Right. It's just that, I'm a rob— I'm an automaton. Well, I mean, I'm half-automaton. You can't really tell, I'm good at passing as human. So I figured it was okay for me to say ro— to use that word. I didn't mean to cause offence.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh if you want to call yourself a robot that's fine. It's the connotations of the word robot that make me reject it when used on me.
I also had a slight gut feeling you might've been one.
Machines tend to meet machines around here.
And you said you tried to meet 'em.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell yeah.
I'm sort of... a mechanical organism made of an unstable metal alloy that can convert itself into pretty much any other chemical compound. Imitating organic life like this is easy for me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Well, normally for my species it's just trucks and cars and aircraft we can disguise ourselves as. But the first thing I touched when I was brought online was a human, so my body adjusted to handle that transformation instead.
It gives me more options, but it also means my body's not as sturdy as it should be. The metal is just too unstable for me to tank laser blasts like the bigger Autobots.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I had one.
Mining robot that I repaired on the Junkyard.
Digs, had an AI corruption. Inserted the word 'dig' into every sentence as if it was punctuation as common, if not more common than the full stop or comma.
Also his entire problem solving directory involved digging holes.
It'd be like- "Digs, I need some wires- but we don't seem to have any, what do you think we should do now?" and he'd just say that we needed to dig a hole before anything else.
Honestly he was kind of annoying and aggravating to be with.
He's gone now though, so I'm alone back home.
Long story short, I pissed off a major corporation, and they sent a kill team to the Junkyard.
Digs was the casualty, and I was too damaged to continue on in the same chassis. So I got a new one, and transferred myself.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postGuess so.
I mean, I've never really lost anyone. The risk is always there. We're fighting a war back home, and over here my friends are always in danger.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Al right, cool.
You know I'm Junk-bot now.
But if otherwise, you can probably call me Ian.
The why is another story I won't bore or retell due to not necessarily wanting to think about it.
Anyway-
I'm going to go out and look around the forest some more, so I'll see you around.
Taking a break.
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Anything but robot.
Automaton, machine, hell- android, though that isn't necessarily accurate.
Terminology gets vague sometimes.
But I don't recognize robot.
I am the one and only Junk-bot, and that is my name.
I choose it because I made myself, and I am not beholden to a master or a creator.
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