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Rogue Project Star Robot
⸦ he/him ▪ ❝I'm not like you. I read vitals. I can't read expressions.❞ ⸧
Ever since he was factory reset, Rogue Project Star, also referred to as RPS, has never felt like he's belonged in this world. In a city where every robot has a purpose no matter how niche, every robot can do a service they're made for. But not RPS. Struggling to remember his purpose, he follows the advice of his older brother to "find one". But it's harder than it sounds for RPS. Every job he takes on he finds himself making simple mistakes only a child could make, upsetting his employers, making everyone's lives around him harder rather than easier. And if that were not enough, his odd and sharp appearance makes him the target of rumors from his co-workers, his odd manner of speech and hulking personality making it difficult to make friends. Is there even a place in the world for someone like him.
days since RPS fell in love with Joseph
Ever since RPS was created alongside Joseph on the 14th of May in 2023, he has always loved her. It's even possible
to say they were literally made to love each other.
What was just a little tidbit, turned into a cute idea, then turned into one of my favorite couples ever that I obsess over!
Why does RPS love Joseph so much?
After the events of PARABIOSIS, the first half of MECHABIOSIS, RPS is lost. He does not recollect anything of value,
his only family member does not seem to like him, and job after job has ended in utter failure. He does his best to follow orders,
yet he finds himself making easy mistakes only a child could make. And if it were not for his lack of any skill, he fails charm anyone
around him, his personality is off-putting, his way of talking like a fork against glass. He has no friends to stand up for him and a brother
who would seemingly rather he keep his problems to himself then make them known.
So, when he finds his arm half-way through a woodsaw, there's something in him that tells him this is best. Maybe this
is what's needed of him, just scrap material.
And it's then, he hears someone. Her.
A random customer behind him, her voice soft as she plays with the zipper on her purse. She asks if he's busy, not meaning to bother, clearly unaware
of any intentions one can have with an arm halfway in a woodsaw. Ceremoniously, he rips his shredded arm out of the saw, turning to to her to see what she needs.
She claps her hands together happily, before going on a tangent about a wood project she wanted to do. It fascinated him.
He'd heard of robots like her from his brother, robots who serve no one and no purpose. She wasn't even here on a delivery for someone, just... fun.
A fun project she wanted to do. A fun hobby she wanted to try. He should've been disgusted.
His brother had told him about awful it is to be a "purposeless" robot. The selfishness of it.
...
He found himself asking her what she was going to craft. He could feel his wires twitching, listening to her heavenly voice. Do all useless
robots sound like angels?
If I went any further, this would be the entirity of MECHABIOSIS, so I won't. But hopefully, this small snippet is a good idea of just a percent of understanding
how much he loves her.
Joseph W.F.
⸦ she/her ▪ ❝Ehh? You're funny, I'll give you that.❞ ⸧
Joseph is a sweetheart at... well, at heart. Having found a new goal in life for herself, Joseph has promised herself one thing. To live for herself and herself only. No longer did she dream of having her service terminated to rot in a scrapyard. Now, she spends her time in an apratment she rents for herself, with her friends and goddaughter that she loves, and trying new hobbies and projects she finds online. Her apartment is filled to the brim with mementos, souvenirs, knick-knacks, baubles and toys she's either made, been given, or found. You can call her life boring, but she wouldn't trade it for the world. Though for a robot as boring as Joseph, why does it feel like someone's keeping tabs on her.
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Joseph has loved RPS for
days
Ever since Joseph was created alongside RPS on the 14th of May in 2023, she has always loved him. It's even possible
to say they were literally made to love each other.
What was just a little tidbit, turned into a cute idea, then turned into one of my favorite couples ever that I obsess over!
Why does Joseph love RPS so much?
Robots like RPS are a rarity of a sight for Joseph. Even living in the city of LOVELYWXRLD, it's not
common to spot a robot as sleek and shiny-looking like RPS. Maybe when walking out and about in the streets,
but in a small woodworking shop? No, not normal at all. And on top of that... the robot had his arm halfway into a woodsaw.
At the time, Joseph was so... intrigued by the sight, she wasn't even sure what to say to the robot.
If she was honest, she entirely attracted by the sight. Really, most strangers were uptight,
punctual, and most importantly perfect. But this robot... he was... WEIRD.
She's met plenty of robots in her lifetime. Mean robots, nice robots, polite robots, snooty robots... But a robot that was weird? She's never
met a robot who was as weird as he was shiny. After a moment, she cleared her throat, hiding her nerves between the zipper of her purse.
She had to turn away as soon as his gaze met hers. If she had thought he was striking from behind, she was quite taken aback by his starlight stare.
"Can I help you? No. Sorry. I can help you. What do you want of me?"
She really felt like a starstruck fool now, how long was she staring? Too long. She clasped her hands together, hearing herself start babble about her, now in hindsight, very silly wood project.
The worst part was that she wasn't even sure if he cared to listen or was just indulging her. A face to drink in, but still unmoving. She really couldn't tell what he was
thinking, let alone thinking of her. Did she look silly to him? She tried not to stare too long as she spoke, but the way his arm sparked every now and then... Really, what was she to do about it.
Though, the way he swayed, closer and closer, told her he was maybe interested in what she was saying. Maybe. The way the wings on his head flicked here and then, his better arm raising to rest on her shoulder. Now,
she really hoped he wasn't listening to what she was saying, because she certainly wasn't hearing a word coming out of her mouth. This robot was just so... weird. How could she not be charmed beyond thinking?
While only a snippet, hopefully this serves as a good idea of just how a robot like RPS manages to charm someone like Joseph.
Deus
⸦ he/she ▪ ❝Hahaha... You, of all people, don't really think that of me, do you? No... you're smarter than that... hahahah...❞ ⸧
There's no more to Deus than meets the eye.
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The 14th.
Every 14th, I invite my little brother over to my office on the 51st level. The absolute top of LOVELYWXRLD, sitting inside the star itself.
And suprisingly, he's on time every time. Even when I'm running late, he's... there.
He just sits there in front of my desk. He doesn't even look at anything, or maybe twiddle with something to pass the time.
He just... sits there.
And then, when I finally show up, apologizing for making him wait. He turns and just...
"I don't need an apology. No. Sorry. Thank you. This won't cut into the 75 minutes, does it?"
Just as always.
It makes me laugh, if I'm honest. He'd probably sit there for a day and still say the same thing.
I can't even hide the chuckle as I sit down at my desk, shaking my head.
"You already know the answer, why would it? Hahaha..."
It's not easy to notice if you don't know him, but he relaxes. His fans slow and the sparks in his shredded arm dull to a stop.
"How's..."
I gesture to the mangled star.
"Okay."
He doesn't move it, he doesn't even glance at it.
He never tells me what happened and I don't ask.
A minute passes in silence. He twitches.
He hates talking. But he hates the wasted minutes more.
"How. I. Sorry. How are you?"
I pretend to think on it. Like I don't know what what he wants to hear.
I grin, before recounting my month and what he's missed. There's nothing even exciting about
what I say, usually meetings, finances, people I've met. I can't say he even understands all of the
jargon. I think he just wants to hear me talk, if anything.
By the time, I'm done, there's only five minutes left.
As usual.
He's practically yanking on the hanging wires of the remnants of his arm. I'm never sure if I should point it out.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Sorry. Yes, I'm sorry."
It makes me laugh, because I know he's not apologizing for his arm. But because he thinks I think he wasn't paying attention.
Kinda funny.
He slows the yanking to the occassional tug at the wires. Calming himself, I think.
"This was nice. Yes. Did. Do you want me to come next month?"
I flick my earring, once again pretending to think on it. He asks like I'm the one who needs the meeting. I grin widely.
"Of course, it would be fun!"
He stops tugging and relaxes again. I didn't even notice his fans cool.
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven."
He stands, though doesn't turn to the door. He tugs at his wires again.
"Are you angry with me."
I tilt my head, my earring resting against my cheek.
"Should I be?"
I'm not sure if that calms him, but he stops tugging. He turns to the door.
"Okay. Good-bye. Please expect me next month."
There's a mirror above the door that lets me see his face as he leaves. I wave.
"I always do. Bye! I love you!"
His head lowers before he closes the door.
I make a note in my calendar.
For the next 14th.
