I am an Omega Borg, one of the greatest warriors of the invading forces. I was designed only for destruction, to strategize and react with deadly precisions. It's been countless years since I was abandoned on this savaged mountaintop. I was content to wait with stoic complacency, but nature now creeps back up the lonesome peak, strangling it with new life. How strange it is that the trilling of these tiny birds might warm a heart that isn't there. I was built to destroy, but where would the honour be in killing this fragile creature? Perhaps I should rethink my ethos of existence. This simple song has done away with so much of the bleak ennui of this mountain. Perhaps... this is real power?

The feminine wiles of this robot series is especially effective against a patriarchal society. Kelly is a more streamlined model than Nancy. She is instead a master of subterfuge. She uses her assets and skills to cloud thoughts and veil the truth. But she delights in reaping the carnage she sows. In this, she is perhaps the cruelest of this "sister series."

In the strange string of spacetime known as Moonside, both abstract notion and mundane normality are twisted together and made one. The creativity of its people bleed into the world and become tangible and terrible. Dali's Clock is no exception. The nature of Moonside is always in sway, and the Clock can ebb with its tide better than most. Time is easy to master where it is not so absolute.