Censor 4417

A "robot" from scraps in a local junkyard. Stuck in a bootloop that limits its technological capabilities making it only a wanderer. It is what it is...

think of someone with no plans whatsoever, one that only goes through the flow. It only acts whether it feels pleasant or not. His normalcy, however, is vastly different. it could be a quitter, someone that easily gives up or resign over the simplest of things. it barely has the willpower to push more than it does. if there is no need, then it wont do it.

Biography

Heaps of Metal

It was once two seperate entities. A greenish sickly stray furry creature and a television miraculously resting atop a hill of metal with its circuits in one piece. Both reside in the same place: the junkyard.

In a short series of events, a man merges the two into one. His intentions unclear to the whimpering furry creature below him, whether out of pity or to befriend. It will never get its answer for a car got to him first before it.

Wobbly Feet on Concrete

A new life dawns upon the new hybrid, but it is unwillingly to take it. This was not its own choice, yet here it is on its four paws. A incomplete project walking on the rubbish where rot fills the air with its sickening scent. It doesn't mind for it is no decent human or anthromorphized animal with a social life—it is simply something walking on concrete. "Whatever," it will say if it could talk. It finds its bed on the pile of garbage bags again. Occasionally switching sites every time someone points and screams at its hideous form.

Piece of Shit

Its status as a wanderer or nomad—but in no packs of three—has coincidentally place him in situations he wishes to avoid. Meeting the concept of reality and another robot bothering him every Sunday with a lecture about freedom. This on its own is its freedom in a way of lazing owl starving itself. Poor Censor who awaits for death only to receive a couple more years to live just because of a single man. However it may go or whatever it may be, it simply goes to the flow anyway for it has no plans.

Notes

• it finds comfort in the scent of rotting meat.
• though it is conflicted whether it is pleasant or unpleasant, it's just something it knows it has to get used to it.
• may invite maggots but will not invite anything in its vents of its television head.
• literally dgaf
• screen stuck on throbber, cannot display any other images.
• stinky fella.

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