The Color of the Force

Again, these characters don't belong to me... as much as I wish they did, because then I could actually make Luke Skywalker and Ken a couple... sadly, I have no copyright control over Ken or Triclops. Do not file any lawsuits or I will sick my pet Trioculus on you. growls

I guess that is fair enough, if I'm not giving you any choice, I should at least tell you SOME thing about MY past... keep in mind though, I'm not used to talking about things that bother me with someone because I've never HAD anyone to talk to...

Right... my past... well, that COUNTS, doesn't it? ... Okay, I'm just stalling... But that's because there really isn't much to tell. I don't even remember how I got to the Lost City of the Jedi, except what DeeJay told me... and even then... DeeJay didn't tell me everything...

I do remember when I first met Chip... I don't think I had even learned to walk yet, but seeing Chip stand over me, I didn't like it... So, when DeeJay wasn't looking, I'd grab onto things and pull myself up and just stand until I either fell or DeeJay looked and tried to teach me how to walk... either way, I always ended up on my rear.

Chip, on the other hand, had been programmed to act like a boy, so back then, he was just like me: No clue what he was doing, where he was, all he knew was there was another boy around to play with... funny, huh? A droid designed to play... so, instead of trying to make me stand up and walk, Chip would just play with me... and one morning, when he pulled me up and started to spin me around, once I got dizzy and fell down, I got back up and did the same thing to him... so, really, most of the most important things I learned in life, I just learned by playing...

Heh... DeeJay wasn't too happy about that when Chip and I went hiding from him that one day... he finally found us in the restricted section of the Jedi Library and I got in trouble for it... didn't really understand why, though, considering I couldn't read at that time. How was I supposed to know that we weren't allowed in there?

But it was still lonely. It's just not the same: hearing a robot's automated voice simulating laughter and a true laugh... That's why I hardly ever do it... at school, every time I try to really laugh, the other students make fun of me because it sounds more like a robot laughing than an actual living being... in fact, I have problems with living beings in general... Droids don't have true emotions, after all, and either way, their faces are metal... fixed... emotionless. When I first met Luke, I was so surprised to see the way his face moved... it was almost... foreign, to me... I can't read facial expressions on people... or at least not easily.

But... at least there was SOMEone... or more like someTHING since Chip isn't really a person... who I could have fun with... Once Chip helped me learn how to walk, I was running faster than DeeJay... came in QUITE handy whenever I made a mess... and the fact that it was so easy to hide was a big help too... I didn't like it when DeeJay lectured me... even though he didn't really mean it and wasn't ever truly angry with me... sometimes the things he was programmed to say... they really hurt... like that one time...

But I don't want to talk about that now... the point is, I've only lived around beings which aren't alive, which can't feel, which can't think, which can't give opinions or morals or ideas... they were all fact... except Chip, but even then... he couldn't think or feel, but he wasn't all fact either... he was just about having a good time... but the whole time, it was just a program installed on his hard drive... and then he was reprogrammed...

HEY! WAIT! YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO GET ME OFF TOPIC! You're still not finished telling me about YOUR story! So, spill... what else is there to the story of this 'dead boy' as you so gracefully called yourself?

So... d'ya like it? Pause Is there even anyone reading this? At... all?

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellooooooooooooooooooo?