"Chiro: While exploring the outskirts of the city, I discovered an abandoned super robot. It was then my life was transformed by the mysterious Power Primate. The robot monkeys were awakened and I, Chiro, became their leader. Our quest: Save Shuggazoom City from the evils of the Skeleton King. Antauri, Sprx, Gibson, Nova, Otto, Jinmay, Chiro!"
The next day;
Antauri was meditating while Nightshade was resting in her hammock. She crawled out of her hammock and onto the floor quadrupedally. She walked over to the silver monkey and sat in front of him in her animal like manner. She tilted her head in confusion, wondering what he meant yesterday about not always looking like that.
"Yes?" He opened one eye, sensing a presence in front of him.
"What did you mean yesterday, about not always looking like that?" She raised a brow.
He closed his eye and sighed tiredly.
"I suppose I should tell you…it's a bit of a long story though…" He stated opening his eyes.
"The length of the story does not matter to me." She answered.
He told her about the events of the dark one egg, how he died and was reborn. She didn't understand a lot of the modern world, but she got the idea. She tilted her head, there was something she didn't quite understand.
"What is a robot, exactly?" She raised a brow.
"Well…ummm" explain the concept of a robot to a Viking is difficult.
"I suppose the best way to describe it would be a machine that can think…some are sentient, some are not." Antauri explained.
"How can something think but not be sentient?" She tilted her head.
"A non-sentient robot has a brain, but no soul…it can make logical decisions, but can't feel emotion." He tried to explain, being a bit more successful.
"What makes a robot sentient?" She asked another question, clearly intrigued.
"I'm afraid I don't know… I wasn't born a robot, so that's why I'm sentient…but as far other robots go, it seems up to fate who is and who isn't." He reasoned.
She nodded.
"What does it feel like to be made of metal?" She asked.
"You are being strangely talkative today." He smiled slightly.
"Am I annoying you?"
"No, of course not, it's just a bit odd of you is all…but I haven't known you very long."
"So, what does it feel like?"
He thought about it for quite a while before answering.
"The best way to describe it would be to picture wearing a metal glove, but everywhere, you can tell when you are touching something, but you can't feel it in the same way as skin." He explained.
"Ah, I see."
She began to get up and leave.
"Would you like to play a game of chess?" He suddenly asked.
"What is "chess"?" She raised a brow.
"It's a board game." He got up and took an electronic chess set out from a chest on the ground.
"I don't know how to play."
"I will teach you, and while we play perhaps you could tell me about your home…only if you want to of course." He wanted to know more about her and her culture.
She thought about it for a moment, clearly saddened.
"You don't hav…"
"No, I will tell you. What would you like to know?" She interrupted him.
"How about your childhood." He figured that would be a good place to start, childhoods are normally happy memories.
She smiled.
Somewhere else;
Gibson was in his lab. He sat in his chair, sadly doodling on what was supposed to be computer codes. He tried to work, but no matter how much he tried he just didn't feel like it was worth it. Though he would never admit it; he was lonely. There was no one he could talk with; no one on the team had the same interest in science he did. He heard the a knock on the door, which was strange, everyone normally just came in.
"Come in." He stated, quickly hiding his doddles.
The door opened revealing a pink monkey.
"Valentine? What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I would come and get to know you a little better." She said sweetly as she closed the door behind her and looked around the room.
"I suppose that would be a good idea…" He remembered that he hadn't really introduced himself.
She sat down in a chair and smiled sweetly.
"I didn't really get your name when we first meet, what is it?" She blinked softly.
"Mr. Hal Gibson, but do not call me Mr. or Hal, it's just Gibson." He explained.
"What a handsome name!" she smiled flirtatiously.
He blushed a little and avoided eye contact.
"T..thank you." He stuttered a little, she was extremely alluring.
"So what is your job on the team?" She rested her head on her hands blinked slowly.
"I'm the chief of science and I fly the Fist Rocket 4." He stated simply.
"You must be very intelligent then!" she purred.
"Well, I suppose I do possess a large amount of knowledge…"He blushed and rubbed his arm awkwardly.
"What's that?" She pointed to a star graph pined on a board along with other notes.
"Oh, that's a presentation I created about various aspects about space. Star charts, dark matter, star clusters, and other relations. I made it for the team, but they don't share my interest in it, and it is highly unlikely this particular knowledge would ever help the team." He frowned at the end.
"Well you could present it to me if you want to, I would gladly listen." She smiled sweetly while fluttering her eyes.
His face lit up with excitement.
" .would you really want to hear it?" a certain sparkle gleamed in his eyes.
"I love stars, and space." She settled into her chair.
He quickly set up his equipment and began his presentation.
I know that was quick but it seemed like a good stopping point.