In Your Own Time. [Intro/Open]
“Huh?” Kafuka turned around to look at the robot, mid-prayer position. Stupid? Just in his way? She shook her head incredulously.
“You don’t know that it didn’t save me!” she said, a cheerful chirp in her voice. “It could’ve protected me from an incoming bullet, or sacrificed its life to give us more food and stopped us from starvation, or maybe it even had bird flu and died instead of passing it onto humanity!”
Kafuka stood up with her hands together, wearing an expression that looked like a miracle just happened. She went on, her voice getting more and more emotional. “Like soldiers dying for their countries… like humans sacrificing for their gods… like office workers working to the bone for their boss… who knows what could have happened to our country if they hadn’t died! And like all of them, the bird died for us!”
She looked up at the sky, as if she could see the bird’s ghost. Calling out loud enough for all the campus to hear, she yelled, “Thank you, bird! Thank you for your sacrifice!”
Kafuka turned to the robot, wiping away the tears that had formed in her eyes. Come to think of it, she hadn’t taken a good look at the thing she was talking to. He was well-built, far better technology than on Earth… could it be that he wasn’t from here? Maybe, just maybe…
“Ah, mister! Are you a robot alien?” she asked suddenly, wearing an excited grin on her face.
"Kid, you are a few screws loose of a broken machine." Flash said, wondering how the hell to respond to this. Super-computers for brains could only take you so far it seemed...maybe he should just offer here a friendly pat of the head.
There we go.
Treating humans with no respect aside, Flash was certainly interested in the kid. She had a...unique way of looking at things. It was refreshing to Flash's logical tendancies.
She could have been a little quieter though.
"Robot alien? Keh! You're only half right, Kid." Flash said, almost excited; while striking a 'cool' pose. A press of a switch and numerous lights burst out from him, making him look like a humanoid disco ball.
"I'm not an alien, but I am a robot! The name's Flash Man! I'm one of the most cutting edge robots around! Look at me, I'm like a gold medal in robotics. But better! Platinum medal! And I'm the Health Teacher at this school. You see kid, us robots know a lot about health, let's see..." Flash continued to trail on, his ego getting the better of him as he regurgitated some facts about the human body he took off the internet, most of them car metaphors.
