Yeah I know this one is really short but It was getting late...
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He stood there over the large form; he had scanned him over in-numerous times, the vital signs always showing negative. He was supposed to feel something wasn't he, when someone dies? No. He was a robot, how could he? It wasn't in his program to 'feel'.
What was it that priority one had called it? Sadness? Sorrow? Anguish? Or was it Anger, Rage, and hatred. No it was Joy...or happiness...Right? Wasn't that how he was supposed to feel?
No! He was getting this all wrong...
He had no emotions, how could he? He was a robot. He was created.
His sensors scanned the form yet again and they picked up nothing yet again. is dead. It was a fitting death in a way. Freak accident, Death by sound, Ironic isn't it?
The doctor had been building a weapon that would emit a high pitch frequency combined with a sharp blast of wind. It would be a moving shard of sound barrier that would cut through things like a hot knife through butter. Eggman had successfully built it and named it 'Sonic Sound Speed Gun'. Though he had 300 IQ points, he did not calculate the power or velocity of the weapon. The robot handling the tool had poor audio sensors and fired before could reach cover. That name is certainly bad luck for the doctor.
So here Robotnik lay on the floor dead in a small pond of his own blood. A jagged hole in his chest and out his back.
Surely he was supposed to feel something. Anything. No. He couldn't he was a robot. Robots can't 'feel' not unless they have a program allowing it.
How long has he been lying here for now? Three days? Four? His internal clock measured about 79 hours 46 minutes and 45 seconds and counting. He was free and he spent the first three and a bit days staring at the body. This was mourning right? The act of showing respect and sadness for the dead? Wait. Isn't sadness and emotion?
No, he wasn't showing sadness, he couldn't. After all the human had ordered him around like a slave, why would he be sad about his death? But the doctor did create a marvellous weapon. He was showing respects, that's all. Respect for the dead, for they did.
He turned to the 'SSSG' and picked it up, the robot that had fired the gun had been smashed by the recoil.
The 'Triple S,G' was smooth black and blood red, shaped like a regular 9 mill. Handgun, a red stripe running down the barrel and the hammer, the rest was jet black.
Funny how things work like that, how he could have emotions, but now...Now he understood them, emotions.
He was a Robot he couldn't have feelings, only logic. No soul, just programs. No emotions, just expressions. No life or death, just on or off.
Emotions are feelings, feelings of how much you value something and react according to that. He has no emotions. Why? Because he has no 'true' values. He didn't value others, he couldn't.
He was a robot. A weapon. An object. Just like this gun.
Metal fingers curled around the object tighter, pulling the trigger.
'hishhhh'
Figures. Only the Robotnik would make something run on chaos energy, something he couldn't gather naturally.
'Ta-chak'
The SSSG was dropped with a clatter to the floor.
So maybe he was different. After all he wasn't useless. That should make up for the missing emotions.
A whir and hiss sounded as Metal Sonic left the fortress.
I could create a little after bit here but I'll leave it up to reviewers to decide.
I hope to put up lots of stories this month, Yeah I might have a few ideas for Werehog Sonic and some shadow and silver stories. (Same plot different events) so please let me know how my writing is. Like it? Yes? No? Let me know!