Part 1

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"RAAAARRRRRR!" I yawned. Ok maybe I didn't actually yawn like that. I forced myself out of bed. My nice comfortable bed made out gears. I trotted slowly down the stairs of my house, into my kitchen. I checked the fridge, and of course, there was no good food there. I vaguely tried to remember if I kept any decent food around the house. Hey wait, I thought, There should still be a box of "Robotic's Nutz and Boltz"! I checked the food cupboard, and sure enough, there was the colourful box. I poured a carton of motor oil over it and started eating. I wolfed it down, staring at an empty bowl within seconds. I left the bowl on the kitchen bench and headed toward the bathroom. Why? To check my beautiful reflection of course. I approached the mirror and screamed.

"WHERE IS IT!?!" I screamed, "Did I leave it at Whitfords? Did it fall off? Did someone take it?" I ran through all the possibilities I could think of. Worry tugged on my insides. I would have cried, had I been able to, because in my reflection, where my face was, there was no face. Wait what? Sorry I'll try again. Where my face should have been, my face wasn't there. Wait no, that doesn't make sense either. On the frontal region of my head... UGH I give up! I lost my face, okay? Gone! Face go bye-bye! It was broken off. Coloured cables hanging from my used-to-be face. And what do you do when you lose something? You blame someone else. Was it K-Yak546? I wondered. Yes! It must have been him! With this thought in mind I stormed out of my house, into the barren, but surprisingly well maintained city known as New Perth.

"You are now leaving the residence of E-Nac343," said my house. I shuddered as I heard my name. Nowadays, it was customary to have talking houses. I've always been creeped out by them. I looked around, at the city of New Perth. The buildings were blindingly bright, reflecting the Sun's light all too well. Did I mention I'm a robot? I should probably have mentioned that earlier. New Perth had a population of about 7. I trudged over to Whitfords Shopping Centre. It took ages, but I finally found him. I stomped over to the miserable little robot. I had a few words to say to him.

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