Yours Daily, Magnet Man

by r0b0tDreams

A first person story written from the perspective of Magnet Man, and stories of living life as a robot in a human world. Almost all robot masters in the story have a civilian form. Takes place right before Mega Man 4 (may contain robots from after that game). (Note: T rating is because I am writing this at a college level so may use a lot of fancy words, offers some freedom.)

1. Introduction

Yours Daily, Magnet Man

~A short collection of thoughts from the Mind of a Robot Master~

By R0b0t Dreams

{Mega Man and all its characters belong to Capcom}

(Author's Note: This story is not an AU, but it should be assumed that the Robot Masters, like Rock, can take a much more human-like form unless noted in the story as otherwise. Additionally, this story can be assumed to take place right before Mega Man 4, but I may end up choosing to include some MM5+ robot masters that might not match that point in the timeline. This is mostly just my fun chance to write a story from the eyes of one of the Robot Masters!)

Introduction: Unexpected Results

Life can be difficult sometimes, especially when you've got a duty to fulfill. It's hard to dedicate yourself fully to a cause without knowing what else is out there. Yet, no one tells you that when you're done serving your purpose, life can get even stranger as you learn how to pick up the pieces.

Especially if you're a robot built to serve but a single purpose.

My name is Magnet Man, though I am known to most as DWN-018, my serial number. Sure, people are assigned numbers at birth, but it doesn't follow you in quite the same way as when you are a robot. People feel more comfortable when they can refer to us robots by a number, especially when they aren't fond of us. And ever since my brothers and I were ordered to steal the cores of Gamma, a giant machine constructed to preserve peace on Earth, it's safe to say that we are not very well liked at all.

Thanks to the advancement of technology in the field of robotics, and the skills of my creator, Doctor Albert Wily, we are still able to walk outside without criticism – just without our fighting gear. Though we may look like average citizens, adjusting to life in the real world has been quite the adverse situation. We look, talk, and walk just like people, but as soon as they realize they are talking to a robot, you would be surprised how quickly their tone of voice changes.

I would love to tell the humans that I am facing the same difficulty as them. While humans have plenty of time to grow into adults, I was created an adult. I have been alive for only a year and a half, but immediately dedicated myself to whatever responsibilities I was delegated. It's only my duty. Now, I have nothing to do but whittle away time while the Doctor figures out a new role for us – whatever that may mean. I feel responsible for my line of Robot Masters, and am here to answer their questions, but none of them seem to have any. They seem comfortable with the idea of waiting around.

I don't feel quite the same way. It really is irritating whenever I walk past a person and their phone gravitates and sticks to me, or I gather supplies for the Doctor (under an anonymous name, of course) and people stare because my hinge creaks or my change sticks to my hand. Of course some of my brothers, like Needle Man, Spark Man and Hard Man, have it worse than me. Unlike me, their physical designs are too complex to easily modify into a civilian form, so it becomes difficult for them to go outside the fortress and explore. After what we've done, they would be easily recognized as DWN Robot Masters and probably dismantled on the spot. Not a pleasant feeling, though what can I say – it's not like it has never happened to us before.

Despite my hang-ups with the current situation, if the Doctor wants us to "take it easy" as he claims and get used to life as civilians, I will do my duty. After all, even the most simple protocol can have unexpected results.