The Fall of a man, The Rise of a Robot (REMASTERED)

Chapter 7. Built with a purpose.

Norman eventually woke up. He quickly looked around, it was dark...dimly lit. It only contained a small table and him. The air smelled very....mechianical. Like motor oil and exhaust fumes. He tried to move, but found he couldn't. He was tied down...with chains? A radio nearby played a tune that made the situation more offsetting: "-see the shows at delmonico's and we'll close the town in a whirl. And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl!" Norman shuddered. His favorite song, any other day he would've jammed out to it, but in this situation? No.

He desperately tried to escape but he failed. The chains were too strong. Then again, Norman wasn't the strongest person. In fact he could barely lift 100 pounds. So, it makes sence of why he couldn't get free. His head immediatly looked up. The man from before, Mr. Nightmare came in. His polished black dress shoes clicked against the floor as he approached Norman. He stared at Norman with just cold eyes. No emotion. Nothing. He stared at Norman for abit before he began talking. "So, Mr. Droid.  It seems as if you've been chosen for the newest project for ADHOC." Norman must've looked abit confused because the man explained further. "We need new robots, but not just any ol' bots. Bot's with...talent. With a consciousness. And we tried aa certain....experiment on so many others, but they all failed. But now, with you. We may have a shot. You may notice, we're in some sort of....cold war, with that, other company. QUALIA. For years they have beaten us in every little race for new robots. ADHOC, is on it's last legs." He looked like he'd been wanting to get this rant out of his system, to just let it all out. "If QUALIA beats us this time, ADHOC is finished. This company that my family started so long ago.....All the way back in 1932. It's been 83 years and we've only produced 3 products that have actually been worth a damn! Those damn eggheads over at QUALIA have been around for only 76 years! Yet they beat us all the fucking time!" He picked up a nearby rusty crowbar, Norman prepared to get hit by it but the man just started hitting a the nearby table over and over. When he'd gotten some of his anger out, he turned back to Norman and smiled. "But, this time we have a product we know people'll love. And guess what. You're gonna be it."

He motioned for some men behind Norman to take him somewhere. Norman was scared, and confused, what could he have been talking about? What did he mean by "You're going to be it"? They unchained him then dragged him to another room where he was strapped to an operation table. When he looked to the table next to him, he saw an odd robot. The scientists were working on....dismantling it? Mr. Nightmare entered the room and stood next to Norman. "You may not know it now, but, if this works, you'll be happy we did this to you." He then grinned "If you even remember who you were." He turned then walked away. After he exited the room the procedure began. Norman quickly found out that: A. They were gonna put him INTO that strange robot, no...wait...was that a scalpel? And why were they drawing lines on his forehead- oh. He figured out what they were doing and....They weren't gonna sedate him. The last thing that Norman Droid ever felt was pain as robotic parts were drilled into him.  

5 hours later....

Mr. Nightmare watched a movie while the procedure was done, he entered when it was over. He insisted on being there when it woke up. He looked down at the lab floor, the new bot looked amazing, everything had gone according to plan. He nodded to the head scientist who pressed a button, activating the robot. The robot's screen flickered on, it was light blue with a white face. They realized that the bot didn't have moving expressions, but he could make faces. The bot gave a huge smile and cheerfully said:

"Hello world! I'm Fandroid. The muuuusicalll robot!"