like the cyborgs. For those that would ally with cyborgs, just having them doing well on television and living under the radar was good enough for them. I was preparing to get ready for a big meeting when I was informed from upstairs that we had a delivery. I asked who it was. The receptionist said "They just said 'Volition Clan'." I told him that I would be up to see them. I saw the leader and the 2 PEP units that he bred. He looked at me and then tilted his head to a giant moving truck. "Look in the truck." he said. There were another 2 in their truck waiting. In their truck, there were 5 X-frames and a sixth PEP unit. I just looked at them.
He was just looking at me with a disdainful look. He did not like the fact that he had to deal with me or my clan. If it was up to him, he would just walk in and commandeer all of our shit. Knowing all my clan members, they would be more than willing to let that happen. "With the blueprints we got, we needed to open up our own PEP lab. In there, was the 08F and 01M models. Our incubators here took the 11F to be bred even more. My real clanmates choose between all 3 models." I could see 3 bright yellow and black ones, 2 orange and gray and the fifth was lavender and light blue. "I wasn't chosen for the next stage. I know you guys were not chosen either. What the hell did you do to get so many AEP units!? What are we going to do about it?" he demanded. I just chuckled. "What's so funny!?" he said as he tried to threaten me. I knew that PEP units would come and try to investigate us. The government had no qualms doing it. We were independent. I explained the situation to him. He chuckled and clapped me on the back. "I knew I was right to come in. What do you have for us!?"
