TripleEz is Coming

A little story for you readers

Hello. I don't want to say anything else - it's late and time is growing bored of waiting for me to go to recharge. It'll be able to speed up again once I'm asleep and all of this will be over. Everything will be over.

I can't settle down, readers. Something keeps hanging around at the edge of my psyche and I don't know what it is. You know me and you know that I don't scare easily but I am scared, readers. I am so very, very scared. It's probably nothing but it won't leave me alone. I thought that I might scare it off by sharing some of the musings of my earlier days with you. Happy memories help with freaky feelings, right? Also, I found my old save files and I want to reuse these things so I'm going to preserve this stuff on here.

Entry one

I want to be a fighter when I'm bigger! I know that my AI is still basic but when it's ready I'm going to go to Mercury and I'm going to be the biggest and bestest robot fighter of them all. My brother says that I'm too weak and that I don't have the mental strength to do it but I know that I do! Everyone else says that I just need to trust in myself and I can be whatever I want to be. Well, I want to fight! I want to be able to be a hero and help people.

They say that I'm going to have another brother. I don't know that I want one. Greggy is being all happy about it and he's being horrible to me! I thought that we were siblings and that siblings never fight. I don't understand why everyone's being like this. I don't understand family.

Entry two

My creators don't want me to be a fighter. They tried to get me to change my mind by getting me a 'dog'. Apparently it's some kind of Earth animal or something. Well, it's definitely a robot so I wouldn't exactly call it an animal. It isn't, OK. It's just another flipping AI that will wander around and just make everyone regret that we got it.

I didn't even ask for a dog or whatever it is. In fact, I asked for gladiatorial equipment and a training ring. They're my parents - they should support me! I wouldn't exactly call this supporting me. I just. Want. To. Be. A. Fighter. It's what I'm good at. For the love of Ganymede - it's what I enjoy doing! Isn't that the most important thing?

But no. What's more important is that I get a stupid brainless robot dog to run around and make sure that we give the image of a nice, friendly family instead of all the hatred that we all just ignore because that's what family is! It's a stupid lie!

In fact, seeing as my parents aren't going to help me achieve my dreams, I might go down the nice, normal route and... and write poetry. That's right, parents most dear. You don't let me do what I want to do I will become a poet and screw up my whole life. Here's what you're forcing me towards:

I hate family

They suck

They ruin everything

I hate you especially

The one's that made me

You're ruining my life!

What happened to 'supportive group'

Oh yeah, I forgot!

It went out the window when I wanted to kick ass.

Well now I'm gonna tell you to get lost

Entry three

Dubh and I went out on the surface of Mars

Our mutual dislike swiftly turning to gaze at the stars

Our hatred bloomed like roses red

Our thoughts turned to one another and said:

Maybe we aren't so different after all?

Maybe true love is truly the rule

Maybe we might flipping rock

If we managed to rewind the clock?

Perhaps Dubh and Ez were meant for each other?

Friend of my brother is always your lover

And now this rhyme scheme is getting old

No way this poem turns into anything vaguely half decent!

I hate poetry so much! Even Dubh hates my poetry and that's saying something, considering that Dubh doesn't have a mind of her own and so shouldn't be able to hate anything. This sucks. I don't even know why I decided to give up on the whole fighting idea in the first place - I would have been so much better at it and it might have actually got me out of here! I should just leave anyway and become a travelling poet, now that I've gone and screwed up my whole existence. Why was I so stupid in the first place?

Entry four

My parents finally told me why they didn't like the fighting idea. I have to say, I really am mad at them.

"Zizi," they said in an annoyingly synchronized voice, "you really don't know that much about programming, do you?"

I wasn't speaking to them so I just sort of glared and carried on writing a brilliant poem that I tore up immediately after.

"You see, my child, when you were created we were going through quite a rough patch," they continued in the same toneless, grating voice.

"We decided that the only way we could deal with things was if we had a child with a more interesting view of existence. So we programmed you with planet domination tendencies and then left well alone to see where they went from there. We probably should have told you but we wanted to see if we could suppress them without destroying our wonderful daughter. Please forgive us. We know we should have told you about this earlier and you have every right to be mad at us. But please, Zizi, don't go down this stupid road that will only lead to destruction. Just do your poetry and leave matters of galactic importance to others."

I was mad. Of course I was absolutely furious! Androids have rights, after all, and that sort of thing is such a violation of every single amendment to every single bill of all time. I did what you might imagine and stormed out.

Why would they do that to me? I don't understand. It just doesn't make sense... I know that I have to leave. It might be a stupid idea but I can't stay here and know that they were lying all this time. I can't.

Ok. It wasn't happy memories but I can feel myself settling down now. Sleep well readers.

No hail the robocalypse today!

ZiziTheRobot