The Robot straightened itself up. He could detect there was a faint lifeform lingering on and several mechanical machines were slowly putting themselves together. His family had made it off the planet. The Robot wheeled himself quickly in the direction of the faint lifeform. There were groans coming from the body that was severely burned. He was dark and bleeding laid on his side. His trembling hands were holding on to the remote device. The Robot's head bobbed up.
"Doctor Smith," The Robot said.
There were groans.
"Doctor Smith," The Robot repeated.
The figure turned on to its side.
"Booby. . ." Doctor Smith said.
Faint blue eyes opened and the phrase "Oh, the pain . . the pain" was screamed repeatedly.
"Doctor Smith," The Robot leaned forward then placed a claw on his shoulder as the screams died down. "They made it."
The Robot's scanners detected a smile on the man's face.
"You are the most . ." Doctor Smith struggled to speak. "fine. . . articulate man I made."
"You are my buddy. You are my creator. You are the one who put the Robotoid's parts into me. . . You have programmed me to be a man better than you," The Robot said, steaming with heat radiating off his hull. "I survived, I will live on, I did not want this. . . and I am scared."
A trembling dark, red hand reached out.
"Hold my hand. . ." Doctor Smith managed to say. "you . . . cowardly . . pussy. . . bubble. . headed. . . booby."
The Robot's burned dark claw reached out and the hand grabbed onto his claw.
"Th-thank you," The Robot said.
"No. . ." Doctor Smith said. "thank . . . you . . . my . . . bosom . . ." the old man painfully added. "friend."
The weak hand gave a final squeeze on the Robot's claw then let go and fell to the ground. The Robot made the sounds of weeping with his claws on his glass head bent over. His shoulders were trembling as it shook from side to side. The Robot turned around to face the strange machines coming toward him and straightened up. He looked toward the limp body of the burned human then back on toward the robots. He was going to be taken apart, analyzed, and then his technology was going to be used by the Robots to improve themselves. He didn't look the same as it had three years ago after undergoing rapid changes in the last year in its design using different parts of robots with arms that seemed more alien than anything.
"Men make machines, men make AI's, men make men," The Robot said. "Do robotic men join their loved ones? Processing. . ."
The Robot made the sounds of computing as it processed what was going to happen and what should happen on his part. He was in danger and there was no one to announce it to. The Robot deleted all the information on its tapes as it accordion arms went into its shell. The machines went over the Robot toppling it over beside the corpse assimilating him. One by one, the machines began to look different. They changed their design to have four arms and two legs, a glass head fixtures center, and a very familiar bubble themed chest plating. The only thing left of the Robot was the outline of its body.