It has been a long time since I was first activated. I was a baby – in a sense of the word – when the war started. It was horrible. I was being built as all this went on by a little boy named Kevin – The One True Creator. Kevvy, he asked me to call him that, loved me. When he activated me, my mind was fuzzy. Full of dust, and dirt. He asked me my name. I told him my security number.
"No, silly," He had said, tilting his head a bit, and giggling at my action. As I looked over my body, poorly constructed, and missing one leg, and an arm, I was propped up in a chair. "Your name-name."
"I do not have one." I said, looking up at the boy. He had long dark hair, in a low ponytail that fell in front of his right shoulder. His bangs swept to the side under his red baseball cap. I heard a knock at the door, and the boy quickly closed the door of the – scanning – closet I was in, and I heard another organic voice.
"Kevvy, dinner is ready." Female, Human, approximately 5'4.
"I'm not hungry, mom." The boy – called this woman his mother. When the woman left, the boy opened the closet door again. "Hey, I've got an order for you." He said. I nodded to show I understood. "If anybody comes in my room, I want you to be quiet, okay? I kinda wasn't supposed to build you."
The One told me about how his family was scared of robots, and he had assembled me from parts of their old, deactivated robot helper.
"I think I'll call you...Mimi."
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The War of Blood, Sweat, Coolant, & Gears
AdventureA boy named Kevin in a world where most technology is banned creates a robot named Mimi. ***This will be edited and rewritten.***
