Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots, nor any of the characters from the
original manga. I own my self (That's right! Put THAT in your pipe and
smoke it!), and the idea to this fanfic. Medabots belongs to Horumarin. If
you steal... well yeah that's all I've got. If you steal.
Author's Note: I was sick when I did this. The idea came outta the BLUE!
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You know; it's not easy. Being me I mean. Being a Test Target Medabot, if you need me to elaborate. Some real wisenheimers call me a TTM type. And it's a real thorn in my side too!
Test Target Medabots have no other purpose but to be the test dummies for new prototype Medabots. And with those scientists, power hungry as they are, the Medabots just keep getting stronger and stronger!
I don't ask for anything, I don't complain. I'm just saying! I'm just trying to tell people what we Test Target Medabots go through on a day-to- day basis! And just how TOUGH it really is. Don't call me a whiner without hearing me out at the least.
Sometimes it's hard enough to get away with your medal still in tact! And a lot of times those new Prototypes are just cutting it TOO close.
Does no one ELSE see the stuff we have to go through? Day after day after day.
I know I'm probably wasting my breath but I've needed to get this off of my chest plate for a long time!
And you know what REALLY gets to me? We don't even get a thank you! Not a simple thanks or great job out there! Not a sign of gratitude.
We're out there to get mutilated by some new type on the block, risking our MEDALS out there, and as soon as it's all over we're picked up in baggage and reassembled for MORE test runs later on!
And we don't even get real names! We're given the ones we're assigned by the Corporation and that's it. No real Medafighters either. The scientists are our only real companions and even then they only acknowledge us as Test Target Medabots.
What I've ALWAYS hated is how once the new prototypes have turned us into rubble, the scientists start celebrating the successful test run through. CELEBRATING. Because WE got turned to SCRAP! That's one of the big biters in my skidplate.
I never liked what I do. I still don't. And I doubt I ever will. It certainly isn't a job you 'sign up' for. It's one you're created for. And it's no dream job either.
If we get a modification, maybe new parts or armor updates, it's only to see how many times the prototypes have to blast at us before we're down even with the new stuff. A Robattle factor you might say.
There are SOME Medabots who are desk workers, PENCIL pushers even. I would MUCH rather do their job instead of this. I don't see how they can complain. Boring means safety. Safety includes lack of Medabots firing at you!
I hate my job.
We're never appreciated, y'know? And it's a real downer sometimes. A LOT of times actually.
Well... maybe I'm looking at this in a different way. I mean, we, the Test Target Medabots, are out there to make sure these Medabots are suitable for YOUR living.
And I guess a little pride comes from that, when you know you're risking your medal for the Medafighters of tomorrow.
... But can't we get a thank you at least? Please? Some gratitude for it would be nice. I'm certainly not gonna live on my good intentions...
Dedicated to those hard working Test Target Medabots At the Medabot Corporation. We were rooting for YOU 'bots. HONEST!
Author's Note: I was sick when I did this. The idea came outta the BLUE!
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You know; it's not easy. Being me I mean. Being a Test Target Medabot, if you need me to elaborate. Some real wisenheimers call me a TTM type. And it's a real thorn in my side too!
Test Target Medabots have no other purpose but to be the test dummies for new prototype Medabots. And with those scientists, power hungry as they are, the Medabots just keep getting stronger and stronger!
I don't ask for anything, I don't complain. I'm just saying! I'm just trying to tell people what we Test Target Medabots go through on a day-to- day basis! And just how TOUGH it really is. Don't call me a whiner without hearing me out at the least.
Sometimes it's hard enough to get away with your medal still in tact! And a lot of times those new Prototypes are just cutting it TOO close.
Does no one ELSE see the stuff we have to go through? Day after day after day.
I know I'm probably wasting my breath but I've needed to get this off of my chest plate for a long time!
And you know what REALLY gets to me? We don't even get a thank you! Not a simple thanks or great job out there! Not a sign of gratitude.
We're out there to get mutilated by some new type on the block, risking our MEDALS out there, and as soon as it's all over we're picked up in baggage and reassembled for MORE test runs later on!
And we don't even get real names! We're given the ones we're assigned by the Corporation and that's it. No real Medafighters either. The scientists are our only real companions and even then they only acknowledge us as Test Target Medabots.
What I've ALWAYS hated is how once the new prototypes have turned us into rubble, the scientists start celebrating the successful test run through. CELEBRATING. Because WE got turned to SCRAP! That's one of the big biters in my skidplate.
I never liked what I do. I still don't. And I doubt I ever will. It certainly isn't a job you 'sign up' for. It's one you're created for. And it's no dream job either.
If we get a modification, maybe new parts or armor updates, it's only to see how many times the prototypes have to blast at us before we're down even with the new stuff. A Robattle factor you might say.
There are SOME Medabots who are desk workers, PENCIL pushers even. I would MUCH rather do their job instead of this. I don't see how they can complain. Boring means safety. Safety includes lack of Medabots firing at you!
I hate my job.
We're never appreciated, y'know? And it's a real downer sometimes. A LOT of times actually.
Well... maybe I'm looking at this in a different way. I mean, we, the Test Target Medabots, are out there to make sure these Medabots are suitable for YOUR living.
And I guess a little pride comes from that, when you know you're risking your medal for the Medafighters of tomorrow.
... But can't we get a thank you at least? Please? Some gratitude for it would be nice. I'm certainly not gonna live on my good intentions...
Dedicated to those hard working Test Target Medabots At the Medabot Corporation. We were rooting for YOU 'bots. HONEST!