Author's Notes: I wrote this 4 years ago and found it again quite recently so first off - it's not finished! But it is 70-80% of the way there. I might continue if it gets enough interest but for now just take it as it is, sorry!

(Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or rights to Futurama, Matt Groening does.. now onto the story.)

Bender punched in the password and entered his room in Robot Arms Apartments after a hard day's work at his intergalactic delivery job with Planet Express. He immediately collapsed against the wall, welcoming the cool hardness against his aching circuits.

"Damn the Professor! He made me clean out his earlobes and wax his legs again today…" (shudder)

What am I! His maid!?

Apart from his regular job, Bender, being the only robot in the facility, was forced to carry out such mundane and often grotesque tasks such as this. The professor was presently in possession of a control panel, which forced Bender do any chore a human asked by the mere press of a button.

"If I was meant to serve, I wouldn't have been built with a personality chip damnit!"

Except for this however, the day had gone relatively smoothly, and he had been able to fit in 5 hours of TV. 4 of them watching All my Circuits, his favourite robot sitcom. The rest of the time he had been on the day's deliveries and been involved in several drinking contests with the autopilot.

Unusually, his roommate, Fry, had recently decided to leave work early and abandon his place on the couch (which Bender quickly laid across to annoy anyone who may want to sit down).

'In fact, now that I think about, there's been something up with the meatbag lately… Always rushing around and being all quiet and polite all the time. It's not natural for cryin' out loud! Better see how he's doin'…'

Bender pushed against the automatic sliding door and found himself in a noticeable larger, less crowded room, which was were his roomie lived. The sun had already began to sink behind the distant buildings, so that an odd, orange light was cast over the scene. Empty slurm and beer cans were scattered everywhere, as well as a couple of the robot porno magazines Bender was storing in there. Apart from this, there was a TV, a small bed, a bedside table and a kitchen area complete with fridge, an overhead cabinet, and a basin for washing up. It was relatively poorly equipped as they had needed to sell most of the items to afford the rent.

He found his roommate huddled in front of the huge window, which took up the whole of the adjacent wall. His head was bent down, shoulders arched tight and was oblivious to Bender's presence. Small sobbing noises could be heard. His head was bent into his arms as if to mask the sound, but was failing terribly.

"Hey skintube!" Bender shouted, rousing a startled Fry, "What up?"

Fry quickly wiped his tears on his sleeve and faced his roommate, putting on a forced smile.

"Hey Bender. I was just… you know, watching TV and stuff…"

Bender turned towards the TV set. It was switched off, the plug out of the socket.

"Uh-huh… Hey listen Fry, you okay? You 'aint been yerself recently, and frankly, it's getting annoying! So cheer up!"

'Hehe, if that didn't make him feel better, nothing will!' he assured himself.

Fry looked down for a moment, brushing aside the loose bangs that had fallen into his eyes, then, putting on an even falser smile, looked up again. Being a robot, one smile was as good as any other and Bender felt confident his little pep talk had worked.

"There ya go! I knew that would do it! Problem solved…" Whistling, he strode over to the fridge to get a beer.

While his back was turned, Fry returned his gaze to the sunset and his smile vanished.