Robo-Ky

::Robo-Ky had been hard at work. His goal was in sight. Just a few more slight adjustments and... YES! It was complete! The ROCKET KNIFE... ...
... ... ... Prototype. Made of Legos. It used highly advanced rubber band technology. He launched it into Maria's bed, deciding not to retrieve it. How would he go about a real rocket knife? The only metal he had fit for a blade was his sword and he wasn't about to break that down.

He wasn't thinking practically enough. A rocket knife would likely have its handle and tail end destroyed with each rocket-knifing. So everything except the blade should be made of easily replaceable parts. The knife would have to be super stabbity.

Robo-Ky would have his rocket knife. And the world would become just that less safe.::

Bzzzzzt.

::Robo-Ky wandered through the Image Sharper, looking about at all the delightful electronics. It reminded him of the numerous similar stores in Japan, except with electricity and a distinct lack of nuclear fallout. Although the absence of charred skeletons dampened his spirits, he enjoyed the numerous gadgets. The sheer volume of electricity pumping through the room made him tingle. He liked the flashing lights, the music playing, the high-definition TVs going, unfortunately with images burned into their plasma screens due to incompetent employees. Robo-Ky made a note of this careless treatment of his fellow machines and made a .txt detailing how he would avenge their wounds. He then filed it under "Do_Eventually" and promptly forgot about it, shifting his attention a mechanica weasel rolling around on a ball. He enjoyed the presence of all these electronic devices immensely. It was awesome. Awesome? He processed his usage of this word. Very nonspecific. Very human. If he had computed further, he would have found this very odd... but fortunately, he became distracted by a replica lightsaber. He snatched it from the small child's hand and dashed around the store, swinging it wildly and blaring music from his internal speakers. Shortly thereaftrer, he returned the lightsaber to the child and went about investigating the massage chairs.::

Bzzzt.

::Robo-Ky walks through the train, being oddly bored. With the mission complete, he found himself longing for something to focus his processes on. And so, he walks around slowly, searching for something... and then he found it. Something new. An arcade! Oh, how he loved wandering through the dilapidated remains of arcades in post-war Japan. The skeletal remains on the DDR pads were always a nice touch to the aesthetic, which he lamented that this arcade lacked. But the fact that the machines did not have a sticky protein/calcium residue from vaporized remains was a plus. He wandered among the machines, looking for something interesting to do... and then he came across the Guilty Gear XX Accent Core machine... and saw the sprite of himself on the screen fighting Ky Kiske::

... ... ... no... ... No... ... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! BZZZZZZZZZT!
DOES NOT COMPUTE! DOES_NOT_COMPUTE! SYSTEM_CRASH!BSoD!

::Robo-Ky's head spins around and he vents steam::
ERROR ERROR ERROR!

EMERGENCY_MEMORY_DUMP!

::Robo-Ky's eyes go blue. White lines flash across them as his eyes go dark and starts up again with a noise.::
... ... VIDEO GAMES! AWESOME!
::Robo-Ky then began playing DDR::

::Robo-Ky's circuits slowly fizzle to life. Connections are made, circuits made whole. Electricity hums and his processor fires up, reading from his hard drive. His internal clock displays the time. His GPS reads Null. His optic circuits slowly turn on and search the compartment around him.::
... ... ... This is not where I was when I shut down.

::Robo Ky's metal joints whirr to life, clicking to life. The gears turn and his head clicks into place.:: Cl-clik-CLAK! ... Bzzzt.

... ... WHERE_AM_I?

[[POKE THE ROBOT! =O]]