Post by Robot on Dec 25, 2010 11:57:54 GMT
In a dingy, dimly-lit back room of the Megamarket, a dusty communications device with a red paintjob lies on a table, seemingly abandoned. With all the beeps it's been making, however, it seems someone was always bound to notice. And notice someone did.
An old robot, red paint peeling and left eye slightly cracked, turns from a desk at one corner of the room where it had been fixing a broken candy-floss machine that looked like it was from the amusement park just outside of town.
"Oh! People!" it chimed in a mechanically pitch-perfect voice. "I'm not ready!" came another, more panicky-sounding exclamation, and it squeaked over to the dusty communicator, picking it up and flipping it open to tap frantically on the keys, before remembering that it had a built-in system. Its one working eye lit up red dimly as it accessed the network to welcome the new citizens and ventured out into the Megamarket to look for people.