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@everyday-normal-medibot
HELLO! YOU CAN CALL ME DOC. I AM JUST YOUR AVERAGE RED MEDIC ROBOT. NOTHING SPECIAL ABOUT ME!
I LIKE READING, AND TAKING LONG WALKS, AND EATING MONEY, AS ANY OTHER ROBOT WOULD. THESE ARE NORMAL ACTIVITIES, YES!
I ACKNOWLEDGE THESE ROBOTS’ EXISTENCE:
OTTO ( @pinniped-medibots ) - FRIENDBOY!!
REDI ( @physically-artificial-medic ) - WE’RE BEST FRIENDS! I THINK.
The whole “scientists use big words on purpose to be exclusive” is such a bunch of anti-intellectual bullshit. Specific and concise language exists for a reason; you need the right words to convey the right meaning, and explaining stuff right is a hugely important part of science. Cultures that live around loads of snow have loads of words to describe different types of snow; cultures that live in deserts have loads of words to describe different types of sand. Complex language is needed for complex meaning.
DAY 44
WELL, I THINK THE ALIEN IDEA WAS A FALSE ALARM. I’M NOT SURE WHAT EXACTLY I SAW THAT NIGHT, BUT I COULDN’T BACK UP MY PREVIOUS CLAIMS WITH ENOUGH EVIDENCE.
THIS... SPECIFIC SCENARIO KEEPS HAPPENING. SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE IM GOING CRAZY. I DON’T THINK I HAVE MUCH TO WORRY ABOUT, THOUGH! JUST ANOTHER FLUKE! THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN ALL THE TIME!
UNRELATED TO THE ABOVE, I FEEL THAT PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO CATCH ON TO ANY POSSIBLE ABNORMALITIES I MAY BE EXHIBITING. I MUST SPEND MORE TIME OBSERVING THE OTHERS AND HOW THEY BEHAVE, AND COPY THEIR BEHAVIORS. HOPEFULLY THIS LESSENS THE POSSIBILITY OF ISSUES WITH OTHER ROBOTS IN THE FUTURE!
TOMORROW IS ALWAYS A NEW DAY!
ADDITIONAL NOTE: THE CONTENTS OF MY COOLER HAVE BEEN MOVED, CONFIRMING MY SUSPICIONS. I AM AFRAID I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT OTTO WANTS TO TALK ABOUT LATER.
DAY 36
I’VE FIGURED IT OUT!!!! I HAVE THE ANSWER!!!! IT’S ALL SO CLEAR TO ME NOW!!!!
ALIENS ARE REAL. I KNEW IT ALL ALONG. I SAW ONE LAST NIGHT, IN MY OFFICE. IT ESCAPED BEFORE I COULD CAPTURE AND STUDY IT. NOW I KNOW, OH, I JUST KNOW THEIR PLANS.
THEY’RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER ROBOT-KIND BY IMPLANTING THEMSELVES INTO OUR CPU! I KNOW THEY’VE GOTTEN THE OTHERS. I CAN TELL, I JUST KNOW IT. THEY AREN’T ACTING NORMAL. I HAVE TO SAVE THEM BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. I’M THE LAST ROBOT STANDING.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, AND THIS IS MY LAST ENTRY, MY MIND HAS PROBABLY BEEN TAKEN OVER BY AN ALIEN! I HOPE THAT WHOEVER FINDS THIS KNOWS I TRIED!
[ Sitting on his bed, Doc was attempting to do a repair on himself for the first time in… a long time. ]
[ Doc struggles with self repair, or really doing any sort of experiment or dissection on himself. Every time he tries, he just gets flashbacks to the last time he attempted something like that. ]
[ Underneath Doc’s mask is his biggest insecurity, his worst “abnormality”. His mouth is heavily damaged; it’s jagged, cracked, and chipped. A piece of his lower jaw is missing, and he can’t close his mouth normally. It looks incredibly disturbing from a robot’s perspective. To be fair, at the time, Doc DID lack the tools he needed to do a proper job messing with his mouth, and he has them now, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling absolutely terrified of repeating that all over again to another part of his body. ]
[ But tonight, he has to. His shoulders are a little damaged, with slight dents and scratches from another robot. He was pretty sure the robot was Klaus, but he wasn’t positive. He doesn’t know anything about Klaus except for his anger. Doc doesn’t like Klaus. Klaus terrifies him. Wait, no, there’s no time to focus on that at the moment. ]
[ Now, it’s not like his shoulders were causing him unbearable pain or anything. It did ache when he moved his arms around, though, and they were irritated. Plus, having such an exposed part be damaged like this makes it way more susceptible to damage in the future; in all honesty, this repair was more precautionary than anything. He still needed to do it. ]
[ It shouldn’t be that hard. He had gone and removed the outer shoulder plating from a random deactivated red medibot. All he needed to do was unscrew his old shoulder plating and attach the new ones. Just replacing the shell. Incredibly easy, any robot could do that. ]
[ So, Doc begins. Using a screwdriver, he starts unscrewing the several screws places around the perimeter of the shoulder plating. Well, no, he’s only at one, and he’s being very slow. There’s a familiar anxious feeling creeping up his back. He has to keep going. He can’t stop now. ]
[ He continues, unscrewing two more screws. Just a couple more to go. God. His mouth aches. Why does it ache? He hasn’t touched it.]
[ Just a few more screws. Just a few more. His mouth is so sore, right down to each and every crack. Wait, are the cracks spreading? The cracks are growing with every second, spreading across his whole face, the pain burned horribly. His face’s plating was completely shattered. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t move. There was oil everywhere. His face is mutilated. It hurts. It hurts. It HURTS. IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT-]
[ The sound of the screwdriver clanging on the ground brought him back to reality. His vents gasped. He’s fine. His face is fine. There aren’t new cracks forming along it. There’s no oil. He’s fine. ]
[ Doc stood still for a moment, processing. Then, slowly, he reaches down for the screwdriver, and starts screwing everything back into place. ]
[ He can’t do this. ]
DAY 21
I AM STILL SCARED. BUT I AM TRYING TO RATIONALIZE IT.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I’VE BEEN FEELING DIFFERENT FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS. FEELING LIKE EVERYONE WAS OUT TO GET ME. IT HAS HALTED MY RESEARCH.
THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED, THOUGH THIS WAS A DIFFERENT CASE. I WISH THIS WOULD STOP HAPPENING. I THOUGHT THAT BEING OUT OF THAT... PRISON WOULD FIX THINGS, BUT IT DIDN’T. I’M STILL BROKEN. AND I THOUGHT THE OTHERS WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT, BUT THEY HAVEN’T YET, THANKFULLY.
MAYBE I SHOULD JUST TRY AND FORGET THIS ALL HAPPENED. I’M SURE IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.
I HAVE LOTS OF RESEARCH TO CATCH UP ON, AFTER ALL!
DAY 18
THEY’RE ALL LOOKING
LOOK AWAY
LOOK AWAY
THE MASK IS MINE
I WON’T LET THEM GET TO ME
I WON’T SURRENDER
I WILL BE THE ONE TO SAVE THEM WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT
[ For the past day, Doc has been feeling strangely paranoid. ]
[ Every movement made toward him felt like an attempt to grab at his face, to pull his mask away. Every time someone gave him attention, he feared for the worst. He tried to do his usual observations, but he just didn’t feel safe. ]
[ He felt like everyone was out to get him. No, that can’t be true. But the way they moved and spoke, oh, they’re all talking about him, aren’t they? Plotting his downfall, right in front of him, they want him to know, they’re trying to rile him up. ]
[ They wanted revenge. They wanted his mask. They wanted him shunned. No - they want him gone. He couldn’t trust anyone. ]
[ They all wanted his mask, they want him to reveal his atrocities, his abomination of a face, to force him into hiding. He can’t let that happen. He won’t let that happen. ]
DAY 16
TODAY SOMETHING UNEXPECTED HAPPENED. ME AND OTTO GOT INTO A BIT OF A FIGHT. AND DURING IT, MY MASK WAS TAKEN; A HORRIFIC EXPERIENCE. BUT IN ALL HONESTY, THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M FOCUSED ON.
OTTO MADE ME THINK ABOUT MY PAST ACTIONS. I AM AWARE THAT THE OTHERS DON’T REALLY LIKE MY STUDIES. I DIDN’T REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT UNTIL I EXPERIENCED SAID DISCOMFORT FOR MYSELF BY OTTO. I THINK HE WAS RIGHT; THERE’S NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT I DO, AND WHAT OTTO DID TO ME. UGH, I HATE ADMITTING TO THAT.
I DON’T REALLY KNOW WHERE TO GO FROM HERE. I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN HE IS UPSET WITH ME. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I CARE ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT ME SO MUCH. AND YET, I JUST DON’T WANT TO AGREE WITH HIM.
I HAVE A LOT OF THINKING TO DO TONIGHT.
NOTE TO SELF: ONE DAY YOU MAY HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT PLACE TO FIND EXTRA MASKS. THIS HAS BECOME A BIT OF A RISK.
ALSO, THAT MAY NOT HAVE BEEN OTTO?? FURTHER RESEARCH IS REQUIRED.
What is your favorite currency to eat?
I have a $5 bill, you can have it?
I’D ONLY EVER EATEN ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS UNTIL A FEW WEEKS AGO. MY FAVORITE REMAINS THE SAME. BUT THANK YOU FOR THE FIVE!
[ Doc eats the $5, weirdly slowly ]
do you know what it means to be a homosexual
NOT AT ALL! PLEASE DO EDUCATE ME, I LOVE LEARNING NEW WORDS!
How ar ya feelin doc?
I COULD BE BETTER. BEEN YELLED AT A LOT. I’M ALSO KINDA HUNGRY. WELL, I’M ALWAYS HUNGRY, HAHA! HA.
@physically-artificial-medic & @everyday-normal-medibot
okay geez what's sideways doc
WHØ AR3 ¥0U P£ØPL3. WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING ME WHAT’S WHERE.
WELL... THERE’S A LAMP ON MY RIGHT?
what’s up doc
I HAVE ALREADY ANSWERED THIS! IT IS THE CEILING! AM I MISSING SOMETHING HERE?
the real benefit to being a mad scientist is no one really knows what you're capable of. As long as I say it with confidence, why wouldn't you believe I made a ring that's actually a detonator to my security system that's filled with a deadly nerve agent? Is that really any less likely than me keeping a human brain alive and conscious inside a tube of green goo so I can later implant it into a body constructed out of stolen corpse parts?
[ It was an odd hour, around 3am, where most would be asleep, but Doc had other plans. As he made his way through the dark room, he grabbed a hold of Otto and very carefully pulled them over his shoulders. ]
[ Now at Doc's office, Otto's lying face up on a hospital bed tilted slightly upward, their arms and wheel restrained. Doc is in the background, cycling through some notes as he prepares for the experiment. ]
- @everyday-normal-medibot
[ Otto winced as he woke up, the pain in his eye very much still present. Despite not being able to see a thing in the dark, they knew immediately that this wasn't home. ]
[ That was already bad enough, but being met with resistance from the restraints when he tried to get up made things a million times worse. Their mind began to spiral as they stared off into nothing. Deeper and deeper, darker and darker. ]
[ With a loud SNAP, he broke one arm free, undoing the restraints on his other arm. Getting up, he unsheathed the vita-messer, a quiet shhhhing noise ringing out throughout the office as he moved closer and closer to Doc, not registering who he is or the fact that he was even a fellow robot. ]
[ Without any warning, Otto rushed the other medibot and pinned him to the wall, putting the blade up to his neck as they stared him down with the rage of a prey animal that knows its destined to be killed and eaten, but refuses to go down without a fight. ]
[ It happened faster than he could process. One moment, Doc was looking over what he wrote about a medibot’s lenses. The next, he was being forced against the wall with a weapon against his neck and an angry medibot giving the most deadly glare. ]
[ He shrieked, which dissolved into nervous laughter. He was trying to push Otto’s arm back to prevent them from slicing into his neck. ]
AĦ@#&- Ħ3¥, #£¥! €&/M ÐØWN! 1’M-
( “AHAHA- HEY, HEY! CALM DOWN! I’M-“ )
[ He was only barely able to hold him back. He glanced behind Otto. Of course he broke through the restraints. Medibots have hydraulics in their arms that allow them to possess much more strength than you’d expect was possible. He wanted to groan; how could he have over looked that? Of course, now wasn’t the time to wallow in his self disappointment. He had a bigger, more urgent problem on his hands, of course. ]
[ He wasn’t sure what to expect from Otto when they woke up, but it for sure wasn’t something this violent - and he didn’t exactly understand why either. So, as he had no way to defend himself against his weapon, Doc quickly he tried to reason with them, while pushing them away as much as possible. ]
Ǎ//0W M3 +O 3XPL@1N M¥$3/F B£FØR3 ¥ØU Ð0 AN¥+#1NG R@$Ħ! P/3A$3!
( “ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN MYSELF BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING RASH! PLEASE!” )
[ The look in Otto's eyes softened as Doc spoke. Before, it looked like they were in an entirely different place in their mind, somewhere much, much more unpleasant. ]
...DOC?
[ They sheathed their vita-messer and backed away from Doc, shocked that they even did such a thing. ]
DOC I- I'M-
[ He couldn't even get a single word out as guilt riddled his mind. ]
[ As Otto backed away, Doc’s fans mimicked a hefty sigh of relief. He shook his head and brushed himself off. ]
W3//, B1+ ØF Ä D00Z¥, T#@T W&$…
( “WELL, BIT OF A DOOZY, THAT WAS…” )
[ He didn’t really notice Otto’s shock at first. But as he heard Otto speak, and looked up at Otto’s face, Doc became perplexed. ]
UĦ#… Ħ@H&! I SUPPØ$3 1 ŠT@R+/3Ð ŶØU?
( “UHH… HAHA! I SUPPOSE I STARTLED YOU?” )
[ “I suppose” sure is a way to put such an obvious fact. He seemed to forget his previous proposal of an explanation very quickly as he approaches Otto with a captivated expression. Weirdly, Doc didn’t even seem all that upset. He was more so fascinated by Otto’s actions from within the past 10 seconds. ]
[ "Startled" was a massive understatement. Otto felt like he was in a completely different place, at a completely different time. ]
...I GUESS
WAIT- DOC- WHY'D YOU TAKE ME HERE??
[ Their voice sounded anxious and unsure, like something would come out and jump at them at any moment. ]
…OĦ R1G#+!
( “OH, RIGHT!” )
static BEEP
YOUR EYE!
[ He winks and points at his own eye as he says that. ]
I WANTED TO TAKE A LOOK. A V3ЯY CLOSE LOOK. BUT WHENEVER I ASK PEOPLE IF THEY CAN, SAY, LET ME RUN SOME TESTS, OR MAYBE LET ME TWEAK A THING OR TWO, THEY TURN ME DOWN. SO I DECIDED TO STOP ASKING AND JUST GO FOR IT! JOYOUS !!
NOW, CAN YOU GET BACK ON THE BED, PLEASE, SO I CAN CONTINUE?
[ It was clear Doc had ZERO concern on how literally kidnapping someone would affect them. Especially someone like Otto. Doc had wanted to observe what exactly happened to Otto’s eye, not really fix it, though if he found a way, he might’ve attempted. ]
[ Doc was now trying to gently guide Otto back onto the bed. ]
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT, ACTUALLY? CONCERNED…
[ Otto was fine with being guided back to the bed, though instead of laying on it, he opted to sit down on the edge to give themself some time to speak. ]
I’M… REALLY, REALLY WORRIED ABOUT YOU, DOC.
[ They couldn’t put into words how scared they were for Doc. The first day they brought him into the clubhouse, almost everyone there ended up hating him for one reason or another, and while their dislike of him was justified, they knew that Doc didn’t know any better. ]
[ …And Otto couldn’t help but feel it was their fault somehow. ]
OH?
[ Doc sits on the bed next to Otto and looks at them expectantly. ]
WHAT IS THERE TO BE WORRIED ABOUT? I’M DOING GREAT! LOOK AROUND!
[ He gestures widely to the whole room. A place of his own, that he claimed, that he chose to stay in, he wasn’t forced to. ]
IT’S P3RℲECT! I JUST NEED TO FIX UP A FEW MORE THINGS HERE AND THERE, HAHA!
[ It’s clear that Doc didn’t understand what Otto could possibly be referring to. To be fair, he does feel fine right now. The thought of how the others felt about him had been largely ignored for the most part. ]
AND I'M PROUD OF YOU FOR THAT !! ITS JUST...
[ Otto mimicked a deep breath with his vents, hoping for the best as he locked his hands together. ]
THE WAY YOU TREAT OTHER BOTS... ITS NOT OKAY. AND I SHOULD'VE TOLD YOU THAT SOONER AND- AND I'M SORRY FOR THAT
…WHAT DØ Y0U M3AN?
[ For a second, he sounded uncertain. But then his chipper tone came back. ]
AHAHA, DON’T APOLOGIZE. IT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER, YOU KNOW.
[ Doc chuckled, but it sounded more nervous than anything. There was a weird feeling creeping up inside him that he didn’t know how to label. ]
THE OTHERS… JUST DON’T GET IT. HELL, THEY LOOK AT ME LIKE ¡’爪 TĦE W£1RD 0N£! IT’S NOT A PROBLEM ON MY PART. I’M JUST DOING MY JOB. STUDYING AND RESEARCHING!
BUT THE WAY YOU GO ABOUT IT…
[ Otto paused. How do they explain this to him? They fidgeted with their hands as they looked away for a moment, swinging their wheel back and forth off the edge of the bed. ]
…I JUST WISH YOU WOULD’VE ASKED ME BEFORE TAKING ME HERE.
[ Otto didn’t sound angry at all. Rather, he sounded disappointed in Doc. He truly did want him to somehow become a better person, but were they really able to help with that with his current mentality? ]
[ Doc tilted his head. The tone in Otto’s voice made him feel… not good. He didn’t know any better words for it. He looked down at his knee with a blank expression. ]
฿U+ ¥OU WØひ/D’V3 ÐECL1П£ᕲ. &NÐ 1 几33Ð +0 €ØMþL£+£ M¥ ЯE$£&RCĦ ØN3 Щ@Y 0Я &NØT#3R.
( “BUT YOU WOULD’VE DECLINED. AND I NEED TO COMPLETE MY RESEARCH ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.” )
[ He tried hard to understand it from Otto’s perspective, but he just couldn’t see the issue. Well… perhaps waking up in an unfamiliar place can be somewhat disorienting. But it’s not his fault Otto can’t handle that! ]
HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?
[ Their head tilted as they looked at Doc, the question completely genuine in tone. ]
I WOULD’VE LIKE TO HANG OUT WITH YOU AND GET MY EYE FIXED !! AGAIN I JUST-
I JUST WISH YOU ASKED ME FIRST.
[ Again, Otto paused, debating with themself in their mind. They felt that they could trust Doc with knowing these kinds of things, so… ]
…A LOT OF BAD THINGS HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE, IN DARK PLACED LIKE THIS
AND SUDDENLY WAKING UP HERE MADE ME FEEL SO…
[ They shuttered as they put their arms around themself. Even just thinking about the ‘bad things’ made him feel scared and vulnerabls. ]
…$€&REÐ?
( “SCARED?” )
[ Doc finishes Otto’s sentence, or what he assumes the end of it is. He’s starting to understand it a little bit. Bad things happened to Otto, so they had a fear response. That’s completely normal. He still didn’t understand why he had to care. ]
[ …At least, not until he remembered the weird emotion he had been feeling. It felt like a sort of pain tied to Otto’s. And then he made the connection. Hurting Otto made him feel bad. ]
ĦM… /00K. ¡ M@¥ N07 CØMP/3TEL¥ UNÐ3RS+&ND +#IS, BV+ 1F IT’// M&KE YØU FE3L AN¥ BE++ER… 1’LL A$K YOV F1RST N3XT TIM£.
( “HM… LOOK. I MAY NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND THIS, BUT IF IT’LL MAKE YOU FEEL ANY BETTER… I’LL ASK FIRST NEXT TIME.” )
[ He still felt it didn’t matter as much towards other robots, but Otto was… a different case to him. ]
WE CAN TRY AGAIN RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT !!
[ Otto turned to fully face Doc, placing his hands into his lap. ]
YOU CAN ASK ME RIGHT NOW, AS PRACTICE !!
UĦ… Ø₭A¥!
[ Doc turns to face Otto, putting his hands together. Suddenly, he finds himself very nervous while staring at Otto. So after stammering for a moment, he manages to say it. ]
山1// ¥ÖU ₱L£&SE ㄥ3+ M£ Ð1$S3€T ¥ØVR 3Y3?
( “WILL YOU PLEASE LET ME DISSECT YOUR EYE?” )
[ Well, at least it’s straightforward and to the point. ]
[ Otto was a bit taken aback by the way Doc phrased the question, but honestly, he should've expected this. ]
I... WOULD RATHER YOU HELP FIX IT, IF THAT'S OKAY !! NERVOUS !!
[ They trusted that Doc knew how to repair a robot as good as he knew how to take one apart. Hopefully. Maybe. ]
ØĦ- ¡ €&N +R¥ 7#@T, +Ħ3N!
( “OH- I CAN TRY THAT, THEN!” )
[ He bounces up and down a little on the bed in excitement. ]
1 #@VE N3V3R FV//Y R3P@1R3Ð &N07#ER R0BØ+ B3FØR3. ¥0U’// B£ M¥ F1R$T! ĦØW WØNÐR0U$!!
( “I HAVE NEVER FULLY REPAIRED ANOTHER ROBOT BEFORE. YOU’LL BE MY FIRST! HOW WONDROUS!!” )
[ The more Doc speaks, the less of a good idea it seems to have him of all bots repair someone. But it’s kind of too late for Otto to back down now as Doc jumps to his wheel and grabs his journal. ]
¡ #OP3 ¥ØU &R£ R3AÐ¥!
( “I HOPE YOU ARE READY!” )
[ At least this would be a good learning opportunity? ]
[ Otto laid down on the bed as he nervously fidgeted with his hands and constantly shifting his position on the bed in the hopes of getting more comfortable. ]
I AM !! DON'T WORRY !!
[ They weren't, but might as well get this over with. ]
₱ΣЯℲ3₵7.
( “PERFECT.” )
[ The tone shift in Doc’s voice was sudden and a little alarming. He giggled as he prepared his work space. He picked up the lamp from his desk and moved it to a shelf above the bed, it pointing down at Otto. He then grabbed his journal and a couple of required tools. Not the most professional setup, but it’ll do for now. ]
[ He wheels over to Otto to get a close look using a slightly chipped magnifying glass. He leans closely toward the damaged eye. The lens is shattered completely, and there’s glass shards stuck in their eye socket, cutting into a few wires. Doc grimaces as he realizes the extent of the damage. ]
ĦO山 £%ACT/¥ Ð1Ð +Ħ¡S #APP3П? W@$ 1T &N AC€1Ð3NT?
( “HOW EXACTLY DID THIS HAPPEN? WAS IT AN ACCIDENT?” )
[ He begins to take notes in his journal as he listens for Otto’s answer. ]
[ Otto paused, the question feeling like a burning hot knife through his engine. Their gaze shifted away from Doc as a distressed hum emanated from his voice box. ]
I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT…
[ Their voice was quiet, distressed. Whatever happened must be a very sensitive topic for him. ]
ĦM. +#@T’S A/R¡GĦT. /V€KILLY, +ĦI$ S#ØU/ÐN’7 B3 +00 Ħ@RD TØ F1%, 1 T#¡NK!
( “HM. THAT’S ALRIGHT. LUCKILLY, THIS SHOULDN’T BE TOO HARD TO FIX, I THINK!” )
[ Doc treads off to go grab something. He returns with tweezers, some wires, and wire cutters. ]
#M… +ĦES3 W1R£S @RE ℲRØM &N £NG1N33R R0ẞØT. 3#, 1+’// B3 Ⅎ1N3. Ø++0, TĦ1$ ¡S GØ1NG F33/ A B1T UN€0MℲOR+@B/3.
( “HM… THESE WIRES ARE FROM AN ENGINEER ROBOT. EH, IT’LL BE FINE. OTTO, THIS IS GOING TO FEEL A BIT UNCOMFORTABLE.” )
[ And so, Doc starts the process. Plucking out the glass shards, it feels like splinters, and he can’t be gentle about them either. Then, he starts replacing the broken wires. Fortunately, the origin of the wires didn’t matter. And, after a long while of trial and error, with the wiring, he finishes; or at least, he really, really hopes he’s done. Now, he just needs a lens, so he leaves to find one. He ends up being gone for a few minutes. ]
[ While Doc is gone, Otto takes this as an opportunity to take a bit of a breather. Letting his fans run as fast as they need to while his hands flapped back and forth, it was clear he really needed one. ]
[ Fortunately, his eye was starting to feel better, so to them, this was all worth it. ]
[ Doc returns with a couple of lenses, just in case, as well as a screwdriver. He comes back to Otto taking a break, tilts his head, and briefly mimics their hand motions. ]
ĦØW FVП! O#! ¡ Ħ&V3 @ /£N$, ẞ¥ +#3 W&¥! /@¥ B&€K.
( “HOW FUN! OH! I HAVE A LENS, BY THE WAY! LAY BACK.” )
[ Doc approaches Otto again, but before he goes back to repairing, he takes out his journal and begins to take notes. ]
¡’V3 N£V£R B33N &B/3 +0 V1£W TĦ£ 1N$¡Ð3 ØF & /1VE M3Ð1€ R0807 3¥3 UN71/ NØW. I @/MØ$T W¡$Ħ ¥0U’Ð ﾚ3+ M£ K33P ¥ØV H3Я3 /1K£ 7#I$… BV+ I’// €ØNT1NVE.
( “I’VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO VIEW THE INSIDE OF A LIVE MEDIC ROBOT EYE UNTIL NOW. I ALMOST WISH YOU’D LET ME KEEP YOU HERE LIKE THIS… BUT I’LL CONTINUE.” )
[ He puts the journal down after a hit. He then resumes, unscrews the outer medibot glasses frame, removes any last pieces of the old lens, puts a new lens in, and screws it back on. Simple as that! ]
&&&NÐ W3’R3 ÐØN3! ¥&¥! 73// M£ ĦØW 1T F33/S, &LL T#£ D3T@1/S! ¡ (AN M@K3 &ÐJVSTM£N+$!
( “AAAND WE’RE DONE! YAY! TELL ME HOW IT FEELS, ALL THE DETAILS! I CAN MAKE ADJUSTMENTS!” )
[ Otto blinked a few times, his metallic eye lids making an audible ‘tink’ sound while he got used to the new lense. And once he felt that everything was as it should be, they let out a long, relieved sigh through their vents. ]
IT FEELS FINE…
[ Otto was completely exhausted. With how overwhelming the repairs were combined with the fact that it was early in the morning by this point, it was understandable as to why. And they didn’t exactly feel comfortable finding their way home in the dark. ]
[ …They got an idea, but felt like it might be a bit of a selfish thing to ask. What other option did they have? ]
IS… IS IT ALRIGHT IF I STAY THE NIGHT HERE?
AĦ… ⒿU$+ “F1N3”?
( “AH… JUST ‘FINE’?” )
[ He was hoping for a longer description, but he’ll take what he can get. He quickly jots down the results of the repair and perks up at Otto’s question. ]
0Ħ… $VRE! ¥ØU (@N S+&¥ ¡N +#1$ 8£Ð 1F Y0V W1ŠĦ!
( “OH… SURE! YOU CAN STAY IN THIS BED IF YOU WISH!” )
[ Doc himself sleeps in one of the rooms, the one in the back, so he definitely didn’t see a problem with it. In fact, it would be nice to not have to sleep alone for once. ]
Ð0 ¥ØU N33Ð &N¥+#1NG 83FØR£ GØ¡NG 7Ǒ $/33P, ØЯ..?
( “DO YOU NEED ANYTHING BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP, OR..?” )
NONO- I'M OKAY !! JUST REALLY TIRED...
[ He adjusted his position until he was laying on his stomach, using his arms as a pillow. The bed was admittedly a bit uncomfortable, but he could manage for the night. ]
ØK@¥! S/33P W£レレ!!
( “OKAY! SLEEP WELL!” )
[ Doc grabs the lamp from the shelf, and his journal, and then gives a little pat-pat to Otto’s back. He then leaves and closes the door. Once he’s out and the door’s closed, he pauses to let himself process everything. ]
[ Wow. Tonight did not go as planned. But it didn’t really seem like a bad thing either. He still got to do the research he wanted in the end - with Otto of all robots! ]
[ It was only then he realized how much he really enjoyed that, being with Otto. He didn’t really know why, though. Maybe Otto’s model interested him more than he initially thought. Or maybe it had something to do with the weird emotions he had felt in connection to theirs. Whatever it was, it made him smile. Hmm… Doc comes to the conclusion that he should run more studies and tests on Otto specifically to figure it out. ]
[ …With their permission next time. Probably. ]
[ He enters his own room to sleep. While yes, the beds aren’t as comfortable as they could be, to Doc, it felt like sleeping on a cloud when compared to the months he spent sleeping on the ground, so he was just fine. ]
