(I had a burst of inspiration to write a short sci-fi story about robots, so I decided to turn it into my blog posts for the time being. I ADORED writing this so I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did. \ud83d\ude42 It hasn’t really been revised or proofread, so don’t make your first judgements so harsh!)<\/p>\n
The walls of the facility creaked and groaned, as the tiles of the ceiling let go of the hands of their surrounding brothers and fell into the toxic water below. The bubbling sludge grabbed hold of their fiberglass bodies and dragged them into the burning swamp, turning its white glass fiber strands into drowned, black ash. The two HopperWare licensed robots stood and watched as the vomit colored water devoured its meal of company acoustical ceiling tiles in giant swallows. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAh,\u201d Uttered a tall, slender robot with bright yellow plating, \u201cit looks like this place is in much poorer condition than I thought.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cReally, Chisa?\u201d A shorter and more buff red robot said sarcastically. \u201cFor someone who was <\/span>apparently <\/span><\/i>designed for analysis and navigation, it really seems like you\u2019re lacking in that field.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, and what were <\/span>you<\/span><\/i> designed for again, lifting things?\u201d Chisa snapped back, her rounded head spinning towards the two orange eyes of the labor robot. <\/span><\/p>\n The two watched as the facility continued to eat itself up, and the pale green overgrowth on the walls that almost painted the entire room shook from the wind coming in from the holes in the ceiling. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWait!\u201d yelled a robotic voice from behind. As the clanking metal footsteps grew closer, a medium sized blue robot caught up to the other two and instantly rested its hands on its knees. \u201cSorry, I got lost.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The larger red robot let out an automated chuckle and gave a shove towards Chisa. \u201cLooks like someone wasn\u2019t doing their job very well, huh Chis?\u201d The navigation robot narrowed her large, yellow eye at this. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, just let my fans catch up for a bit.\u201d The blue robot panted, his metal suit design opening and closing vents on his sides. \u201cI wasn\u2019t built for this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow about you do <\/span>your<\/span><\/i> job, then, 15?\u201d The yellow robot looked at the construction robot, \u201cSince you\u2019re just oh so <\/span>good<\/span><\/i> at it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n 15 let out a machine-like grumble and opened up the plates to his side to reveal two forklift arms. \u201cGet on, David.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n The blue robot turned his attention to 15, who stood looking pretty silly with his two regular arms protruding from the same sides the forklift ones were. With a little hesitation, David lowered himself onto 15, who lifted him up and walked closer to the sewage pit.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThis is humiliating.\u201d Muttered David, his glasses-like eyes turning downwards.<\/span><\/p>\n The three HopperWare robots, after traveling through every floor, room, and tunnel of the HopperWare testing facility, finally stood facing one of the last chambers. <\/span><\/p>\n The yellow one, marked with black text around her neck spelling out \u201cCH154\u201d stood cross-armed at the gap. Her main body was made of grey metal, but her more vital parts were covered by bright yellow plating. Her hands weren\u2019t as intricate as the other two\u2019s, as she only sported two fingers and a thumb on each wrist; just enough to grab and open things, but not much else. She was tall, slender, and feminine, and it seemed as if the designers got a little too excited while designing her hips. She had one yellow eye installed in her dome-like head, which allowed her to rotate her vision 360\u00b0, but nowadays she used that function more for dramatic effect.<\/span><\/p>\n The red one, recognizable by his short stature and hefty body, hoisted up the blue striped robot with its forklift arms. His wide structure and multi-tool filled hands were a rusty red along with the rest of him, excluding the reflective orange stripes running down his torso and back. There were several pieces of graffiti on his body, and the most notable were a large, stylistic yellow 15 spray-painted on his back and a phallic symbol resting on his shoulder in permanent marker. His head was angled and sporting two orange LED eyes, along with a smile and a tongue sticking out in black and red spray-paint. <\/span><\/p>\n In his arms was the first model of the tax-accountant robot David, who\u2019s hard metal shell resembled that of a blue suit. He had semi-human features and anatomy, with bright lights inside his glasses serving as his eyes, which looked much like a smart anime character\u2019s would when they\u2019d push up their spectacles with a smirk on their face. Besides that, his face was blank other than \u201cdesign pending\u201d graphic on his cheek. He was average height, lightweight, lanky, and not built for long walks or journeys, as his main challenges would be doing math and fetching things from around an office. <\/span><\/p>\n The three continued to stand at the edge, before 15 let out a question that had been running through his circuits for a while now. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey, math boy.\u201d He said as he looked down in his arms.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d David responded<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s the chance I\u2019d be able to throw a 100 pound object across this pit?\u201d 15 asked.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWell, it depends on the aerodynamics of the object and the way it\u2019s shaped, but with your strength and specialty it shouldn\u2019t be that difficult.\u201d David replied.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI see\u2026\u201d 15 started, \u201chere we go then!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWait, <\/span>WHAT?<\/span><\/i>\u201d exclaimed the lanky blue robot, but his question would not be answered. Before he knew it, he was lightly tossed into the air by 15\u2019s forklift arms before being caught by his main ones.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, no, no, no, NO,<\/span> NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO\u2014\u201d <\/span><\/i>David yelled as he was hoisted into the air and then launched across, and his screams grew distant before a <\/span>CLANG <\/span><\/i>reverberated off the walls. A variety of expletives echoed through the room before \u201cI\u2019M FINE! THANKS FOR THE WARNING!\u201d was belted from the other side.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" (I had a burst of inspiration to write a short sci-fi story about robots, so I decided to turn it into my blog posts for the time being. 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