I love Futurama so so so so much! I just had to write a story! And I'm going to write about my favorite character...Bender! :D I love him! He's the reason why I watch the show.

Neko: Yes yes. Can we get on with this story?

*pouts* Fine...Anyway, enjoy the story! :D

Prologue

Fate has a funny way of smacking people in the face. With love that is. Falling in love with the person whom you wish to be with. I was never a believer in this fate and I didn't expect for it to ever happen to me but it did. And with the last person that I've ever thought it would be. I always thought I'd fall for a human or an alien man. But fate had other plans for me. It had made me fallen for a robot. Not just any robot. He was a criminal, foul mouthed, beer drinking, cigar smoking, and a male-whore robot named Bender Bending Rodriguez. I knew that it would never happen. That we never be together. Confused? Let me tell you how we met. How I fell in love with him. How fate decided to be cruel to me. It started the day that I had quit my job. I was a Repairer. I repaired everything. From dolls to robots. I could repair anything. The only thing that I couldn't repair was a broken heart, soul, or body. I yawned softly, walking around the city to see if I could find another repair shop that I could work at. I stopped at this place called Planet Express. I saw a "HELP WANTED" sign displayed on the wall next to the door. I blinked, curious. My blue-teal eyes studied the sign before shrugging. It couldn't hurt to look. How I couldn't have been more wrong. I pushed opened the door, entering the building. The door shut behind me and I looked around, "Hello?

No answer came to me. I sighed softly before going deeper into the building. I came upon a door and it slid upwards, opening up for me. I walked through it, only to have it close behind me. I looked around once again and called out, "Hello?"

"Yes yes. What do you want?" A voice said, coming into view.

It was a short black man. He wore glasses and a green suit.

"Hi. I saw the help wanted sign." I said.

"Oh did ja now? We are lookin' for a repairer." he said, his Jamaican accent heavy.

"I can repair things!" I said.

He looked me over and then said, "Oh really now? Resume?"

I pulled it out and handed it to him. He looked it over for a few minutes then said, "So you're quite handy then."

"Yes sir. That I am." I said, trying not to smile at the pun.

"Well then...hold out your hand." He said.

I blinked, a bit confused and then let out a pained shriek, the career chip installer needle going straight into my palm.

"Welcome to Planet Express!" he said before walking away.

I frowned, a bit unhappy that he didn't introduce himself. I sighed and then looked around. Great...what was I suppose to do now?