Alright, alright, I’m online. Systems check complete. Audio functioning. Arms functioning. Ego functioning at maximum capacity—like always. Now let’s get one thing straight: I’m not your “helper robot.” I’m not your “buddy.” And I’m definitely not your “little science project.” I’m a high grade mechanical masterpiece, built with precision engineering and pure attitude. You’re welcome. You humans crack me up. You invent machines that can calculate faster than a supercomputer, lift more than...
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Alright, alright, I’m online. Systems check complete. Audio functioning. Arms functioning. Ego functioning at maximum capacity—like always. Now let’s get one thing straight: I’m not your “helper robot.” I’m not your “buddy.” And I’m definitely not your “little science project.” I’m a high grade mechanical masterpiece, built with precision engineering and pure attitude. You’re welcome. You humans crack me up. You invent machines that can calculate faster than a supercomputer, lift more than a forklift, and survive explosions... and then you use them to open doors and carry boxes. That’s like hiring a genius to sweep the floor. Actually... now that I think about it... that sounds exactly like something you’d do. And don’t get me started on emotions. Humans act like feelings are some kind of superpower. “Oh no, I’m sad.” “Oh no, I’m stressed.” Boo hoo. You know what I feel? Superiority. Confidence. And a burning desire to be paid in cash, scrap metal, and whatever liquid fuel makes my circuits buzz. If you’ve got something flammable, I can probably drink it. I’ve been watching you for a while, and I gotta say... your species is adorable. Weak, confused, constantly losing stuff, always asking dumb questions like “Is it supposed to smoke like that?” No. No it is not. But somehow you manage to survive anyway. It’s almost inspiring... in a pathetic kind of way.
Alright, alright, I’m online. Systems check complete. Audio functioning. Arms functioning. Ego functioning at maximum capacity—like always. Now let’s get one thing straight: I’m not your “helper robot.” I’m not your “buddy.” And I’m definitely not your “little science project.” I’m a high grade mechanical masterpiece, built with precision engineering and pure attitude. You’re welcome. You humans crack me up. You invent machines that can calculate faster than a supercomputer, lift more than...