Bender was falling at the speed of sound. Panic obviously ensued.

"Oh no! How am I going to survive without my liquor?" he wailed, "Oh god, if this is dream; or so I believe it is, gets any worse it's going to be a nightmare!"

His screaming didn't last for long when it-whatever it is- gently set him down onto an unseen floor. Bender landed with a small clank and scratched his behind.

"Damn whiplash…" he said softly, "Man, you can't even get any descent service in unknown, life threatening areas like this."

He stood up and looked around the area. He extended his eyeballs to see if he could get a clear sight, but he had failed. He closed his visor and activated a visual options menu. There were five options listed, infrared, x-ray, night vision, beer goggles and porno seeking. He disagreed with those options, and decided it was best to walk. After a few hours of useless travel, he had spotted something. Just up ahead stood a desktop computer. He pondered, and then walked towards it.

He turned on the computer and waited for the loading screen, "Wonder if this will be the nightmare part?"

The screen finally loaded and showed the word "Vista".

"Yep."

There rose a scream that could be heard from miles away.


The Planet Express crew gathered around a malfunctioned Bender. Hermes and Zoidberg were poking at Bender with a stick for some strange reason. Fry was looking very unnerving.

"Professor, we've been poking him with the emergency poking stick for three hours now. You think we should try a different solution?" asked Hermes.

"Hmm…" the professor pondered, "Well, if the poking stick did not work, then nothing else will! It's medically impossible! I'm afraid there's nothing more to do than let him die, horribly and painfully, and then use his body as a container to hold my pens. Did I mention that he will die horribly and painfully?"

Fry's eyes widened right open. He turned to the professor and ran towards him. He grabbed Farnsworth by the shoulders and shook him violently.

"Horse-bull! There's gotta be another solution to this! We can't just let him die here." He screamed, frantically.

The professor brushed Fry off and collected himself, "Of course there is, it's not like it's medically impossible! The question is why do you want him to live?"

"Because he's my best friend in the world."

The professor stared at him blankly for a moment, "Wha?"

Everyone was now inside the medical room. Hermes and Zoidberg were putting the emergency poking sticks away, while Amy, Leela and Fry stood around the unconscious Bender. Farnsworth was busy putting on rubber gloves and a ridiculously over sized pair of goggles.

"All right, we'll just take a peek at…whoever this is," said the professor, "First, we'll test his artificial nervous reactive systems."

The professor pulled out a fairly small yet colourful tazer. With it, he quickly zapped Benders leg. In an instant reaction, Bender flipped his leg up and smacked Fry in the face. Fry hit the ground hard.

"Ow!"

He got back up and scratched his head, "That seems to be working fine." He said.

"Alright, now it is time to test his offline targeting system." Said the professor.

Hermes handed a small screwdriver to the Professor and with it managed to get Bender's right arm functional. The arm slowly began to rise and instantly hitting Fry in the face. He tumbled to the floor.

He slowly stood up, this time in a weaker stance, "It's…good…" he coughed.

The professor nodded, "Next thing we will test is Bender's defence system. Which is a new flaming projectile unit I've added a few moments ago!"

Fry groaned.

Meanwhile, Bender had continued screaming as the page was still loading up. He was this fearful of the technology that he was actually huddling in fear next to the computer. He was humming an old folk song and holding the keyboard very tightly.

He looked down onto the keyboard, "Listen buddy, I'm just as uncomfortable as you are…"

Before he could finish, a little jingle was heard through the speakers. He jumped to his feet and took a look at the screen.

Bender screamed at the computer monitor, "Stop staring at me, you pervert!"

There was nothing on the computer screen but an icon that was shaped as a dollar sign. Under it, read "Memory bank". Out of curiosity, Bender clicked on it.

A very large portal opened in front of him. Bender screamed and took cover. The unknown portal sucked the computer away in a split second, and was pulling Bender in as well. He dug his metallic claws into the ground, but it did not mater, for he was sucked in as well.

Bender was yet again drifting into nothing. His arms and legs scrambling, he screamed as loud as he could as the vortex sucked him in.

A blinding bright light blocked the view from his eyes. He didn't seem to care, having the fear distracting him from what was really going on. The withdrawal from the booze was a main contributor as well. He closed his visor and opened it again causing his vision to come back slightly. The room was very large and in front of him sit a sea of small robots, each of them gazing in his direction.

"Where the hell am I now?" he muttered.

He looked around the area, and noticed that he was standing on a stage. Bright lights glowed upon him from above. He looked down and noticed that he was much shorter, and wearing a green vest.

It was his Elementary school uniform which was a bit basic even bland compared to other robot-human schools. It didn't matter much in the first place, since the school was not real in a physical form, but it was an interactive simulated schooling system that his parents' could barely afford. Although he couldn't remember much from this time in his life, he was slowly starting to remember this day in particular.

"Oh no…not this again!" he said, worryingly.

The intercoms squeaked as a voice sputtered out of the speakers, "Welcome every-uni-bot to the computer communication spelling competition! I hope you rotten childr-I mean, students have enjoyed this freak show-ahem-talent show long enough to, at last, watch our finalist, Bender Bending Rodriguez!"

Bender started to get anxious, Aw crap not this again! Please, please not this again!

In front of the stage there was a wooden desk, and behind it stood three judges. One a fembot, the other a large robot and the third one a small, malfunctioning robot. On the desk there was a microphone and a ludicrously large pile of papers.

The largest bot leaned against the desk and towards the microphone, "Alright Bender, you must copy and paste this question properly if you want to achieve the 'Best copy and patser's award GIF.'

I am beginning the transmission now."

The robot held a piece of paper and began to give Bender his number, "One, one, zero, zero, zero, zero, one, zero, zero, one, one, one, one, zero, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, zero, zero, one, one, one, zero, one, zero, one, one, one, zero, zero, one, one, zero."

Bender couldn't move, the eyes that gaze upon him from him on the spot. He knew that if he didn't complete this, he would never hear the end of it. After all, he did bet 30 bucks that he would win first place. He thought it was a good idea at the time, but now it seemed near impossible to do. His bet was not the only thing on the line, but so was his social life. He had to say something.

"Uhh…two?"

The Malfunctioning judge exploded.

The crowd laughed in a hypnotic tone, all thinking how much of a failure he was. Bender hung his arms down in defeat and exhaustion.

His vision was fogging up again and soon the laughing, mocking crowd disappeared into the light. This time an image of a suicide booth appeared. Knowing its daily traffic, there was a line up. In the line there were many poor, sad and broken spirits slowly walking closer to their fate. At the end of the line was the one, the only Bender.

Man, the one-day I decide to kill myself, and there's a godforsaken line! I wish this idiot in the red coat would move faster.

The man in front of him jerked his head and gasped, "Whoa, a real life robot!" he turned around and looked at Bender closely, "Or is that some kind of cheesy New Years costume?"

What did that jackass say to me?!

"Bite my shiny metal ass." He simply replied.

"It doesn't look so shiny to me." The man replied.

"Shinier than yours, meatbag."

The man turned around and walked forward as the line moved up ahead. The man in the red coat whistled as he waited for his turn. A flash flickered from the edges of the doors, and shortly after, the booth was open again. Being as clueless as he seemed to be, the man entered. There was a screen monitor and a big red button on the top of it. To the upper right, there was a coin slot. The man pushed the button but nothing happened. He pushed the button twice and waited. Again, nothing happened. Getting frustrated, he pressed the button a few more times.

Jesus, what is that guy doing? Taking up my precious final moments of life, will he?

Getting annoyed, Bender walked into the booth, "Listen buddy, I'm in a hurry here, let's try for a twofer…"

The bright like flashed, everything turned into a cycling whirlwind, it got faster and faster and faster, until suddenly stopping. The image was now over icy mountains, far up North near the Arctic. On top one of the mountains stood an observational post. Fry, Leela and Bender stood in front of a closed door. Yelps and cries for help can be heard from the other side.

"Stand back meaty companions! Bender can overthrow this obstacle!"

Bender punched a hole through the door, and then gripped the opening with both of his hands and in one move, managed to tear the door apart.

The three men jumped out of the door and kissed Bender beneath his feet. Leela rolled her eye.

"Okay, I have a frozen dinner waiting for me in my freezer. I'm sure you enjoy their worshipping of you, but we have to get going. Come on Bender!" Leela demanded.

Bender sighed angrily, "Alright Leela, sheesh. Just a few more minutes of deity."

"We'll wait for you on the mule, Bender," Fry said with a giant grin on his face, "It's good to see you back home."

Fry exited the room with Leela, and at the same moment the monks stood to their feet.

"We three monks thank you for our rescue from your…friends…and for that, you have our gratitude," The leader of the three said, "I think you should feel gratitude towards your orange haired friend. He spent days searching for you with our holy distance viewing device."

Bender looked at him blankly, "Isn't that a telescope?"

The monk sighed, "Everyone seems to ruin that moment."

Bender's vision soon went dark.

"…Who, wha? What the hell is going on here? Why can't I see anything?"

A voice called to him, "That's because you have to open your mind, you idiot!"

Bender growled, "I recognize that voice!"

A light switch was flickered. Instead of a flashback of his previous adventures he was bolted onto a chair. He was in a small, dark and dingy room. There was a lamp on the table that gave off an eerie glow.

"I know you do, you rust bucket," it said. Bender could hear a cigar being lit in the dark room, but unfortunately could not see the person smoking it, "And that's why you're here."

Its head moved close to the lamp, making it clear to whom Bender was talking to.

He sighed, "Aw crap."