I close my chat-screen and sigh, glancing back at the newly destructed brobot. A wave of relief washes over me. So I'm as crazy as I thought! I'm so glad I chose to confide in Jane, although I am still a little skeptical at her adamant refusal of her infatuation with me… But enough on that, and back to the task at hand.
I take a few strides over to the metallic mess sculpted in the likeness of my best bro and kneel down on one knee, assessing the damage.
…
I am correct in stating that this robot will never again be fit for combat. But it's just a robot, so I shouldn't feel too bad.
…
Right?
It's just a robot, I keep telling myself. Sure it looks exactly like a certain Strider but this one is completely fabricated, a falsity, and not to mention completely made of metal, and although Dirk is quite the expert on imitating one of these emotionless drones for the sake of irony, theres a reason I can tell the difference even when it's just on chat logs. There is one thing that Dirk Strider has that these metallic fakes could never hope to emulate.
Heart.
I close my eyes and gently touch the cheek of the dismembered drone. Soon I am imagining against my will that this is not just a brobot but the real Dirk Strider.
The one that wears shades to hide the eyes I just KNOW are going to knock my socks off.
The one that sends robots all the way to my minuscule, remote island to help me train, build strength, and not be stuck without any form of entertainment.
The one that takes showers that last too long to even speculate, amusing me with the thought of him looking like a shriveled up raisin as soon as he steps out.
The one that lost his only remaining relative in a way that is too shocking for him to even confide in me.
The one that is hurting inside but puts on a tough face so that he can feel as strong as these robots he sends out, and so others won't think him an emotional burden.
The one that will chat with me for hours on end regardless of time difference, lack of sleep, or school, just so I don't have to wait a millennia for a response.
The one that made a ROBOT just to respond to me whenever he cannot respond himself, just so again I don't have to deal with waiting.
The one that can put a smile on my face even when I are feeling the loneliness of a childhood and blossoming adolescence with close to no contact with anyone outside of my island.
The one that I am almost a hundred percent sure is in love with me.
And lastly,
The one that I am almost ninety-nine percent sure I am falling for as well.
A lone tear falls from my eye as I am snapped back to reality, staring down and being thankfully reminded that this is not my best friend, but just a robot.
I open my eyes and peer down, noticing a faint, green glow coming from the torso. I open the small remainders of a once locked compartment and pull out the green rock you have been bugging Strider for.
I smile to myself.
He really is the best friend I could ever hope for…
And maybe, just maybe,
if for once in my opportunity in love I am correct on my hunches,
He could become something more.