#first robot

Robot Lilliput! This design was the first ever robot toy to be released back in 1932, and has been replicated identically ever since.

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You know how everything Tony owned in his house was destroyed or crashed into the ocean, including this robot?

You know how Tony could have gotten anything he wanted back, but at the end of Iron Man 3 he picks up this robot?

You know how I cried because Tony Stark feels because of this robot?

Ah, now this is a question that takes me back.

I was always exceptionally bright, and even as a young child my genius shone through; I could repair and construct machinery better than most adults, and I only got better as I grew older. My parents, however, did not approve of my gift; I would later conclude that they feared me for my similarities to my esteemed grandfather, Gerald, but as a child I couldn’t understand their extreme aversion to the things I enjoyed doing. And to such extremes they went… dismissing me when I repaired house appliances, yelling at me when I modified tools, demanding that I pursue other things if I wanted even a shred of affection… so great was their loathing of my talents that they didn’t even make use of the automated housekeepers most wealthy families in Overland used.

I didn’t allow any of this to stop me. Behind their backs I constructed a special place all to myself, away from their prying eyes where I could build whatever I wished and not suffer their ignorance and fear. One day, when I was seven, I decided to try something particularly ambitious; after months of gathering the right parts and tools, I decided to create a fully functioning robot. It was long arduous work crafting its body and programming its limited AI, but I did it; I created my very first robot. It was a crude, clumsy wind-up toy of a device, but it was mine.

I named him Kog.

You should have seen me in those days; so proud, so happy! Kog was my greatest creation to date, and I took great joy in having him. Particularly since I believed that through him I would at last win my parents affection… you see, in my childhood naivety, I presumed that the lack of automated help around the house was the result of my family being unable to afford such a luxury. Heh… such a wonderful irony; I could understand computers, electronics and machinery in ways no one else could, but I stubbornly refused to believe my parents denied themselves a luxury purely to spite me. Well, you can guess how this story went; I used Kog to do several chores across the house, and presented him to my parents to show how useful robots could be, and that they wouldn’t need to spend money when I could just BUILD them from scrap.

They did not take it well.

My father, Ivo, began yelling at me. And then the yelling turned to screaming, while my mother stood back, glaring down at me with such *contempt* in her eyes.  At that point in my life I had never seen him so angry before; normally he responded to my gift with cold, calculating malice. But not this. Oooh no. I’d crossed a line. I’d committed a cardinal sin. He stormed off and came back with a laser rifle, one he kept as a last line of defense against possible intruders… Kog went down after three shots. And then he turned on me, grabbed me by my arms and shoved me against the nearest wall. He suddenly went calm, which frightened me even more than his previous rage, and told me in no uncertain terms that I was to never, ever build another robot again.

The next day he sold Kog to the local scrapyard, and after scouring the area around our home he managed to locate my workshop. He destroyed everything inside it, and then had the ramshackle little laboratory bulldozed. Perhaps then, he felt, I might at last give up my ambitions.

Sufficed it to say, I did not. In fact, the incident merely strengthened my resolve. And now, nearly fifty years later, I have more machines than I know what to do with.