Also, the fact I was a robot with a very specific voice pretty much killed any and all mystery of where I was, and what I was now. Like I had seen in so many shows, and read in so many stories, I could panic at the realization of the world I was on now, and then adapt and to become OP with my LOLPLZNRF abilities that I was granted somehow and then cheat my way through whatever contrived situation I was in.Įxcept that isn’t going to happen since my emotions are fairly numb for some reason except this overriding desire to be peppy and uplifting. Because, otherwise, it would have to be a particularly petty, bored, and/or cruel one to place me where I am. I could wax on about how I thought ROB was responsible for my being placed wherever I was, but I think that would be giving that plot device way too much credit this time. The fact I was somewhere else, that it was daytime, and I was no longer human were the big ones really. Of course, the state of my new appendages are the least of my problems at the moment. My pathetically thin, and weak clamps that look like they would break if I bent them too hard.
“…What the F#$#.Did I just get bleeped!?”
Realizing the difference in the situation from what it was, the Claptrap could only say a few words. After a few moments, it moved, stiffly, and with it came realization, followed by confusion. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!” It shrieked freezing stiff before falling onto its back.įor a few moments, silence reigned before the eye once more lit up…but instead of a blue, it glowed yellow. Thunder sounded, and the claptrap looked up in bewilderment, its eye looking to-and-fro, before a bolt of light stuck upon its eye, burning directly into it. In another time, and place, it would have indeed fallen to the very fate it had described. “Waaaaaah! I’m stuck here! Forever! To become a shell of a bot into the future when the world is covered in ruin! I beseech whatever higher power there be, can you provide this poor bot a sign!?” it shouted, arms waving dramatically as it pantomimed kneeling and praying. Melodrama gave way to sounds of drums and rubbing vinyl as it spun in place, doing several arm waves. This shadow keeping me cool is my only benefit of my complicated situation, and my only comfort to stave off boredom being my musical and dancing talent!” “Oh, woe is me! I am stuck on this relatively tall spot with no means of getting down despite the fact I could just…slide. It sighed, drooping for a moment before perking back up. It tries to shout for help, but it was just ignored as the few people in town just stayed indoors. It can’t climb down because it didn’t have a climbing program, because somehow that seems unimportant in the Badlands for some reason. Whatever the case may be, this claptrap was stuck in its spot. Could have been a Skag, or a Bandit, or a Runner…a Bandit Skag driving a Runner, it’s F%$#ing Pandora! It could have been anything! Truthfully, it was where it was because it was tossed up there. Behind the closed weapons shop, within a shadowed edge on the rocky knoll, a Green model of the same machine sat cooling down. “Heheh…glad no one was around to hear that.” The sudden and loud whirr of a cooling fan on its last legs punctuated anything else the robot was about to say, making its eye swivel about for a moment, looking to see if it was actually alone. “A sunny day! Temperature level…Hot! Good thing I don’t have to worry about heat like humans do.” The trapezoid shaped machine whose primary purpose was to open doors, help out people when it was asked, even when the orders went against its own well-being, which was often. “♫Doo-de-doo-de-dooo♫” it sang mindlessly as it rolled about. Better known by the inhabitants of Pandora as Claptrap. The same couldn’t be said for a small, yellow, robot that milled about the small town on his single, non-stair climbing wheel. Most of them stayed inside their small dwellings to avoid getting a heatstroke, a bullet, or becoming a Skag meal. Pandora’s sun beat down upon the dry ground, making it barely tolerable for the people of Fyrestone. It was a clear, sunny day in the Arid Badlands. I can’t climb Stairs, I can only open doors, and that is UNACCEPTABLE!
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