‘It was once a sea, you know.’ intoned Alaliaq, ‘And Arufara was a resplendent city. As stately and rich as any in the universe. But time changes all things. The sea dried up and the great city fell into ruin. For forty thousand years I have been imprisoned on this wretched world. But even when I first arrived here, forty thousand years ago, the sea was already dry and the ruins of Arufara were already ancient beyond memory. Below the cliff, boy, there we will find what we are searching for.’
         Darian took the jarred head and shimmied down a steep slope to the former shore of what was once the Sitnalta Sea and walked along the dried shore until he came upon the entrance of a cave on the side of the cliff. The cave appeared to be the ruins of an ancient drainage pipe as it was circular in shape.
         ‘There.’ intoned Alaliaq, and Darian entered.
         The cave was large enough for Darian to walk upright and he was guided along by the beam of a flashlight he had bought in Carralac. He followed the cave for a few hundred yards before he came upon a heap of rocks where it had collapsed many centuries earlier. At the top of the heap there was an opening dug out of the rocks barely large enough for a man to crawl through. Indeed, it was difficult for Darian to crawl through the hole with his head-in-a-jar, but he managed, and on the other side the cave opened up into a cavernous chamber littered, he was disturbed to see, with human bones. Aside from these ominous bones, the floor of the chamber had metal tracks running across the ground and it appeared to be the remains of a tunnel built for an underground train. At either end, the roof had collapsed in heaps of rocks and the only way forward that he could see was a hallway that opened up in the wall on the other side. He crossed the tracks, taking care not to step on any of the human remains, and as he entered the hall he came across what could only have been their killer.
         The robot looked to have been destroyed years ago, it’s head, arms and torso sprawled across the floor, it’s legs crushed and buried in a heap of rocks where a portion of the wall had collapsed. But judging by the size of it, it would have stood over twelve feet high in it’s active life. As Darian crept by it, he was startled half to death and almost dropped Alaliaq for the intense fear that jolted through him as it’s eyes lit up and the inhumanly large robotic hand started to move and drag itself towards him.
         ‘Waeko...’ it said in a robotic monotone much more screeching and abrasive than Alaliaq’s, ‘Waeko...’ it repeated, ‘...you must not enter...’ Darian screamed and pulled out the plasma pistol he still had on him and shot the mechanical giant in the face, repeatedly, until the pistol’s charge ran out and the trigger went “click”. He threw the gun aside and let out a breath. He swore he almost had a heart attack, but as he calmed down he had to ask Alaliaq, ‘Why did he say “Waeko”?’
         ‘Boy, you shouldn’t be so curious,’ replied the pickled head, ‘but where is it you think the foolish, old doctor found me?’ Darian stood silent. He never knew. ‘But we must continue on, boy.’ continued Alaliaq, ‘We must finish what the foolish doctor began.’ And so, they pressed forward.
         The hall continued for about another two hundred yards and at the end of it, they came upon what looked to be a sarcophagus of some sorts, apparently excavated from another heap of fallen rocks. Beside the sarcophagus sat a small chest. The chest had already been opened and was empty, but the sarcophagus remained closed.
         ‘There.’ intoned Alaliaq, ‘We have found what we have came for.’
         ‘What is it?’ whispered Darian, almost too nervous to speak out loud.
         ‘This is my brother.’ answered the jarred head, ‘It is he who will put me back in power and bring you glory beyond your wildest imaginings. Set me in that terminal, boy.’
         In the side of the sarcophagus was a rectangular slot just large enough to fit Alaliaq’s jar and Darian dutifully did as he was told and set him in there. The pale head inside the jar closed it’s eyes and, almost immediately, a humming noise issued from the sarcophagus as tiny little lights lit up across it. Then, the top of the sarcophagus slowly opened with a high-pitched mechanical whirring revealing inside it a pale body lying on it’s back covered from head to toe with frost. The body was that of a man, tall and young-looking with long black-hair. Things that looked like defibrillators were attached to his heart and side and a mask covered his mouth and nose. A deep red glow filled the sarcophagus and, slowly, the body warmed until all the frost had melted into drops of water and color returned to the pale flesh. Then, pulses surges through the defibrillators and air was pumped through the mask into the man’s lungs.