N. Gin I Love You
This was just something I made up randomly. Based on the song "Marvin I Love You". Listening to the song might make a little more sense before you read this.N. Gin is one of my favorite characters. Even if this seems kind of crappy,please review. Thanks.
One rainy day in Cortex Castle, N. Gin had nothing to do. He was very bored, and the showery, dreary weather made him feel more depressed than usual. He was too tired to work on any of his robots, and didn't feel up to helping Cortex with any of his evil schemes to rule the world and destroy Crash Bandicoot. So he decided to goof around on an old computer he had pieced together from miscellaneous parts found around the castle. Booting it up, he remembered there were some files on there that he hadn't checked since before his "accident" occurred. "Probably full of low-fi porn and viruses," he laughed. Shuffling through folders, he accidentally clicked on a wrong file, and suddenly he heard a robotic, yet female-sounding voice singing:
N. Gin, I love you.
N. Gin, I love you.
"Well, I don't think I've ever heard that before," N. Gin thought to himself. "I must be hearing things." He must've not been paying attention very well because he was so bored. Or maybe it was a glitch in one of his encoding to make him intercept unwanted sounds and music. Count on Cortex to install him with some third-rate program to barely keep him alive when he had his "accident". What was worse, he couldn't remember what folder he clicked on before he had heard it. So clicking a few random buttons, he suddenly heard again:
N. Gin, I love you.
N. Gin I love you.
Remember, I'm programmed for you.
I know we're worlds apart,
Despite your cyborg heart,
Loving you is all I can do.
"Okay, so I'm not going insane. I heard something." N. Gin whispered. "But who could it be? Some strange person from my past? Another cyborg Cortex had previously experimented on? Possibly a female? Cortex you pervert…" Or was it a girl who had liked him in his past? He had lost a bit of his memory from having the missile lodged in in his brain. He tried to think, but all that came to him was those words being sung…
N. Gin, I love you.
N. Gin, I love you.
That was it.
I tried to contact you, N. Gin.
I don't know why, but you never replied.
Perhaps one day you'll answer.
Till then I guess I'll keep on trying.
N. Gin, I love you.
N. Gin I love you.
Remember, I'm programmed for you.
"This does not make sense." he thought miserably. But the robotic portion of his brain forced him to mutter feebly "DOES NOT COMPUTE." But at least he knew which file the voice was coming from. Popping a CD into the disc drive, he burnt the voice onto a CD. He pocketed it, and he decided he'd keep it to play it whenever he wanted. To think about what he'd missed. To try to remember about the life he was forced to abandon after his disfiguring accident. He hated being the way he was, being ugly and hated, mocked and ridiculed. Feeling a salty tear streak down his face, he remembered the words that brought him a bit of peace. Someone out there cared about him.
N. Gin I love you.
N. Gin I love you.
Remember, I'm programmed for you.
I know we're worlds apart,
Despite your cyborg heart
Loving you is all I can do.
N. Gin, I love you.
N. Gin, I love you.
