Once upon a time there was a lonely robot who sat inside an empty castle and fiddled with his fingers all day long, just thinking. One day he decided he'd had enough of it so he went into town to find other robots to share his thought patterns with. The town was filled with a modest amount of human beings that all ignored him, though.
The town was also bright and sunny, he had to shade his robot eyes, "Turn down the sun!" he grumbled.
That's when he happened to stumble upon a reddish robot lying in the shade of a building covered in dust, it was wearing sunglasses and appeared to be shut off. The lonely robot sighed and stole the glasses, what? The lonely robot figured the inactive bot wasn't using them.
The lonely robot was about to continue walking when he felt something new. Which is strange for robots who aren't supposed to feel emotions. It was a weight on the metallic hydraulics around his CPU. The lonely robot turned around, bent down and grabbed the dusty robot by its ankle-joint then proceeded to drag it behind him as he walked feeling much better. Sometimes grease got stuck in the cogs, perhaps he could harvest some new parts from the dead bot, he thought.
The lonely robot seemed to drag for eternity through towns that were full of humans. Eventually the now dented dead robot was put in a wheel-barrow so the lonely robot could haul him more efficiently without damaging the innerworkings he might need. The lonely robot didn't know what he was looking for besides a soldering iron to hack into the trunk of the bucket of bolts he took everywhere with him. But these humans avoided handing over tools to a sentient machine like the lonely robot who had the potential to overthrow them.
"We wouldn't want to destablish tradition, humans have ruled the world before the likes of you came along."
So, the lonely robot walked and walked and walked then on the side of a dirt road he shut down with his hands still clamped to the wheelbarrow.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"
"You just said to read him his rights."
"That was RHETORICAL, we're taking the parts we need---"
The lonely robot's hand clamped around somehting metallic and broke it.
"YAAAaaaghhhhiiiiii", he heard a sound die out.
"Thank god," one robot spoke. The lonely robot knew this because his image processors had started working. "MunkySpanker was getting annoying," the robot he saw speaking related. It was purple and shaped like an electric fan with treads on the bottom and stick arms that moved eloquently when it spoke. The lonely robot let go of the sickly blue robot it had just strangled. It looked like a trash can that had wheels on its side with a neck attached to an oblong head. It was still working, the head was turned to glare at the lonely robot but its vocal chip would never work again. The injured robot pushed the lonely robot hard and wheeled out of the cave.
The lonely robot's head turned 360 degrees to take everything in and saw that it was in a cave with at least 50 other robots who were conversing, sculpting metal, staring at him, or doing all of the above.
"What's your identification?," the purple robot asked.
The lonely robot didn't answer but instead looked at the purple robot's hands and envied them. He looked down at his own which were rusty daggers.
"CAN you HEAAR USSS?" Another robot cut in, this one was a fluorescent blue.
"Shutup Noddy," A yellow, completely circular robot with a biohazard sign on its front, slapped it in the back of its muffler shaped head.
"Thank You I.B.," the purple robot articulated. "No problem Clav," the circular robot chirped.
The lonely robot was now a perplexed robot. "I can speak", it's cracked voice chip working noisily in its throat cavity.
"I identify myself as cognisant of my surroundings."
"Cognisant then," the purple robot intoned, "Will be your identification."
