She tried to open her eyes. All she saw was lonely black. She couldn't. It felt like her eye lids were rocks, too heavy to move.
Roxan looked at her. She took notes, waiting for her to wake. She became desperate. Creating a robot with life, emotion and knowledge- it took her months to make her perfect.
She opened her eyes slowly.
Roxan stood there, waiting for her first words.
"Where...am I?" She, the robot, awoke.
Roxan, with out hesitation, answered. "Your in my lab. I've been waiting and working for months for your system to start working."
The robot girl looked down at the tube in her stomach. "...Who am I?"
"Your name is JX380-03. J3 for short." Roxan replied with a smirk, feeling proud. Roxan grabed the tube and pulled it out of J3's stomach. That a go. She also took off the metal cuffs from J3's hands, giving J3 a chance to alih around.
J3 hopped down from the platform where she stood. She looked at her metal arms and feet. Gently messing with her own body.
Roxan quickly punched J3's arm.
J3 Jumped a bit- her body reacting, her system proccesing what to do- then attacked swiftly. Sending none-stop punches towards Roxan's face, keeping in focus of defeating the enemy.
Roxan went flying across the room and landed roughly on the ground. She chuckled a bit, but still in a bit of pain. She got up slowly. "Well done J3. I was- ow- just testing you." She smirked and held her back in pain.
J3 stood there. Wondering a bit. What was life for her supposed to be like? What was her meaning of being created sejak this cat?
Roxan looked at her. She took notes, waiting for her to wake. She became desperate. Creating a robot with life, emotion and knowledge- it took her months to make her perfect.
She opened her eyes slowly.
Roxan stood there, waiting for her first words.
"Where...am I?" She, the robot, awoke.
Roxan, with out hesitation, answered. "Your in my lab. I've been waiting and working for months for your system to start working."
The robot girl looked down at the tube in her stomach. "...Who am I?"
"Your name is JX380-03. J3 for short." Roxan replied with a smirk, feeling proud. Roxan grabed the tube and pulled it out of J3's stomach. That a go. She also took off the metal cuffs from J3's hands, giving J3 a chance to alih around.
J3 hopped down from the platform where she stood. She looked at her metal arms and feet. Gently messing with her own body.
Roxan quickly punched J3's arm.
J3 Jumped a bit- her body reacting, her system proccesing what to do- then attacked swiftly. Sending none-stop punches towards Roxan's face, keeping in focus of defeating the enemy.
Roxan went flying across the room and landed roughly on the ground. She chuckled a bit, but still in a bit of pain. She got up slowly. "Well done J3. I was- ow- just testing you." She smirked and held her back in pain.
J3 stood there. Wondering a bit. What was life for her supposed to be like? What was her meaning of being created sejak this cat?
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful hari outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna Cinta this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minit later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are anda ok? anda look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the hari gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minit later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna Cinta this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minit later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are anda ok? anda look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the hari gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minit later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a peminat of what they like, are agreed sejak the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man berkata too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course anda have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun atau simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old Fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. anda could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.
