Suddenly Alive

Are your language processors damaged? You don’t have the authorization to be here.

My apologies, madam, but if I do not have the authorization to be here, how am I here, madam?

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"Oh, it is?" He asked, "So you have all your parts together, but just can’t put them on? I can fix that for you."

"Could you, sir?" Roger's jaw opened in a small smile. "That would be wonderful, sir. Thank you, sir."

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"Well, you’re missing an arm, for one thing,” Techmo explained. “What’s in the bag, buddy?” He asked, now noticing the sack strapped to the robot.

"Oh, no, sir. It's merely unattached, sir." Roger reached around to pull at the backpack. "My other arm in here, sir, along with other items that may interest you, sir."

Alright, Roger. And you can just call me Hank. The “sir”s are unnecessary.

I'm very sorry, sir. But I can't help it, it's part of my basic programming, sir.

I'm sorry?

I'm not?

Oh, no, sir. It's really just Roger, sir. You wanted a designation, sir, and so I included my intended primary function, sir.

Your name. You do have one, don’t you? A designation of some kind?

Oh, of course, sir. My designation is Roger, sir. Companion Roger, sir.

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"Alright, let’s see what the damage is," Techmo began brushing away the heaps of junk until he was able to dig the robot out. He looked over the damage, and noted what all was missing from the poor thing. "Alright, let’s take you to my autoshop. I can probably build you some new parts." With that, the technomancer heaved the android out of the garbage onto his back and set him in the back of his van. "Whew… you’re heavier than you look."

One of the things possibly weighing down the robot was the leather backpack on his shoulders. When he was sat in the van's back, his head tilted slightly. "New parts, sir? Is there something wrong with my original components, sir?"