A/N: Weee! It's a Gir fic! Hoorah! And it's not horrendously stupid with re-hashed Gir-quotes like with most Gir fics. Just a little thing about our favorite 'bots origin that popped into my head some time back.
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Glitch

The room was alive with electricity even in the dead of night. So many things in the Irken world depended on technology that if everything failed the whole race would basically fade away in history. Possibly going down as the most ambitious if not most totally screwed around race to ever make it to sentiency. And even that is debatable.
But the Irken race isn't what this is about.
The little robot that sat in the corner had his head bent forward and eyes dead as the darkness as he was recharged. He has a name and lots of people know it. From the ravers at the club to the kids who give him special brownies down by the Hi-Skool during lunch. They all know him but some how didn't recognize what he was. He's a G.I.R, and even he doesn't know what the 'G' stands for.
Inside this little bot wires are crossed and chips are burnt out, or were replaced by coins and pieces of gum. But that's not the main reason this little metallic creature is the way he is.
First you have to know how he acts now to understand.
He's crazy. Flat-out-run-for-your-mommy-don't-let-him-get-near-the-matches crazy. His current owner knows his mechanical companion isn't right. But he trusts his leaders, and they say he's advanced. Irkens, go figure.
Gir, as his name is more commonly spelled, isn't just crazy he's also innocent. You can't tell now but he didn't used to be so innocent. His original prototype was a, well, maybe we should start somewhere else for this.
How about back when he first came online? Back when Gir was a G.A.R., a Ground Assault Robot. First and ultimately only of his kind.
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Red eyes came open as the first electrical charge was initiated. Immediately the little form vaulted up off the table standing at attention eyes glowering forward. "G.A.R reporting for duty, Sir!"
The Irken that had started up the small bot nodded and made a few marks on his clip board. "State serial number." He said off hand.
The small robot rattled off a number then stopped all motion. Something in its neck sparked wildly and its head fell forward limply.
The Irken frowned at this twitching his antenna in agitation. He opened a few panels and looked around. "What in the name of the sixth moon is wrong this time?" He asked no one in particular.
Suddenly the G.A.Rs' head shot up eyes glowing a peculiar dark blue color. It looked around hastily as if confused before its eyes settled to a normal red. The Irken Technician never noticed. He was too busy nursing a finger that had gotten cut on a sharp edge when the small robot had jerked upright.
"Ooo, that hurts." He sucked on his wound and blinked at the robot. "You look fine now, I suppose." He made a few notes on the clipboard then addressed the G.A.R.
"Report to level Seventy for testing."
"Yes Sir!" The robot saluted sharply and jumped off the table.
It rattled its way down the hall to Testing. Once it arrived no one seemed to notice. The small robot looked for someone of rank to address but found no one.
A sensation that this was just utterly stupid flickered across its circuits. Irritation was something the G.A.R. unit had never experienced.
Red eyes faded to a dark blue. The robot approached a short Irken and pulled on the creatures tunic.
Faded purple eyes looked down curiously. "Yes?"
The G.A.R. was suddenly at a loss. What was it there for again? "I, am, reporting, for." It's sentence trailed off. "I forgot."
The Irken blinked. "You forgot?"
Within the G.A.R.s' sight a whirl of information swept past. Specs on the Irken in front of it, vulnerable spots, pressure points, body temperature, height, weight, stupidity.
"G.A.R reporting for initial testing!" He suddenly yelled saluting smartly.
"Oh, right. Go down the hall on the left." She waved her hand in the general direction he was supposed to go.
He rattled down the hall not getting much notice. He eventually stopped walking, his red eyes switching to that deep blue. He scowled around at the milling Irkens.
Stupid, hideous, inefficient creatures. They deserved destruction for those three reasons alone. Something inside clicked on, the expandable weaponry prepared to spring open and deliver laser death to those around him when an Irken hand knocked on his head.
His eyes lost their blue and went to red.
"You the Gar-thing?" The purple-eyed male before him asked. He was fairly short maybe a head above the G.A.R.
"Yes sir." G.A.R. saluted.
"Call me Ral." The Irken said. "You're an A.I. right? You'll be developing a personality soon I suspect so the quicker you get casual the better."
"Yes, Ral."
"Okay then, follow me, we have things to do inanimate objects to blow up." Tal lead the little destroyer robot through a door. He didn't notice the brief flash of royal blue in the G.A.R. units eyes.