His eyes open, lights flashing in front of him. A timer in his brain is activated, indicated it has been .03 seconds since his activation. He tentatively tests his joints and finds them in working order. Having performed the joint test, he tests his sensors.

Touch sensors – Okay.

Visual sensors – Okay.

Temperature sensors – Okay.

"Good morning, Rock," a voice is heard.

Audio sensors – Okay.

"You can rest easy," The voice spoke again. Turning, he saw the source; human, age approximately 45, stocky, but not obese.

Target ID; Dr. Thomas Light – Relation: Creator.

"Are you feeling alright, Rock?"

Initiating reply: "I feel fine."

"My name is Thomas Light. I created you," The doctor replied.

Internal observation: Identity not in doubt, merely confirmation of programming. Initiating reply: "I see."

"This is Pandora, my lab assistant," Dr. Light pointed to the female unit standing next to her, "She'll be showing you around the lab, and you'll be helping her out."

Noted observation; Female unit appears to be clamping this unit with unusual pressure. Damage possible.

"Pandora, please let go of him."

Observation: Female unit relents. Noted state of female optical sensors – starry. Further investigation required.

"Sorry," Pandora vocalizes, "Just got caught up in the moment."

"That's alright, dear."

Initializing query designed to break tension: "You refer to this unit as Rock. Is this my given designation?

"Yes, it is."

Observation: "I like it. Not sure what reason it was, but I like it."

3 Hours, 20 minutes, 3 seconds later, Rock finished the tour of the laboratory. Observations have been that Dr. Light has spent more time focusing on his work then organizing his office. Rock could not bring up the notion of blaming him, the reasons are clear.

And by clear, Rock meant that the six robots standing in the room provided a clear enough indicator. Dr. Light didn't have time to organize.

"So, Pandora, was it?" Rock spoke, "What exactly do you do around here?"

"I organize the Dr's works," Pandora replied, "He's often too busy to do it by himself."

"Were you created by the Doctor for this purpose?"

"No, I was created by one of Dr. Light's students for a final going-away present," Pandora replied, "When I was activated for the first time, she told me that I had great potential."

"Are you classified as a Robot Master regardless?" Rock asked.

"No. What you're interacting with is merely a robotic avatar. The true Pandora is within the giant tube you see in the middle of the room here," Pandora gestured towards a glowing tube of light, "Originally I merely was a database for Dr. Light's files, but I constructed my avatar to help out Dr. Light with organization."

"So basically, there are two bodies for the same mind," Rock observed, "Two Pandoras."

"I wouldn't say that," Pandora noted, "The Supercomputer Pandora transferred her mind program to myself, so that in the event that the computer is destroyed, I can function without having a connection between the two of us. For simplification of this concept, you may refer to the avatar, myself, as Roll."

"Did..." Rock asked, "Did you just make the name up?"

"I made it up an hour ago, but I felt like keeping it secret up until now," Roll replied, "Now, if you excuse me, I have a few errands that I need to run. If you feel it necessary to see the outside world, you are welcome to join me."

Seeing the opportunity to expand the knowledge database stored in his head, Rock agreed. However, Dr. Light was to oversee the final decision.

Rock walked to Dr. Light's office and began his query.

"Dr. Light?" Rock asked, "Would it be possible that I can help Roll with her errands?"

"Of course," Dr. Light replied, "I guess I can handle everything around here for a while."

"Thank you Dr. Light," Rock replied, and turned to leave.

After exploring the grocery store, in which Rock learned the basic concepts of currency and pricing, the two began to walk home... when Roll turned into an Arcade they were passing.

"Roll, may I ask for the reason of this action?" Rock asked.

"Rock, human culture can be quite fascinating," Roll replied "Among one of its many forms is the Video Game medium. I feel that it may be best if you observe them in action."

Rock, curious, decided to follow.

The arcade was a different experience. Many odd machines, much like computers with unusual decorations stood around, as various young humans stood in front of them pressing buttons and moving levers around. It was a curious sight to see, and Rock had seen plenty.

"What are the purposes of these devices?" Rock asked.

"They're to play game programs that incorporate skill and cunning," Roll explained, "Such as this one, MegaFighter."

Arming one of the gaming machines, Roll inserted a golden coin taken out of her jacket and inserted it.

"In order to operate these machines, you need tokens, such as what I inserted into the machine right now," Roll explained, "Now, allow me to show you how it works."

The screen lit up, showing a large square made of squares. After highlighting a blue character with a gun for a left arm, labeled MegaFighter, Roll pressed start. The screen started a countdown of some kind, saying "Waiting for opposing players."

"I'll play," A passerby in a black jacket and red shirt, wearing sunglasses indoors for some reason, inserted a coin into an adjacent machine and selected a red character labeled "ProtoFighter."

"Why Proto? He's not that good a character," Roll asked.

"I like him," The other player asked, "Now, how about we play?"

About a few minutes passed, and Roll's character had apparently lost.

"OH COME ON!" Roll shouted, "No fair!"

"What's so wrong with the other guy's character?" Rock asked, "It seems to be alright."

"ProtoFighter's to this game what Dan is to Street Fighter. I've read in all the game magazines that even the creators intended him to be the 'weak one'. So basically he's kicking my ass with Dan."

"Didn't appear that way to me," The other guy noted, "I guess you're not as great a player as you may believe. Imma go now."

"Alright," Rock noted, "You go on ahead."

And with that, the other guy left. And something told Rock it wasn't going to be the last time they met the guy.