Robotboy: Finally A Real Boy
Prologue
Robotboy… is sad. Robotboy is watching Tommy play with friends at school, where I can not come out. Robotboy wants to play too. Robotboy, want to be real boy. Wants to touch, feel, smell, everything a real boy can do. But… Moshimo, say, it is impossible… Robotboy, want to be real boy… Robotboy, want to play with Tommy around other people besides sweet smelling Lola, and nasty smelling Gus. He wants… so bad…
Robotboy sees Tommy approach, waving to Lola, and Gus, looking so happy… So happy… I want happiness too… Want to make Tommy happy, like human friends make Tommy happy. Want to go to bathroom with him, and eat with him… Want to be so much closer…
"You okay in there Ro?" Tommy asks, flipping up the top of his backpack. He blinked at the sad expression of Robotboy, the little robot's hands clenching and unclenching. "Robotboy?" he questioned, making Robotboy look up at him.
Want it… soooo bad… Want to have fun, like real boy… Want to wrestle like real boy… Want. Want it… Robotboy wants to be real boy…
Robotboy flew out of the bag and next to Tommy, looking determined.
"Me want to be real boy." He said, his glowing eyes holding purpose. "Robotboy, want to be like Tommy." Tommy looked away, looking nervous.
"Robotboy, Moshimo said you couldn't be one. I'm sorry, I-"
"It… okay." Robotboy said. "Robotboy, find way."
Will be real boy… will be like Tommy. Need to be…
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The TV flickers with colors as Robotboy watched, Tommy and Gus having fallen asleep, leaving Robotboy on and able to watch TV. He sat up close, close enough to ruin a real boy's eyesight. But, he wasn't one, was he? So what did it matter?
He sighed and reached forward to turn off the TV, when what it said next caught his attention.
Are you a robot, who wants to be a real boy?
"What?" Robotboy murmured, eyes widening.
Eat real food?
Use the toilet?
Grow old and sick as natured inteneded?
"Yes, yes, Yes!" he whispered, excited. Could it be? Was this what he needed?
Hello! I'm Sven Svenson. Leading Robotoligist of Shlidvarn. And I, can make you real.
Robotboy didn't stay long enough to hear whatever else the other said, his powerjets shooting him towards Slidvarn.
"Oh boy! To-mmy will be so happy!" Robotboy chirped happily in his robotic tone. His heart would be pounding if he had one. And soon, soon he would.
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"Close your eyes, and, relaaaaaaaax." Sven said. "I've done this many times." He said, before giggling. Robotboy closed his eyes and listened as the buttons were pressed, and the machine whirred. Then, suddenly, Robotboy felt himself be enveloped by a brilliant light. He sides began to ache and he cried out. His head felt as thought it were splitting in a million places. His fingers strained and twisted. His stomach rolled and his mind felt dazed, crazed even.
When it was over, there was a gasp, and Robotboy's head was pounding and he lifted a hand to it and rubbed it-
"H-huh?" Robotboy rubbed his head again, eyes widening as he felt something soft… like hair. Tommy's hair. He kept rubbing, before his fingers accidentally broke through and came in contact with something warm and also soft, but with more texture. "Ah!" he exclaimed, sitting up, his head spinning. His other hand landed on the examination desk and he pulled it back quickly at the cold sensation. He looked down and stared at the pale, almost white-maybe silver?-tone of the human hand, which led up to an arm, which led up to-
"Robotboy, real boy!" he exclaimed in joy, smiling through the pain in his head.
Cliffhanger! I'll post the next chapter tomorrow!
