I looked down at my reflection. A young, white haired human stared back into my eyes. No. Not human. I rolled up my shirt sleeve, and looked at a wire poking out of my hinge towards the inside of me. Wires, gears, microchips, and fake feelings. I was not real. I was a droid. I was made to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Of course, that meant I wasn't alive. I was fake. All my emotions and quirks were man made and synthetic. I was alone. That is, until New NinjaGo City began to develop. Another robot had been built. Her name was...P.I.X.A.L. Her name stood for "Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Life-form" What did my name stand for? I was never told. Zane. Not much my name could stand for. So I met Pixal one night. It was a beginning to something new I felt.
"Zane you have an admirer!" Jay yelled from behind the nindroid, a grin coiling on the edges of the young pale skinned robot's lips. Pixal finished scanning him.
"You are a droid as well?" Pixal asked, seeming a little perplexed by Zane's complexity.
"Yes." Zane replied softly. "Although I was unaware a good portion of my life."
"Zane my inventor would love to see you, he would be most interested in your design."
"Shall I come back tomorrow night?"
"I will be here waiting." Pixal smiled as Zane turned to leave.
"Woah, Zane! You found a girl robot!" Cole joked around, glancing at the distant look and perfect smile on his friend's face. The ninja of earth raised his eyebrows.
"I don't understand my emotions right now. They do not compute." Zane sat on his bed, flinging his pillow onto the floor. Jay climbed the squeaking ladder to his top bunk.
"You have a crush on Pixal, don't you?"
Zane shrugged and ran his hand through his thick white hair. "Whatever that means."
"Pixal...have you met the robot Zane yet?"
"Yes Master. And I am planning to meet him tomorrow night." Pixal stared into the glossy, technotic eyes of the black robed villain.
"Good. You must give him the program virus before it is too late." Cryptor lowered his eyebrows and a malevolent grin rolled up on his lips. "He has feelings for you already, no?"
Pixal lowered her head. "Yes. Maybe so. He is not...a bad person."
"But, he is one of the ninja. They will destroy us."
The android girl lifted her head quickly. "No! General. I will give Zane the virus when he is in full trust in me."
"Good. Then I can rule Ninjago."
"Pixal, are you here?" The ninja of ice's voice echoed through the lobby of Borg Industries. The tall slender girl came in through a large swinging door.
"Hello Zane." She pushed a strand of synthetic hair away from here eyes. "My inventor. He couldn't come. Shall we do something tonight anyway?"
Zane blushed. He didn't know he could do that. It was what Jay did when he was around Nya. Was He understanding now? "Okay. What will we do?"
"I will give you a tour of the Industries, if you would like."
Zane smiled, and walked up to Pixal. "Okay."
The tall, magnificent machines poured out robotic parts, electronics, miscellaneous techno motors, and other new age technology droids. The two robots walked amongst the massive rooms. Zane was amazed. Everything was...newer than him. He felt nearly odd amongst it all. As they made their way to the lobby, Pixal grabbed Zane's hand.
"I don't know how I feel." Zane whispered.
Pixal turned towards Zane and began to lean towards him, slowly closing her eyes. Zane gasped. He backed up from her, letting go of her soft robotic hand.
"I-I have to leave now." Zane stammered, running the outside door; slamming it behind him.
Pixal walked into the large dark room, a grim expression having fallen upon her face. "I tried to give him the computer virus. He is too shy."
"You must keep trying!" Cryptor exploded with a dark rage. "I cannot tolerate slowness. You must hurry."
Pixal bowed and turned to leave; concern beginning to settle in her heart.