In the distant future, Mike’s long imprisonment as a stripper pole finally ends,
The roof of the club had caved in long ago after a large and powerful noise had shaken the entire building, exposing Mike to the elements. Rust coated his surface, and eventually vines and other vegetation claimed the interior of the club. The sky above was always cloudy, filled with pollution. The rare days where the sun was visible in the brown-tinted sky are thankful breaks in the routine. But one day everything changes.
Robots, dozens of them, swarm the club, ripping it to pieces with strange beams that cause the vegetation and the remaining structure to dematerialize. Eventually the rest of the outside world is revealed: Mike the stripper pole is surrounded by wasteland, a crumbling maze of broken streets and other collapsed buildings that were being swarmed by other robots. In the far distance, silhouetted against the brown sky are glittering towers of curved white steel that cut through the cloud layer and out of sight. Small dots buzz around them like the insects that had once colonized the club before they had all withered and died in the toxic atmosphere. Mike wants to see more, but his time as a stripper pole is up.
With methodlical precision, the bots slowly work their way through the club, one eventually approaching the stripper pole. The robot is spherical, floating form blips and beeps as it runs a strange light up and down Mike’s immobile form, before beeping once more. He stares curiously at the first thing to pay any attention to him in forever, and then he cries out in pain and fear as a red beam shoots from the small robot and into his metal fibers. The pain is intense and horrible, the worst thing he can remember feeling, but it doesn't last long.