Abandoned (Story of G1)
The night sets it's sights on the western hemisphere, letting its presence known by setting its dark cloak upon the cities. However they resisted the dark veil by lighting up the night with their advance technology. Flying cars, floating advertisement signs, and even the common pedestrians traveling through tunnel tubes.
Meanwhile within the warehouse, it's structures formed from an old hanger, which used wooden materials that were old enough to have been through thousands of generations of human lives. Within the vast history of the warehouse, a lone robot sat in it's cobweb bed. Which surrounded the robot as it if were prey. The robot had a square body and a square head, his eyes weren’t the same size. The first eye was circular and the size of a tomato can while the other eye was similar but to the size of a paintbucket. His arms were flimsy and were made of rubber tubes connecting electrical circuits, the circuit served as a blood vessel to his battery. The green light on the left side of his chest shown brightly green over the closed panel. The panel is in the dead center of his square body. Beside the panel was a symbol marked lightly with yellow paint "G1". The paint matched the color of orange of the robot's body. The panel contained a simple system that held his soul and memories.
The lone robot sat in it's corner only to remember it's one order from his late master... "Stay there, and wait." The robot could only remember his master's dark cloak, an ancient pocket watch, and his shadowed face. The day his eyes opened, was the day that he was left behind. During his abandonment the robot started to observe people walking by who were either arguing, yelling their souls out loud, or preaching songs. As time passed by, fewer and fewer people came along on this road. The robot's only past-time had gone away.
Then, a woman walked cautiously inside the old hanger. Looking both ways, she anxiously looked into the pile of rags that she held against her chest. The robot started to analyze what she looked like, but her clothings covered most of her face and body. All the data he could gain was that she was thin, and had sad blue eyes. She hugged the pile of rags with care, and loving. Then she placed the pile of rags down within a crate and carefully placed a lid over it. This concealed it perfectly. Then the woman looked up from the crates and started to walk away from the entrance and ran out through the back door. Loud clattering of cans came from the entrance and two men in black suits came walking aggressively stepping on everything with no regard of safety or caution. One of the men in black looked up and saw the robot, and simply said nothing. The robot couldn't see anything behind the men in blacks' sunglasses, only their frown. The men in black quickly left the same way that the woman had gone.
The robot that sat there on the pile could only watch, as the men in black walked past him. The robot felt menacing atmosphere overwhelm him. He quickly hid in the cobwebs again.
Hours passed by, the night sky fell onto the dark hanger. The robot only sat and watched the night go by. Then a cry echoed throughout the hanger. The robot sparked up and quickly looked over the pile and saw a small hand coming out from the crate. The hand was flailing uselessly in the empty air, trying to grab hold of anything.
The robot walked over and let the small hand grab it's filthy hands. The robot only watched the baby being fascinated with it's dusty hand. Then the robot slowly withdrew it's mechanized hand from the small hand. There was a dust print embedded onto the robot's hand. The robot backed away slowly, and started to walk into it's dark corner. Until the crate's lid fell onto the ground making a large crack of echo inside the hanger. The robot looked inside the crate and saw the same blue eyes as the lady that dropped it there, but happier. The robot only pondered upon this creature. Then the robot looked around in the other crates, suddenly realizing that it had something else to pass time with. The robot found a crate filled with identical pictures of various sizes to the creature in the box. He started reading the letters imprinted within each pages. The robot finally learned that this was a baby, a young human.
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The robot sat there reading, page one of a baby guide book. (When the baby cries, it's either asking for attention, or personal needs that it doesn't have the ability to do on it's own.) the robot questioned this harsh personalized book of Mr. Stank's Rules to Babies and to the World. (Another thing when the baby cries on the street.... careful. The babies are a hassle to get rid of, especially when you're caught in the middle of a populated street. It's best to quickly find a shady place, but not too shady to the point that someone can call the police on, and quickly finish the deed that your baby has bestowed upon you.)
The robot could only read the book with uncertainty, then the baby from behind starts to wail like a siren. The robot turned around and looked at the baby's close eyes and it's wide opened mouth. The robot tried to shut the baby's mouth by keeping it shut with its hand, but the baby kept crying without avail. The robot looked at Mr. Stank’s book and started to flip the pages searching through the book for the antidote. A picture of a baby crying, presented a cure for the scream. The description of the cure contained only a couple of words.
(Mr. Stank had written the following rules in the book)
Rules to find ways to shut the baby up
Find a pacifier and stick it to the crying baby
If there is any garbage smell around you, you'd probably find the bomb in the baby's diaper.
(Of course already discharged)
Check the time and if it's past midnight, then start comforting the sleepless baby.
(Since, I assure you will not get any sleep on that night)
If the room is cold then tough luck, no need to spend that much for the baby just place the baby in a straitjacket (I mean blankets of course)
Check the time, and if it's meal time then start feeding (you do not wanna starve this little critter do you?)
This is hell's number add two more 6's and you'll find him, it's not for the baby but it's for you... (But don't follow number 6, I seriously don't recommend you suicide or mass homicide)
Entertain your baby, by either spending more time with him or sending him off to a daycare if you don't have to time to play with your kin... or foster.
The robot could only question this book's immense amount of sarcasm and then read the label on the back of the book's cover, saying
(BANNED From the Baby-Lover Society)
The robot then looked at the crate filled with these books, which contained the same phrase on the back of each cover. But the robot still chose to read and follow whatever this book had to say said.
As the years went by, the robot eventually succeeded in bringing this child up to age where the child was able to talk and think for himself. The robot's vast quantities of books lay in the hanger undisturbed. The robot had personally taken on the job of educating and raising this child. Finally the child eventually asked this question to the robot.
"Hey, G1 why do all the kids outside have parents next to them while I don’t? ” asked the child.
"James my child, if I tell you this answer. You may not like it, but I assure you that eventually your mother and father will come back for you" said G1.
The child only nodded, and continued reading his book. The robot looked at the opened textbook that had a picture of the old classic town. Alongside there was a photo of a candy shop with numerous children and parents surrounding the candy shop.
After night has fallen with James asleep, the robot looked up into the dark blue sky with the moon shining upon him. He searched within his memory banks for the mother of this poor child, but the robot couldn't get anything out of it. Nothing was familiar, only the light blue eyes. The robot looked at his chest, which glowed bright red. The robot could only hope that the woman would eventually come back to retrieve her child. Rather than letting the child eventually know the truth and the meaning of a death of a dear friend.