Hatbot
fell silent, contacting Gamma, who was currently with Flug. A few
minutes later, the bagged scientist rushed out of the manor. “My baby-!”
Carlos immediately sat up and away so that this scientist wouldn’t shove him away. Wait, was that a bag on his head?
Well, Carlos had seen weirder.
“I used a paradox on it and it fell over,” Carlos explained quickly. “I tried to reboot, but I think something fell loose in the fall.”
Hatbot bounced again, pleased about this news. “Hatbot.” The small robot looked up at his boss.
“Yes sir?”
“I shall be inside. Watch over this pathetic fool and make sure he
does nothing funny.” Black Hat glared at the human. “Have him bring the
sentinel back when finished.”“Yes sir!” Hatbot saluted with a grin.
Carlos hummed lowly. “The only one doing the funny stuff here is you, Señor Sombrero Negro hombre,” he murmured in a very low voice.
He immediately got to work looking around and figuring out the components he was looking at. There was a lot going on inside, he could tell. Vocal components, what looked like large coolant lines complete with a hat-shaped pump right where a heart would be on a typical human, large servos and power cords… oh, it was beautiful. He could honestly spend all day in there.
But he had a job to do so he started to look at the wires to make sure nothing was burned and broken.
Black Hat strode back into the hat shaped manor as Hatbot curiously watched the other work. This stuff was always so interesting to him! He loved to watch his creator work when he could.
Carlos hummed to himself and gently moved wires around as he inspected. He found a manual control panel further in the cavity and hummed and nodded to himself.
“I see, I see,” he said. “Okay… so far nothing looks like it’s been knocked loose from the fall. So all I have to do is activate the start-up sequence.”
Carlos got a smaller screwdriver from his bag and he started to turn the connections he found, making sure each bolt was tight. Once done he reached in to get ready to flip the switch back on.
“Alright… let’s see how he sounds.”
Carlos flipped it and retracted his hand before sitting back and watching the robot. He listened for any crackling or any rattling, which would signal that something was out of place.
Hat Bot watched anxiously and then tilted his head when a rattling sound came from him. “What’s that?”
Carlos frowned. He reached in and shut off the switch to abort the reboot before pulling out his phone and shaking it to turn on the light. “Something’s not connected,” he told the little robot as he shined it inside and started scrutinizing wires. “Or… something broke when he fell.” It sounded like it came from deep within the robot’s chest cavity. Carlos wasn’t sure he’d be able to reach it. “Dammit… Here, hold this,” he then said, offering the little robot his phone to shine the light.
Hatbot curiously took the phone and shone the light for him. “I can call Dr.flug? He created us, he’ll know what’s wrong!” He said confidently.
Carlos reached his hand in to push aside wires and get a better look. He glanced at the little robot. “Uh… how would he feel about me having shorted out your, uh… buddy here?” he asked.
“He’ll be a little upset, but he’ll be more worried about fixing him.” Hatbot shrugged, bouncing slightly on his wheel. “Should I call him?”
“Mm…” Carlos hummed awkwardly, considering. He was quiet for a few moments as he peered into the giant robot’s cavity to see if he could find what was wrong immediately. But he couldn’t. Damn. “Uh… your guys’ creator… yeah, you should probably have him come out here. I’m not sure where everything is.”
Hatbot bounced again, pleased about this news. “Hatbot.” The small robot looked up at his boss.
“Yes sir?”
“I shall be inside. Watch over this pathetic fool and make sure he
does nothing funny.” Black Hat glared at the human. “Have him bring the
sentinel back when finished.”“Yes sir!” Hatbot saluted with a grin.
Carlos hummed lowly. “The only one doing the funny stuff here is you, Señor Sombrero Negro hombre,” he murmured in a very low voice.
He immediately got to work looking around and figuring out the components he was looking at. There was a lot going on inside, he could tell. Vocal components, what looked like large coolant lines complete with a hat-shaped pump right where a heart would be on a typical human, large servos and power cords… oh, it was beautiful. He could honestly spend all day in there.
But he had a job to do so he started to look at the wires to make sure nothing was burned and broken.
Black Hat strode back into the hat shaped manor as Hatbot curiously watched the other work. This stuff was always so interesting to him! He loved to watch his creator work when he could.
Carlos hummed to himself and gently moved wires around as he inspected. He found a manual control panel further in the cavity and hummed and nodded to himself.
“I see, I see,” he said. “Okay… so far nothing looks like it’s been knocked loose from the fall. So all I have to do is activate the start-up sequence.”
Carlos got a smaller screwdriver from his bag and he started to turn the connections he found, making sure each bolt was tight. Once done he reached in to get ready to flip the switch back on.
“Alright… let’s see how he sounds.”
Carlos flipped it and retracted his hand before sitting back and watching the robot. He listened for any crackling or any rattling, which would signal that something was out of place.
Hat Bot watched anxiously and then tilted his head when a rattling sound came from him. “What’s that?”
Carlos frowned. He reached in and shut off the switch to abort the reboot before pulling out his phone and shaking it to turn on the light. “Something’s not connected,” he told the little robot as he shined it inside and started scrutinizing wires. “Or… something broke when he fell.” It sounded like it came from deep within the robot’s chest cavity. Carlos wasn’t sure he’d be able to reach it. “Dammit… Here, hold this,” he then said, offering the little robot his phone to shine the light.
Hatbot curiously took the phone and shone the light for him. “I can call Dr.flug? He created us, he’ll know what’s wrong!” He said confidently.
Carlos reached his hand in to push aside wires and get a better look. He glanced at the little robot. “Uh… how would he feel about me having shorted out your, uh… buddy here?” he asked.
The Perfect Scientist 