A soft ticking noise interrupted the silence that had filled the whole room a mere minute ago. It was as if a birth had made the sadness of a death forgotten and in this case, it was the closest to accuracy.
It wasn't birth nor was it life and nor was there death. And you ask, how is this likely?
Well, It brought something to, oh how could you say it exactly?
Something to Mechanic life?
Silly but that would be the most accurate.
The ticking noise continued to no ones attention, along with the suddenness of green lights. The lights blinked in and out a couple times as well as the sound of grinding gears.
It all sounded like something from a factory.
The surface the object lay on would've been cold to any human's touch, but this thing wasn't human. It wasn't close to human. It's own "skin" was similar to the metal he lay on.
Robotic was the keyword here. How else would the object make the sound of grinding gears and have the skin the same as metal?!
The object we speak of was questionably raising itself from it's laying position. As strange as it was, it moved in the most human way, but it was unlikely!
Most unlikely!
It's eye like features gazed around the room with the sullen green glow. Seemingly the only light in the darkened room….
...Speaking of the room. Where was this place exactly?
If the object thought, and most likely in all likeliness it did, it thought of many things at the same time. Too many things, to be exact.
Like: "What is this strange ligament?", "Why is everything dark?", "Where am I?" or "Where is my creator?" or even: "Who am I?"
As you might think, "Wasn't this object just awakened? Just ready from operation? Shouldn't it be dumb?"
Well, Yes, it was just awakened. But no, it was a robotic object. And isn't buying a laptop the same? When you first get it, it's a first in all it's own, but it still has the most accurate reading information. On some things in particular that is.
Some things.
"Requsofijksla" the object in matter squeaked something out, it's green eyes widening.
"Gaahrrthsudafh" it squeaked another time in curousness.
It's eye twitched, staring at a blank wall with the green glow set along it.
The robotic figure might have questioned at the moment, "Where is my scientist? My creator?"
It was so dark, who knew if the scientist was a couple feet from the green glow. But, as anyone would know, that scientist would have ran to their creation and be enthusiastic in triumph over such.
Maybe he was gone? Maybe he went to do something?
No, knowing your project was coming to life, you wouldn't walk off during wait?
Or, hold on, they could have...forgotten about it? Thought it to not work after hours and hours of failure?
The robotic object just sat silently, gazing down upon it's figure. Noting how it's look.
He had a somewhat human figure. Pure brilliance in any scientists thoughts. The way it's legs curved to look slightly slender as if he were a normal built human. The robotic object slid his metal hand along it's metal chest, feeling smoothness.
Even if robotic objects had no gender, you'd see this one more like a male. His hips weren't the curve of anything feminine but built just quite right. Nearly perfect shape. Not like something from a crummy movie that was just box shaped.
No, This was perfect in every looking way.
If it weren't for the metallic skin, grinding gears inside it's chest, and green glowing eyes, the object could slide by as a human.
The object's hand moved to it's head, feeling something soft. Was that..hair? It was like a wig, but treated perfectly unlike some wigs. Those wigs that felt like itchy surfaces.
Ouch.
It was as if his creator had somehow built the wig like hair into him. As if he were something of importance. A show off.
Why would he ditch this? Why?
Why?
The curious thoughts ended as the object spotted a blipping red dot in the far corner.
Oh?
A new source of light, but not too bright. Just bright, though, to catch his attention.
The object blinked, causing the green to go in and out, as he slowly slid his perfectly shaped legs sideways on the cool metal, letting his small feet touch the ice cold ground.
Even though everything was chilly, it made no difference to him. He hardly had no feelings beside some emotions, already figuring that out by the emptiness he felt in his gut was that of him figuring out his creator probably ditched him.
Maybe he had over thought that? Maybe he had been installed with some anxiety like a human? Maybe the reason why he couldn't feel the coolness was that he was cold himself?
This all flew through his head as he tried to walk slowly to the blipping red dot. So odd, it was, that blipping dot.
It was like when he was mechanically brought to life. So sudden and without warning.
His legs felt so heavy as he trudged slowly, sliding his metallic feet, hearing a crushing and sliding of metal noise. So odd hearing this as well.
The only noise was used to was the ticking. The one noise he heard when he was awakened.
And it hit him, as he finally made it to the red dot.
How was he awakened?
How?
I bet this time was the time in the objects life in which he had the most questions. The most he'll ever have, at the moment, anyways.
The blipping dot continued, almost in a rhythmic way with the object ticking noise. As if the ticking noise was the beating to the object's "heart" and it was controlling that blip.
Could it?
No, It had started randomly…
Maybe, just maybe.
He reached his hand out slowly, poking it and as sudden as it appeared, it slowly disappeared.
Huh? What?
He quickly brought his robotic hand back to his side, tilting his head.
The red dot flickered on a couple times then brought up a beam of red light, making a screen pop up. It was like a 3D projector, only not against a wall, but in the thin air! It had showed repetitive counts of 1s and 0s. The floating, red projector screen flickered, changing from the 1s and 0s to a 3D picture of a figure.
It was a picture of... the object..?!
The object in question tilted his head, quizzically taking note of everything. Every little detail. He saw by the legs and color, along with everything that it was indeed him. Like blueprints of him.
And right beside the picture of him, in a small corner, said a date, a number and something that looked like.. his name?
"Project #3 ; 1865 ; Micky"
The object, or shall we call him Micky now, blinked.
"M-kdjfhs-iioooo-" he tried speaking his name, failing.
"Mi-iiii-ck.." he paused.
"Miiiiiccc..ky. . MickY!" He moved the metal around his lips, making a some sort of smile.
As his hand touched the screen in acknowledgement, the "page" of the screen turned, showing a layout of an outfit.
So classy, with a top hat that had small gears and eye pieces, along with a long dressy shirt, jacket, pants, and some pretty nice boots. It all came together that fit what could be "Micky"'s style.
Quite interesting indeed.