You bolt upright in your bed, panting and covered in a cold sweat.  You glance around with a frightened and then incredilous look upon your face.  You are in safe at home, the old abandoned water tower that you have secretly converted in to your cosy apartment.  You reach to the wooden crate you use as a nightstand and grab your morning joint.  You run it under your nose inhaling deeply of the fresh weed scent, then light the end with a jet of flame frm your index finger and proceed to puff away. You peel the sheets of your body and dissconnect the thin blue cable from your navalplug. Winding the cord around your left hand you pick up the heavy grey box at the pother end with your right, holding the jay firmly between your lips.

"Obviously there must be a malfunction in this new dream module.  I certainly hope I won't have to redo that entire subconcious mod again"

Cracking open the casing of the dream module you begin to hunt for shorts or corrosion but the problem is much more obvious than that.  A strange microchip has been crudely soldered in to place atop the main processor. It is jet black and vaugley shaped like a bettle, no, like a cockroach, with each of its legs connected to a circuit.

"But how did you get in here? I checked this right before bed last night."

As if in answer to you the chip begins to whirr, and then comes to life, breaking free and scurrying with extreme quickness! If it had come from underneath your fridge you would never have suspected its authenticity. But a second ago it was just as obviously a featurless piece of plastic and metal. As it trys to scurry out to freedom you deftly grab it between your thumb and forefinger and hold it up to eye level. It struggles bravely, twisting and biting but you are too strong for it.  It shoots beams of red energy from its tiny eyestalks but they cannot pierce your synthetic skin. It begins to speak to you, its voice half haughty, half enraged.

"So you triumphed once again.  Or so you think! This was a test and nothing more! When my wrath descends it will have the destruction of an apocalypse! You will know it and cower! Nothing stands before the might of Dr. Vermyn! Not even you Nonconformist Organic Robot, your secret technology shall be mine!'

"My name. Is. NOR!" and you crush it between your fingers, grinding the machine to dust then melting it in to the floor with lasers. You may have gained a new enemy but at least now it has a name. And named things can be killed.