Challenge #01559-D098: He’s Only One Year Old
My brow furrowed. “You’re a thirty-foot-tall robot. How did you order solar panels?”
“Ebay.” – @recklessprudence
I tutted at him. “You do know you can order them direct from cheaper places, right? And they’re more likely to _work_.”
“But those need a drivers licence and I can not get one.”
“Show me those sites, please.” The screen on his midriff lit up, displaying the sites in question. And they were all questionable sites to begin with. “Rugro… have you been using Bing as your search engine again?”
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Challenge #01279-C184: Ambassador Murder-bot
@recklessprudence - made to kill, fights for peaceful solutions.
Challenge #00854-B123: Ahead by a Nose
Child: Mommy! Mommy! I found a head! Can I keep it?
Mum: No, you can’t keep it. Now go and give it back to the gentlebot who lost it.
Child: They didn’t say “thank you”, Mommy.
Mum: Don’t worry about it, dear. Some people don’t know how to be polite after they’ve been decapitated.
[AN: We all know the gentlebots of steampoweredgiraffe are well-mannered enough thank peeps who help when they’ve lost their heads, so…]
5PY-80T knew hir assignment. All ze had to do was arrange to get hir head into the enemy labs. Which required help from the mole.
They were supposed to meet at an anonymous park and exchange heads. 5PY-80T‘s facial plates were common enough with M0L3′s that the scanners wouldn’t tell the difference. The problem was… the contact was late.
Maybe it was the abundance of people with cameras. Maybe it was the increase in the local police force. Someone, somewhere, had stirred up trouble.
Desperate, 5PY-80T his hir head in the designated place and sent hir body over to a decent hiding place to await M0L3′s signal. And it should have gone well.
If it wasn’t for the small child.
Small children and animals had a knack for messing up plans. And this one found 5PY-80T‘s head and dutifully returned it to hir.
Maybe that was what had happened to M0L3…
5PY-80T lurked in the shadows, checking the wifi for messages or hints of what had gone wrong.
All this trouble, so hir mother-company could keep ahead in the game…
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Challenge #00839-B108: Infodump
You know you’ve over explained something when you make a robot’s eyes go glassy.
“…and when he looks out the window, there’s this long shot that doesn’t make any sense? ‘Cause they’re in a left hand? But it’s a right hand? And that’s how you know that it’s another ship?”
T0B0r blinked. Dazed. “…this does not answer my question…” ze managed.
“And then when she escaped? You can clearly see she’s headed right for Canada?”
“…this does not answer my question…” T0B0r fought against an information-overload-related shutdown.
“Wait, was I talking too much?“
“Yes,” sighed T0B0r. “Shutdown recommended… System overload in twenty more information points…”
“What was your question again?”
“Who… is… Steven… Universe?”
“OH! Yeah he’s a character in a cartoon show.”
“Shutdown initiated. Please wait.”
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A robot falls in love with its regular mechanic and, not knowing how to take it further, keeps breaking itself in important, but non-fatal ways.
