| >Yo! Welcome to my first Digitale fanfic! Digitale is a series of fanfics stating: What would happen if Heero really wasn't human? What if he machine instead of man? Inspired by 'Coppelia' (the story where a man falls in love with his own creation) and the remix of the song 'Tom's Diner', I decided to write a nice Paralell Universe-type fanfic! >Plays around with control< Here Boyfriend Robot! Here Baby! C'mon.... that's right! Come to mama! (Studly Robot Guy walks in and hugs Roxanne). Robots rule. Anyway, this is pretty much a romance/ drama. Oh yeah, last night I watched 'A.I.: Artificial Intelligence', and I don't care what people say. I liked that movie! It was >sniff< so sad.... and it inspired me to write this fic!!!! Sure, mine's kinda overdone, but, WHO CARES?! If you hate it, my Boyfriend Robot will kill you! VUAH-HA-HA-HAAAAA-H---- (Boyfriend Robot hits Roxanne on head, knocking her out cold)!!!! Boyfriend Robot: Annoying Target Illiminated. Mission Completed!< ===================================== A thousand other boys Could never reach you And out of those I've been the one I saw the world spin beneath you And scatter like kites on a spool Where was your world Yeah Comin down The world's turned over And angels fall without you there Touch your hand you as you get Colder Are you someone's prayer -Black Baloon by The Goo Goo Dolls ===================================== DIGITALE: Man vs. Machine: 01'S INTRODUCTION I don't remeber who made me.... but I must have been used for some- thing. The earliest memory I have is layig on a steel table. Someone was looking over me.... he was an old man. Long grey hair, tiny glasses, and a robotic hand. He was saying something.... but not to me. I don't even think he knew I was watching him. I don't remeber much of anything else.... I think something must have been done to me so I would forget my early memories, though somehow I manage to still recall some of them.... bits of pictures and conversations.... all stored in my system. I look at my reflection in the glass splinters of an empty beer bottle. What I see looking back at me in the pieces of glass frightens, yet intrigues me. A boy.... one with intense blue eyes, pouty lips, pale skin.... and hair that seems always in disarray. I wonder why someone would give me such a beautiful phsique. Robots are mere tools.... tools do not require beauty. Or was I meant to be more than a tool? In this world, robots outnumber humans by a great percentage. Almost every job is done by robots. Humans have no work, and the economy is in a great depression. There is no more middle class, and the rich have blocked all access to knowlage, and inly saved the privalige of learning for themselves. The poor class is undeducated, so they can't rebel. The upper class fights for power within istelf.... power over the people. Everyone wants to be the king. Although the poor people are undeducated, a few have rebelled against robots. Some people even claim robots to be human, and that they're being used as slaves. The year is A.C. 195.... and human kind seems doomed. |
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