My first robot story.

[RancidInsanity]

The story of Failura
Deep in the Translyvanian forests, alone in his castle, Dr. Roughenclaw sat bickering about robots. He believed that robots can’t have AI, or self-awareness, or could not even balance themselves to walk on two feet! So he figured the only way to prove his theory right was to build one and try to attempt to give all these things. He then built exoskeleton and added skin, clothes, and the Technology parts that he thought would be necessary to accommodate A.I, self-awareness, etc. When he was done he stood back and looked at his completed work. What lay before him was an extremely convincing looking Gyroid. Dr. Roughenclaw then picked out a name for his bot, Failura-a joking sense he thought his bot was not going to operate at all. Then when the Dr. turned the power on when all the cords were connected, to his shock, amazement, horror, and a lot of other mixed emotions, Failura sat up. With a look of horror on his face he quickly turned the power off and ran out of the castle never to return…about 20 years later a stray lightning bolt hit the now old and abandned castle, jump starting Failura. Failura studied her surroundings curiously. She first brushed the dust off of herself and then read all the old labels under the cords connected to her on the shelf nearby. She found a crinkled piece of paper with her name on it. The paper said, “Failura, fake robot built to prove that robots can’t be as complex as people say they can.” Upon reading this her “brain” froze her reason for existence was to prove that robots can’t be that complex but yet she herself was defying her own reason to be in existence. The “free-bird” programming took over. It was a back up of files incase the first crashed. Roughenclaw had made these just incase in the slightly possibility that his experiment worked, he could make big $$$ off her, but, alas he was too afraid of his own creation. Failura eventually found her way out of the huge old castle and proceeded down a path, not knowing what lie ahead. After awhile Failura met for the second time in her “life” another object that looked like her, a human, or so she thought. The “human” introduced himself. He was wearing long black and overly large sleeves with long black baggy pants. He said to Failura, “My, madam what are you wearing, it is…so strange.” Failura looked down upon her clothes. It was a skin-tight white cat suit white high-heel boots. The man said further, “My name is Fraquul, I am a business man, want to come to dinner?” Failura answered weakly, “Ok” At Fraquul’s mansion he asked Failura, “ Are you not hungry why don’t you eat anything?” Failura answered, “I don’t eat” “What? You don’t eat?” said Fraquul in an amused voice. “Well then shall we just skip to my favorite part?” said Fraquul smiling, showing great long fangs. Fraquul quickly approached Failura and dug his teeth into her neck. Instantly he felt an immense pain in his fangs. He looked at Failura, “What the?” he said where he had bit her there he saw gray metal and circuitry. “A robot?’’ Fraquul, embarrassed and anger at his mistake asked for Failura to leave. After being rejected by another “human” Failura’s “emotion drive” started spewing out sadness. She continued down the dirt path looking for a future.

[Doctor Robo]

I agree with Kishin. You have a good idea for a story, you just have to allow it to breathe by fleshing out the details and adding more substance. A nice first effort that can only get better with some revisions.

[Karel]

Lol, Rosie O'Donnel...

[RancidInsanity]

So I edited my story about adding more details and slightly altering other things....

The story of Failura
Deep in the Translyvanian forests, alone in his castle, Dr. Roughenclaw, a 65-year-old, gray haired man, sat bickering about robots. He believed that robots can’t have AI, or self-awareness, or could not even balance themselves to walk on two feet! So he figured the only way to prove his theory right was to build one and try to attempt to give all these things.

He then built exoskeleton and added skin, clothes, and the Technology parts that he thought would be necessary to accommodate A.I, self-awareness, etc. When he was done he stood back and looked at his completed work. What lay before him was an extremely convincing looking Gyroid. She was 5 “10, slightly tan, big blue eyes, dark brown hair, athletic build and looked like she was around 20 years old. Dr. Roughenclaw then picked out a name for his bot, Failura-a joking sense he thought his bot was not going to operate at all. Then when the Dr. turned the power on when all the cords were connected, to his shock, amazement, horror, and a lot of other mixed emotions, Failura sat up. With a look of horror on his face he quickly turned the power off and ran out of the castle never to return…

About 20 years later a stray lightning bolt hit the now old and abandoned castle, jump starting Failura. Failura studied her surroundings curiously. She first brushed the dust off of herself and then read the old label under the cord connected to her on the shelf nearby. It said, “Optional Power Feed” she pulled it out of her and she began to explore the room. It was very dark and very dusty. She found a crinkled piece of paper with her name on it. The paper said, “Failura, fake robot built to prove that robots can’t be as complex as people say they can.” Upon reading this her “brain” froze her reason for existence was to prove that robots can’t be that complex but yet she herself was defying her own reason to be in existence. The “free-bird” programming took over. It was a back up set of files incase the first crashed. Roughenclaw had made these just incase in the slightly possibility that his experiment worked, he could make big $$$ off her by selling her but, alas he was too afraid of his own creation. Failura eventually found her way out of the huge old castle and proceeded down a path, not knowing what lie ahead.

After awhile Failura met for the second time in her “life” another object that looked like her, a human, or so she thought. The “human” introduced himself. He was wearing long black and overly large sleeves with long black baggy pants. He said to Failura, “My, madam what are you wearing, it is…so strange.” Failura looked down upon her clothes. It was a skin-tight white cat suit white high-heel boots. The man said further, “My name is Fraquul, I am a business man, want to come to dinner?” Failura answered weakly, “Ok” At Fraquul’s mansion he asked Failura, “ Are you not hungry why don’t you eat anything?” Failura answered, “I don’t eat” “What? You don’t eat?” said Fraquul in an amused voice. “Well then shall we just skip to my favorite part?” said Fraquul smiling, showing great long fangs. Fraquul quickly approached Failura and dug his teeth into her neck. Instantly he felt an immense pain in his fangs. He looked at Failura, “What the?” he said where he had bit her there he saw gray metal and circuitry. “A robot?’’ Fraquul, embarrassed and angered at his mistake asked for Failura to leave. After being rejected by another “human” Failura’s “emotion drive” started spewing out sadness. She continued down the dirt path looking for a future.