Chapter 3: The Suit, and the Duel room.

The horrible outfit I will describe might actually be familiar to you; because it is now the suit I normally wear but before, I thought it was awful. And actually, it's a Radiation suit, originally we robots were ordered to wear these suits because we release a deadly nuclear gas every time we make a number of Bombs at out job.

So we put on these suits so the gas doesn't spread, though, 4 years later Dr. Ein decided to do something about this gas because not only he was sick and tired of making these ridiculous suits for the robots, but he felt it would ridicule them and the robots would be humiliated.

So he looked and looked and looked and finally found the problem. The bomber-chip that helps make the bombs usually tires out when a number of bombs are made, so when more bombs are made even when the bomb-chips are incredibly tired, it keeps working and the chip starts to release the nuclear gas.

But luckily Dr. Ein found this mishap and then began making an update of the chip so now, every robot he makes has this new version of the bomb-chip and I'm now a primitive model.

Oh wait, oh my, I always forget some parts, I'm terribly sorry. You see, my type of Robot kind actually has more than the name Robot; in fact we are called Bomb Smiths. Anyway, this horrible suit as I mentioned before was unbearable to wear.

The first major flaw was that I couldn't even see my newly built face, just my eyes and a part of my skin which color was also like Ein's skin color. Yet, I couldn't really see my whole face because, a soft white round helmet nearly blocked my face 100%. It also had a string which had a light purple ball attached to it, which was very annoying when it fell near my eyes, making me pulling it up, because I couldn't see.

Plus the only visible part of my face was covered with glass, you know in case the gas comes from there. The shirt I wore was blue, but the sleeves were white, and the gloves were light purple, and my pant legs were also white, my shoes being light purple.

While some people might actually found this outfit cute, most including me know the most ridicules outfit when they see it. And I was no exception. So after I put it on, I turned to Dr. Ein and I said very simply "No."

Dr. Ein then said, "Oh come on XVIII. You just put it on. You also said you'd love it." "Yeah," I said, "before you actually showed it to me!" I saw myself again, "Look at me," I continued. "I look like a man whose clothes designer was either drunk or colorblind! And also," I pointed at my left hand.

"How can I make Bombs with a glove on me? If I take glove off and make the bombs the gas might fly out from my hand! And my hand can't just go through the glove-" "Yes it can." Dr. Ein interrupted, "Look, just form out your hand like this." And then, he moved his straight and then formed his hand by moving his fingers a bit forward.

Dr. Ein then looked as if he was struggling to make such a formation, and I at first thought it was going to sting a bit, but I just did what Dr. Ein told me and I did the same formation. I actually felt no pains at all, just a little vibration that's all.

And then Dr. Ein said, "Now say in a commanding voice, 'C-Source, prepare for Bomb Making process'." And so I obeyed. I said, "C-Source, prepare for Bomb Making process." Then I saw bright lights coming from the center points of all my fingers.

"Now say," said Dr. Ein, "In the same commanding voice 'Make 01 Bomb'." I then, saying what he said, "Make 01 Bomb!" And then, strings of purple light began to connect to each other in the middle of my hand. And in a few seconds there was a bomb, lying perfectly on my hand.

"There," said Dr. Ein, "You see? The beams are so powerful, nothing can interfere when their trying to connect." "Cool." I said, "Now," said Dr. Ein, "If you'll come with me, I'll show you the Duel area where your trials await and then if you complete the Trial-" "Wait, wait" I interrupted, "Duel area?" "Oh," said Dr. Ein,

"I see you haven't heard of the first part to being an actual Employee. You see when a Bomb-Smith is made; they must prove to themselves to be worthy employees by doing everything if not anything it takes to become an employee."

"Why?" I asked, "You see," said Dr. Ein, "One must prove that their capable of doing their job, and are also capable of dealing with many of the possible situations there is." "So," said I, "What happens after these trials are over?"

"Well," said Dr. Ein, "After the trials are over, the ones who succeed will get the job." "And what happens to the others, the ones that lose?" I asked, "Well," Dr. Ein said, "They'll have to retake it, and if they fail, well,"

Dr. Ein then turned his head away from me, and walked from the room, he motioned me to follow, so I did. After a few seconds we stopped at the door of another room. Dr. Ein then looked at the window and pointed there.

"What's that over there?" he asked, I looked at the window, and inside the room was dark and damp, there was also lots of junk and a big machine with nothing but two round heavy pounding hands.

"It's a Garbage room." I said, "Well, let's just say if a Bomb-Smith fails the trial twice, then their considered useless junk." Dr. Ein said as he turned his head again. He looked like he wanted to say more but he didn't, and he didn't have to.

I knew what he obviously meant anyway. The ones, who failed twice, were killed. "Well," said Dr. Ein, "Let's get you to the training area first." "I thought we were going to the Duel area." I said, "Oh no." Said Dr. Ein, "You got a lot of training to do if you want to win; only fools go to the Duel room first," We then walk about 2 blocks until we stopped at another one of those walls with the round objects.

But this wall was white as I noticed it; Dr. Ein then grabbed the object and said, "Ready?" "Yes" I replied, Dr. Ein then turned the object and pulled the wall forward. "Let's enter then." Dr. Ein said with a smile.