Mauk Tu strolled around the corridors of the space station as merrily as a robot could, enjoying not only the multitude of beep boops from his fellow computer companions, but also the friendly chatter of the other occupants made out of flesh and blood rather then metal and silicon, or his Mauk's case many more advanced polymers and other materials. Not that he clamed superiority, he was just blessed with parts that allowed him to better help those in need., be it man or machine. So far everything seemed to check out all right. No abnormal levels of stress evident on any of the people's faces. He's wasn't an official guard on the station, but he wanted to be there if something did go wrong. This area occasionally had some run-ins with less then savory individuals, so one had to always be diligent when out on patrol.

"Ohhh! Look at that cool robot!" A little earthling boy exclaimed in amazement, tapping on his flexible blue metal armor on his thigh. It made hollow clanking sounds, revealing that he wasn't solid matter, but was instead hollowed out inside with lots of wires, pistons, and other objects running through it. The boy oohed and awed as he examined his armor from every which way. His happiness made the AI deep inside Mauk feel happy as well. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason he was blessed with the gift of feeling emotions. He had them so he had to put them to good use one way or another.

"Western area is secure, sir!" He said, playing along like this kid was his commander. He saluted with his left hand, and with his right he had his arm bent upwards at the elbow to point his arm canon towards the ceiling at the "ready" position. The kid's face brightened up at this, his day officially made. The boy pointed eagerly down the hallway. "Go that way, Mr. Robot! The evil forces of the Zorg may strike at a moment's notice!"

"Yes sir!" Mauk replied, storming down the hallway, his sleek metal form and powerful machinery allowing him to cut through the air, which was being artificially pumped through the station, like a knife. He slowed back down to a steady pace once he turned the corner and got out of sight. He didn't want to accidentally run into someone at that speed, after all. Kids were always so interesting. He didn't know his true meaning in life, but he at least knew that kids should be protected. He continued hearing in his eastward direction to scan the rest of the ship for danger, and if nothing showed up then he'd leave for someone else.