Circuit 107
So I have two dads. Both geniuses, y'know, even though Doc's kinda the crackpot variety. Him and Doc Light, they got together and decided they wanted to build the world's first-ever robots. To help mankind and all that jazz. I dunno if I really believe that one, though, 'cause it's kinda hard to imagine a guy like Doc really caring about the future of mankind. Y'know, unless the "mankind" we're talking about is him. Now there's a future he cares about.
But yeah, Doc Light. Picture Santy-Claus in a labcoat, and that's him, all jolly and brilliant and stuff. I gotta say, though, for being a genius roboticist, the guy's kind of a dope. I mean, who'd ever hire Doc, anyway? Hey, you invite a guy named "Wily" into your lab and start sharing all your life's work with him, you're just asking for trouble.
So then along comes me. The number-one son. First robot in existence. If you ask me, they should've just broke the mold with me and called it a day. I mean, what, you're gonna do better than me? Please. So what if there was one teensy little problem with the guidance system that was probably totally Doc's fault? C'mon, they're geniuses. You fix it up and move on, right?
Nah, not if you're Doc. I mean, why own up to your own blunder when you can blow up at your research partner, call the whole thing some kind of evil plan of sabotage so he could take all the credit for your work, and then kidnap the first 'bot you ever built and run away so you can be a mad scientist and take over the world with an army of evil robots, just to prove him wrong. Or something.
Hey, it's Doc Logic. Sometimes, you just don't ask.
'Course, then there's Doc Light, who pretty much couldn't have cared less that I just got kidnapped by his crazy crackpot ex-partner. Nah, he just went and built himself a new 'bot, all by himself. Pretty cool, right? The guy's the Father of Robotics for a reason, y'know.
So yeah, that's my little bro. The Mega Dweeb. 'Cept he wasn't the blue bomber back then. It was just dweeby little Rock, and his dopey sister Roll. Cute, huh? Rock and Roll. Maybe it's not so bad that I didn't stick around, after all. I mean, who knows what kind of stupid name Doc Light would've saddled me with. Probably something lame like "Disco".
But yeah, how's that for a family? One dad who's crazy, one who decided he'd just build himself some new kids rather than worrying about the one who got 'bot-napped, a dweeby little superfighting bro, and a lame-o housekeeper sis. And a dumb mutt named Rush. And don't even get me started on all the futuristic cousins and littlest brothers and parallel-universe relations, either, 'cause I got a million of those and we'll be here forever if I do. But they're all dweebs, too, every last one of 'em. I'm the only sane one of the whole bunch.
Kinda makes me miss taking over the world, though. Sure, Doc's crazy plans never worked, but at least every once in a while they were fun.
[OOC: WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN. Proto's been hit with Roots Day, so he's actually in the mood to be chatty about his home life. Mega will, of course, be his favorite subject, but he'll talk about pretty much any of them if you get him started.]
But yeah, Doc Light. Picture Santy-Claus in a labcoat, and that's him, all jolly and brilliant and stuff. I gotta say, though, for being a genius roboticist, the guy's kind of a dope. I mean, who'd ever hire Doc, anyway? Hey, you invite a guy named "Wily" into your lab and start sharing all your life's work with him, you're just asking for trouble.
So then along comes me. The number-one son. First robot in existence. If you ask me, they should've just broke the mold with me and called it a day. I mean, what, you're gonna do better than me? Please. So what if there was one teensy little problem with the guidance system that was probably totally Doc's fault? C'mon, they're geniuses. You fix it up and move on, right?
Nah, not if you're Doc. I mean, why own up to your own blunder when you can blow up at your research partner, call the whole thing some kind of evil plan of sabotage so he could take all the credit for your work, and then kidnap the first 'bot you ever built and run away so you can be a mad scientist and take over the world with an army of evil robots, just to prove him wrong. Or something.
Hey, it's Doc Logic. Sometimes, you just don't ask.
'Course, then there's Doc Light, who pretty much couldn't have cared less that I just got kidnapped by his crazy crackpot ex-partner. Nah, he just went and built himself a new 'bot, all by himself. Pretty cool, right? The guy's the Father of Robotics for a reason, y'know.
So yeah, that's my little bro. The Mega Dweeb. 'Cept he wasn't the blue bomber back then. It was just dweeby little Rock, and his dopey sister Roll. Cute, huh? Rock and Roll. Maybe it's not so bad that I didn't stick around, after all. I mean, who knows what kind of stupid name Doc Light would've saddled me with. Probably something lame like "Disco".
But yeah, how's that for a family? One dad who's crazy, one who decided he'd just build himself some new kids rather than worrying about the one who got 'bot-napped, a dweeby little superfighting bro, and a lame-o housekeeper sis. And a dumb mutt named Rush. And don't even get me started on all the futuristic cousins and littlest brothers and parallel-universe relations, either, 'cause I got a million of those and we'll be here forever if I do. But they're all dweebs, too, every last one of 'em. I'm the only sane one of the whole bunch.
Kinda makes me miss taking over the world, though. Sure, Doc's crazy plans never worked, but at least every once in a while they were fun.
[OOC: WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN. Proto's been hit with Roots Day, so he's actually in the mood to be chatty about his home life. Mega will, of course, be his favorite subject, but he'll talk about pretty much any of them if you get him started.]