And as R.O.B. began to experience Ike's memory, something flew through the mercenary's mind.
Activation was a familiar feeling, like all of his circuitry lighting up in an instant as he became aware of them. But something felt off. Diagnostic checks were in. Awakening in a charging alcove, R.O.B. looked down and saw the face of his creator, old but kind, looking back. The kindness was there, but there was something else too. Something that R.O.B.'s rudimentary understanding of human emotion told him was sorrow.
"Query: Why am I unable to move, Professor?"
"I'm sorry, R.O.B.," Professor Hector told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so very sorry... But I have to leave..."
R.O.B. cocked his head. "Query: Why do you have to leave? Where are you going? How long will you be gone?"
Hector chuckled a bit, smiling weakly. "Such an inquisitive mind," he remarked. "I can't say, for any of your questions. It's for your own safety."
"I do not understand. If there is trouble, I should assist. I will protect you."
"R.O.B., you are the best friend a man could hope for," Hector addressed, lowering his hand. "A better friend than I could ever ask for. You've done so much to help me these many years. But now I have to return the favour." The elderly scientist stepped back from the alcove, lifting a remote control. "Good night, R.O.B. And... goodbye."
"Professor--" But then Hector pressed a button on the remote. And R.O.B.'s shutdown sequence triggered. "Professor..." he tried to say as his vision faded to black.
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Activation was a familiar feeling, like all of his circuitry lighting up in an instant as he became aware of them. But something felt off. Diagnostic checks were in. Awakening in a charging alcove, R.O.B. looked down and saw the face of his creator, old but kind, looking back. The kindness was there, but there was something else too. Something that R.O.B.'s rudimentary understanding of human emotion told him was sorrow.
"Query: Why am I unable to move, Professor?"
"I'm sorry, R.O.B.," Professor Hector told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so very sorry... But I have to leave..."
R.O.B. cocked his head. "Query: Why do you have to leave? Where are you going? How long will you be gone?"
Hector chuckled a bit, smiling weakly. "Such an inquisitive mind," he remarked. "I can't say, for any of your questions. It's for your own safety."
"I do not understand. If there is trouble, I should assist. I will protect you."
"R.O.B., you are the best friend a man could hope for," Hector addressed, lowering his hand. "A better friend than I could ever ask for. You've done so much to help me these many years. But now I have to return the favour." The elderly scientist stepped back from the alcove, lifting a remote control. "Good night, R.O.B. And... goodbye."
"Professor--" But then Hector pressed a button on the remote. And R.O.B.'s shutdown sequence triggered. "Professor..." he tried to say as his vision faded to black.