"You two really like calling me a meat bag, huh?" You inquired out of the blue.
"That's what you are to us; just a bag of meat," the taller of your boyfriends snarled lightly back. His red and silver chassis glistened in the evening sun, and the white skull seemed to glow. You stuck your tongue out at him in response.
"Watch it, baby, your attitude's gonna get you in trouble one of these days," your other boyfriend snickered with a cigar between his fingers. His silver visor was half lidded to mimic seductive eyes. It was fucking working, the bastard.
You, _____, had been cryogenically frozen just like one of your friends, Philip J. Fry, and had woken up to the year 3021. You actually met Fry when you escaped from the tube-like pod. He had found you wandering through a shady alleyway Fry usually took to get home, and had asked if you were lost.
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"Uhh, actually. If I say this out loud you might think I'm a lunatic and bring me to an asylum or something," you sheepishly said.
"Nonsense! It's the thirty-first century, almost nothing is considered crazy nowadays." You didn't want to know what the 'almost nothing' meant in that statement. You took a deep breath, preparing for the worst.
"Okay, so. I was a biochemist back in the year 2021. One of the crazier scientists above me wanted to do some field research about cryogenics and how time itself could somehow be stopped with the help of a special chamber our company developed a decade before. It was supposed to be a minor test, with a couple lab rats; not on me. Next thing I knew, I was shoved forcibly into one of the human sized pods and was locked in. One thousand years into the present, and here we are, I guess. I told you it was insane."
What you didn't expect from the ginger was the question that popped out of his mouth. "Was your company's HQ in the building a few blocks back there? The brick one?"
You looked at him both quizzically and incredulously. "Uh, yeah? How did-"
"DUDE! I was also frozen there! That's insane!" He then started vibrating in excitement, which you didn't know why. Maybe because he was probably the only person before you to get cryogenically frozen and now wasn't alone? A possibility.
A thought then came to your mind. "Ohhh, is that why they had a specific cryo-chamber locked away in a room no one could access? Because you were in it?"
"Yeah! That's me!"
Wow. That was a lot to take in all at once.
"Huh." You said dumbly.
The ginger then introduced himself. "Philip J. Fry, but my friends just call me Fry. To make my name sound cooler, like in the movies, hah."
"Nice to meet you, Fry, the name's _____. Leave out the 'Dr.' please, it's kinda embarrassing."
The two of you became friends quite well. Fry insisted you move into his apartment with his best friend since you had nowhere to go and stay. No job either. You could probably ask your company if they could let you in again, but that was highly doubtful since all the coworkers you knew already passed away. You didn't even know if your files survived. You might as well not even try.
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Edgy Robot Boyfriends
RomanceReader was frozen and time travelled to the 3000s where she met Bender early on in her adventure, and later Revenant.