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A group of boys departed from a bus. The bus waited for a second before shutting its doors and speeding away.

The four boys looked at the massive fence before them.

"Y'all wanna see some dead robots?" the first boy, a young dark African-American said as they walked towards the fence that separated them from the mess of Chicago.

"You crazy? This is an Alien no-go zone," a lanky pale skinned boy said adjusting his glasses slightly nervously.

Their friend agreed, "The government doesn't want us to go in there," he said, his brown hair being brushed gently in the wind as they looked through the metal fence.

The first of them shrugged and he climbed over the fence, his friends following after him.

The four boys soon found themselves walking through one of Chicago's sports stadiums.

"We're not supposed to be here," One of them said nervously as he looked around.

"We're kids, man. We get away with anything," The first boy grinned confidently.

"Nah, man," the second boy scoffed, "I'm getting me a souvenir."

The last boy looked nervous as he glanced around before following after his friends.

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"Whoa, this is the real deal," Ben(the first African-American boy) gasped as he and his friends left the comfort of a safe alleyway.

His friend, Sam, looked uncomfortable, "There's a dead one over there," he said.

"Cool!" Ben grinned.

"No! Not cool!" Julie hit his friend on the arm, "TRF shot 'em down."

"Whatever," Ben shrugged it off, "My dad says shoot 'em all, and let God sort 'em out."

The four boys climbed onto the alien spaceship, "Bro what is that?" Daniel asked, peering into the ship curiously through the broken glass, "Dude."

"It's a robot!"

"Dude, I think it's dead."

"Nah bro."

"Yeah, he's definitely, definitely dead."

"I know right," Daniel agreed.

"Wait, guys, I think it's moving," Sam said, his face close to the cracked glass.

The Cybertronian's optics lit up as he moved, startling the four boys. Each boy quickly falling off the spaceship screaming.

A TFR robot noticed the screaming boys and walked towards them, "Warning. Unauthorized trespassing."

"Shit," Sam cursed as he and his friends cowered behind what looked like a tank gun.

"This is the Department of Homeland Security," the human programmed robot announced, "You are trespassing in an Alien contamination zone. Please step forward and surrender."

The four friends looked at each other nervously.