Post by Robbie Valiant, P.I. on Oct 23, 2008 18:23:25 GMT -5
Summary- When XR gets fed up with the dating game, he decides to take things into his own hands, and make his own girl. However, something goes wrong....
BLoSC: A Feminine Touch.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, save my OC.
XR sighed. Another failed attempt. He marked his chart. That was girl #478 he tried to get with, and #4 that had actually taken him seriously. He threw the pad away in disgust.
“I hate the dating game!” he says, to nobody in particular, “I'll never find the right girl.”
At that moment, an idea hit him.
“Wait... why do I need to FIND the right girl... when I can make her?” he pondered.
He, a robot, was just the sum of his parts. Why couldn't he sum up parts to make the fembot of his dreams?
First thing, he looked at how much he'd cost Star Command. $500,000 unibucks. Ouch. No way he could have that much without at least 5 years saving money... But then again, he had many accoutrements a simple fembot would not need...
He pulled out a copy of his blueprints. He put a small sheet of tracing paper over them, and began improvising with a pen.
A little “hair”... triangular “high-heel” treads... slightly taller torso to accommodate the feminine form... And some modifications to the head... Remove most of the combat features... and presto! Cheap and easy to build fembot!
“Rangers to bridge, we are approaching Tradeworld for routine tip-off reception, landing in T minus 3 minutes,” came Buzz's voice over the intercom.
XR stowed the designs under his bed, and reported to the bridge.
What a stroke of luck, he thought, I can use some of my shore leave time and get parts there.
Later...
“What's all those parts for?” Booster asked him.
“Uh, nothing. Just... keeping thought keeping some spares would come in handy,” he improvised, taking the parts to his quarters. He referenced his blueprints.
“Well, I guess I should do the body before the coding,” he mused, and started working. However, he ran into a problem when he reached the bodywork.
THUD!
The work in progress fell straight forward.
“Craters,” he said. He lifted it up.
THUD!
It fell again.
“Okay, topheavy... Going to need a creative solution for that problem...” he said to himself, “perhaps a third leg...”
Suddenly, inspiration struck him.
“A long dress that hits the ground!”
He sketched it out. He looked at the amount of sheet metal he'd saved for cosmetic accoutrements, and realized he'd actually had enough.
He continued, without a hitch. A knock came at the door.
“Hey, XR, what're you doing in there?” Booster's voice came in through the door.
“Uh, just... a project,” he responded.
“Sounds like a big one. Can I see?” Booster asked.
The little robot wheeled to the door and cracked it open.
“Can you keep a secret?” he said in a low voice.
“I guess,” Booster responded. XR let him in.
“What's that?” Booster asked, looking at the half-finished robot.
“That, my friend, is XF,” XR explained, “the answer to my love life. My made-to-order girl, based off my own blueprints.”
“Oooh, neat,” Booster commented, “but don't you need to file creation orders with the Bureau of Robots to make a robot?”
“No, that pertains only to offspring,” XR replies, “XF isn't my offspring. That'd just be...”
He shuddered.
“Anyways, I want to keep her a secret until she's done,” he continued.
“Mind if I watch?” Booster asked.
“Fine by me,” XR replied.
XR picked up the template head he'd picked out, and began the cosmetic work. That and the programming was all that was left. He picked up his spray can of gold Spectrum Robot Paint. He sprayed a light coat. He picked up the metallic pink, and detailed the cheeks, and finally gave her hot rod red “lipstick” around the mouth.
“Now, all that's left is to make her a personality,” he said, and plugged the Central Program Unit into his terminal. He began programming all the traits he'd want in a woman.
Adoration of me, of course- a high tolerance for objectification- low aptitude to jealousy, so I can still flirt- flirtiness of her own is a must- and of course, who doesn't love how cute a ditz can be?
He continued along this line of thought as he programmed her, down to her main function. He wrote it to the CPU, finalizing the code.
However, he made one fatal typo in the process, reversing a 1 and a 0's order in her code, a trivial error, but one with sweeping consequences.
He slid the CPU into the head, which he then put on the completed body. He activated her.
“Hi, Daddy!” she said, in a cute, perky voice.
XR's eyelid twitched. He looked at her, near uncomprehendingly.
"Daddy?"
He fell over.
BLoSC: A Feminine Touch.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, save my OC.
XR sighed. Another failed attempt. He marked his chart. That was girl #478 he tried to get with, and #4 that had actually taken him seriously. He threw the pad away in disgust.
“I hate the dating game!” he says, to nobody in particular, “I'll never find the right girl.”
At that moment, an idea hit him.
“Wait... why do I need to FIND the right girl... when I can make her?” he pondered.
He, a robot, was just the sum of his parts. Why couldn't he sum up parts to make the fembot of his dreams?
First thing, he looked at how much he'd cost Star Command. $500,000 unibucks. Ouch. No way he could have that much without at least 5 years saving money... But then again, he had many accoutrements a simple fembot would not need...
He pulled out a copy of his blueprints. He put a small sheet of tracing paper over them, and began improvising with a pen.
A little “hair”... triangular “high-heel” treads... slightly taller torso to accommodate the feminine form... And some modifications to the head... Remove most of the combat features... and presto! Cheap and easy to build fembot!
“Rangers to bridge, we are approaching Tradeworld for routine tip-off reception, landing in T minus 3 minutes,” came Buzz's voice over the intercom.
XR stowed the designs under his bed, and reported to the bridge.
What a stroke of luck, he thought, I can use some of my shore leave time and get parts there.
Later...
“What's all those parts for?” Booster asked him.
“Uh, nothing. Just... keeping thought keeping some spares would come in handy,” he improvised, taking the parts to his quarters. He referenced his blueprints.
“Well, I guess I should do the body before the coding,” he mused, and started working. However, he ran into a problem when he reached the bodywork.
THUD!
The work in progress fell straight forward.
“Craters,” he said. He lifted it up.
THUD!
It fell again.
“Okay, topheavy... Going to need a creative solution for that problem...” he said to himself, “perhaps a third leg...”
Suddenly, inspiration struck him.
“A long dress that hits the ground!”
He sketched it out. He looked at the amount of sheet metal he'd saved for cosmetic accoutrements, and realized he'd actually had enough.
He continued, without a hitch. A knock came at the door.
“Hey, XR, what're you doing in there?” Booster's voice came in through the door.
“Uh, just... a project,” he responded.
“Sounds like a big one. Can I see?” Booster asked.
The little robot wheeled to the door and cracked it open.
“Can you keep a secret?” he said in a low voice.
“I guess,” Booster responded. XR let him in.
“What's that?” Booster asked, looking at the half-finished robot.
“That, my friend, is XF,” XR explained, “the answer to my love life. My made-to-order girl, based off my own blueprints.”
“Oooh, neat,” Booster commented, “but don't you need to file creation orders with the Bureau of Robots to make a robot?”
“No, that pertains only to offspring,” XR replies, “XF isn't my offspring. That'd just be...”
He shuddered.
“Anyways, I want to keep her a secret until she's done,” he continued.
“Mind if I watch?” Booster asked.
“Fine by me,” XR replied.
XR picked up the template head he'd picked out, and began the cosmetic work. That and the programming was all that was left. He picked up his spray can of gold Spectrum Robot Paint. He sprayed a light coat. He picked up the metallic pink, and detailed the cheeks, and finally gave her hot rod red “lipstick” around the mouth.
“Now, all that's left is to make her a personality,” he said, and plugged the Central Program Unit into his terminal. He began programming all the traits he'd want in a woman.
Adoration of me, of course- a high tolerance for objectification- low aptitude to jealousy, so I can still flirt- flirtiness of her own is a must- and of course, who doesn't love how cute a ditz can be?
He continued along this line of thought as he programmed her, down to her main function. He wrote it to the CPU, finalizing the code.
However, he made one fatal typo in the process, reversing a 1 and a 0's order in her code, a trivial error, but one with sweeping consequences.
He slid the CPU into the head, which he then put on the completed body. He activated her.
“Hi, Daddy!” she said, in a cute, perky voice.
XR's eyelid twitched. He looked at her, near uncomprehendingly.
"Daddy?"
He fell over.
