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[color=chartreuse]#AI 03 02 "Sing a song to yourself, it ought to make you feel better.
Meanwhile check out those trash heaps around you, you might find useful data."

#AI 03 05 "I second singing a bit; always helps me!

Then check out that Ruin. Maybe there's loot! Why a robot on a strange moon would need loot, I don't know, but I'm the kleptomaniac part of you, so hey!"[/color]


You decide that singing would perhaps be the best way to cope with your problems, after all if it got many humanoids famous then it can't possibly be that obstructive. You browse the audio files within your data banks but find that every theme, song or random slice of gibberish that could be considered at least a progressive, new way of music has been copy righted and apparently robots are not allowed to sing said material. 

You briefly wonder how much of your computing power must be pushed into the task of constantly updating your list of learned materials legalize restrictions before simply resigning that you will never be able to sing the classical number: Alien Anus Adventure by the Big Toe Crew



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You feel dejected, and by feel dejected I mean your processor momentarily makes you simulate an emotion that could be consider dejection for a robot with no sense of touch or nervous system outside of basic pressure sensors located in his limb systems. You finally decide that being barred the creativity of others you attempt some of your own. 


You initiate a brazen dancer under the moon with flailing arms and legs in every direction that you can possibly bend them. Flinging yourself about in the glisten of the celestial light, acting like an Indian who suddenly had a panic attack on shrooms as he attempts a rain dance in shock. Since you can't play music from your voice box you force your wonky word processor to screech out sounds like metal having a sinful relationship with chalk on the bed of a board. 


[color=red]"Oooooh....."[/color]


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By the 500 star nation, your song appears to have attracted a person...you think. It could be a person, could be anything. It could be an alien, human like robot. A puppet with tomato sauce next to it. Your human recognition software is scrambled, this is supposedly a intentional fault in your program since humans didn't like robots being able to "read them" 

Of course. Thanks to that [s][u]moronic![/u][/s] [color=chartreuse]ERROR: NEGATIVE THOUGHT PROCESS TO MANUFACTURER DETECTED. ENACTING PRIME RULE 6:[/color] Absolutely fantastic design philosophy and customer concern that your artisans from Marvelous Man Mechanicals (dot) ltd you can't properly assess, normally. What this...or who...it is.


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