The reploid's legs clanked loudly as he crossed the desert, the harsh winds whipping against his cloak. The hooded robe was the only thing protecting him from the elements as he tirelessly traveled, searching ceaselessly for his objective. With his body having long since fallen into disrepair, he couldn't afford to leave himself exposed for fear that the sand may interfere with his circuits. Besides, the damage that he'd suffered had left his appearance scarred beyond recognition. A machine of his caliber would not let someone to see his face in such condition: his pride would not allow for it.

For hours, he pushed against the inhospitable winds of the barren landscape, searching for any sign of the object that he was looking for. His sensors detected that one was in the geographical area, yet they too had been damaged by many decades of wear, and could no longer pinpoint its exact location. He knew what the objects were capable of: Dr. Light's creation had encountered them many times throughout his travels, each providing invaluable aid to the legendary reploid. Yet despite centuries of observing X, he could never find them himself, as they seemed to be placed only in locations that X alone could reach. But after so many earth-shaping conflicts, the world's geography had changed, and now he would have a chance of his own.

After so long that he'd lost track, with the sun already beginning to dip below the horizon, the hooded reploid finally caught glimpse of something. A tiny glint of metal, sticking out of one of the barren sand dunes. Excitement building within him, he rushed towards the dune and knelt close to the ground, observing the metal part closer.

His sensors began to read more strongly than ever before. There was no mistake, this was what he had been looking for. What he had sought after for centuries. Wasting no time, the hooded reploid reached into the sand and began digging, slowly unearthing the buried find. He didn't care if the sand would damage his circuits anymore; his goal was just within his grasp.

By the time he finished digging, the sun had already set on the arid desert, replacing the sweltering heat and unceasing winds with a cool and tranquil nightfall. His eyes gleamed from beneath his hood as he stared at the treasure he had uncovered: a large blue capsule with a glass cylinder in the center. The reploid grinned as he approached the capsule, reaching out with his arm and placing it on the glass. The capsule let out a gentle hum as it came to life, lights across the top flashing on and off.

Suddenly, the glass began to retract, and a translucent blue image flickered into existence: a hologram of the world-renowned Dr. Light, the father of robotics.

Dr. Light stared at the reploid who awakened him in astonishment. "You... you're still alive?!"

The reploid laughed. "Hello, Light. It's been a long three hundred years, hasn't it?"