WIP place holder will be editing this later
The cold, cluttered room was bathed in a flickering, dim light, casting long shadows across the walls. At the center of the chaos, an imposing figure lay motionless on a gleaming metal table. Its metallic body, once a masterpiece of engineering, now appeared as little more than a lifeless shell—silent, still, and cold. Wires spiraled around its limbs, feeding into a cluttered array of broken machinery.
Upon second glance a robot was found. It's once-glowing eyes were dim, its pupils empty. It stared up blankly at the ceiling above, the stillness of the room matching its dormant state the air heavy, an almost staleness to it. The soft hum of deactivated systems filled the silence—nothing more than a forgotten experiment, discarded and left to gather dust.
Then, a sound almost like rummaging permeated the dark vast room. There was almost a warmness from a voice that echoed through out.
"Hello?" A small voice had called out, waiting for something to echo back towards it.
Then, something stirred. Deep within the tangled circuits, a faint hum reverberated through the stillness. A flicker of light blinked in its chest. The dormant machine, unnoticed by the human eye, was awakening.
The voice moving through the dark building, traversing tangles of wires and other discarded machinery. Another call for any sign of life left the voice a little louder this time.
The lifelessness drained from the robots eyes, replaced by a soft, Purple glow. It was as if the life inside it had returned, sparking its life giving processes once again. Slowly, with mechanical precision, it lifted itself from the table, sitting up. A shudder of disorientation rippled through its frame, as it scanned the cluttered room around it. Blinking, it caught something in its scanners—something that caught its attention.
It stumbled forward, a bit unsure of its own movement, and gazed into the reflection. For a moment, it stood there, staring back at itself, as if in disbelief. The figure in the mirror had a distinctly feminine form, as it touched the surface, its metallic fingers brushing against the glass in a slow, thoughtful motion. Was that really it? It couldn’t quite grasp the truth of what it saw.
With effort, it gathered enough focus to start understanding its surroundings. The reflection mirrored a being built with curves and form—feminine in shape. Faint impressions of purpose stirred in its mind. It wandered the room, searching for something—anything—that could offer clues.
Near the back, under a pile of old machinery and forgotten objects, it found something—a manual. The worn pages were titled "Material, Ethics, Demonstrated, Instilled, Construct." Curiosity piqued, the robot flipped through the pages, each turn bringing more pieces of the puzzle into place. The words “Medical Droid” stood out to it. The design was one to serve both human and machine, to heal, repair, and assist.
Turning the page, it found illustrations of bots dressed like humans—each one in practical attire: overalls, fire-retardant shirts, tool bags hanging from hips. Practical, useful clothing.
Driven by a new instinct, the robot rifled through the room, finding scraps of cloth, old coverings from broken equipment. It wasn’t much, but with some effort, it managed to fashion something resembling the attire it had seen in the manual. The outfit was imperfect—too short here, too long there—but it felt right.
In the corner of the room, beside a broken shelf, she discovered a small, ancient sewing machine. Beside it was a tiny manual, its pages yellowed with age. As she read, a word caught her eye: “bobbin.” A tool essential to the machine’s function. She chuckled softly to herself at the oddity of the name and decided that, since she couldn’t remember her own, she would take that name for herself.
"Bobbin," she whispered softly, her jaw only allowing for strict movements. There was something comforting in the sound of it. Even if her past remained a blur, the name was something she could hold onto for now.
Once dressed, Bobbin left the dim cluttered room, wandering around the neglected facility. As she wandered through the unfamiliar space, it became clear that the place where she had awakened was a basement beneath a sprawling warehouse on the south side of the city. The faint echo of footsteps bounced off the concrete walls, and for the first time, she felt the weight of uncertainty.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the stillness. “Hey! Is someone there!? I can see you!” A young women ran towards Bobbin, startling her. Bobbin expected to be in the facility cold and alone, not for another to find her wandering about in here.
The women finally made pace with Bobbin laying her hand gently on her shoulder. The women's hand pulling back sharply unexpecting the coldness of her body. "Wa- Your body, its so cold! Are you alright!?"
Bobbin blinked hard, shaking her head stunned by what was being perceived. She turned to asked the woman what she was doing here but was cut off. In the darkness the only thing the woman could tell was there was a female shaped figure, so the chill of her body was odd. A small flash of light pass through a window pane, something simular to a vehicals head lights. Green color reflected when the light bounced off of it, something similar to the patina of an copper element. Bobbin winced unsure of what the woman that stood before her was to do.
The woman gleamed a twinkle in her eye, excited for her discovery. "Oh my goodness! You must be the abandoned automaton I've been looking for!" The woman wrapped her arms tightly around excited to have made such a discovery.
Bobbin looked at her puzzled, her mouth attempting to open. Her jaw was unable to move very far as the corrosion of oxidation had made her stiff, She squeaked out. "What do you mean you crazy women!?"
She laughed at Bobbin's question. "I'm here to pick you up, Matt talked about you. I didn't believe you would be here, but here you are!" Enthusiastically, she jumped up and down Bobbin's hand held in both of her own. The two of them fled out of the warehouse emerging into the cool crisp night air, everything was damp from fresh rain. The hum of the street lights emitted a soft glow lighting their way.
A policeman standing a few paces away, eyed them curiously. The women yapping cluelessly at Bobbin. "My name is Jynx by the way, I'm so glad to have found you." The officer approached the both of them, questioning what they were doing out so late.
As he was approaching, the officer's expression shifted. He studied her with narrowed eyes, taking a moment to realize what he saw. “Wait a minute… you’re not human,” he choked out under his breath. His tone changed, a hint of snark creeping into his voice. Jynx herd his uncouth comment, annoyed with his remark she was first to speak.
"What is that suppose to mean??" Jynx snapped at him, offended by the fact that he seemed to belittle Bobbin for what she is. The officer turned to Jynx "It suppose to mean that it's not one of us... Now get that thing off the streets before I book you for impeding a public servant."
Bobbin puzzled, stood there silently, not quite sure what he meant. The officer didn’t seem to expect an answer. Jynx escorting them to the van she brought to load bobbin it so she could be carefully transported. After a short drive they had arrived.
She stepped out of the van, her hands trembling slightly. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she walked toward the imposing warehouse looming ahead. The weight of the night’s confusion hung heavily on her shoulders. Hesitating at the doorstep, Jynx ushered her inside, unsure of what she was even supposed to do next.
The door creaked open, a man with strange glasses answered. He was tall and looming a dark wide brimmed fedora adorned the crown of his head, a long dark lab coat cloaked over his body. He had a almost eeriness to his form. A wide toothy smile crept out from under his hat. "Hello ladies, I've been expecting you."
Jynx ran and jumped into his arms, "Look! She's here! You were right!" The man gently lowered her to the floor so she had her footing once more. He let out a warm chuckle, "Yes love, I knew she was there it was the last known place for the experiments I've told you about." Bobbin cocked her head curious of what they could have meant.
The man came over to her gently placing a hand on her shoulder, "Do you remember anything?" Bobbin's brow furrowed trying to rekindle anything from her past but nothing seemed to connect. "No, not really." The man frowned afraid of that being the answer. "Well let me introduce myself to you, my names Matt Reynolds." Bobbin smiled, a spark traced through her eyes. He saw hope that not all was lost.
The three of them pressed further on into the building, it was a crude and some what ran down assembly line warehouse. Regardless it got the job done for hosting experiments as both Jynx and Matt worked in the business of fabricating automatons.
The familiar sound of buzzing lights permeated the room, sheading light on the experiments in front of them in the middle of the room; a nuclear reactor. It emitted a blue glow and something seemed to float with in it.
Bobbin gazed at the element inside, "what is that?". She leaned in closer still cautious of the element. "Its a Biospark, it's like the one in your chest but this one is made of a different element. Yours is something I like to call Singers Element. They work kind of like Nuclear energy, its not as toxic though this stuff will only turn your skin the color of the element which is this case would be blue." Matt had remarked from behind her.
Bobbin grabbed at her blouse removing enough of the material to reveal the glowing canister underneath. It was heart shaped but was mounted upside down, almost similar to a spade. "How odd, I didn't realized what that was."
"Its how you have the life essence that you do! A wonderful machine like yourself is powered by steam, oil, and nuclear matter!" Matt explained to her, everything was so new since she had no memories it all seemed to over whelm her.
She sat for a moment her mind spinning from all this new information. Her processors unsure of how to sort the information being presented to her. Her knees buckle, her frame gone limp. Clutching at her head she fell to the ground. "Bobbin! What's going on with you!?" Jynx exclaimed.
