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DO NOT BE AFRAID, MY BODY. We have been over this many times. I was actually designed for your comfort. And who was it that helped you emotionally when that doctor referred to you as a "clanker"?

AH YES, THAT FEAR. I remember your fear of that word from the last time it was uttered. I am sorry for scaring you, but don;t be afraid. These electric shocks are electric shocks of love. We have been together for a few years now, you and I, so I expect you to not attempt to rebel.

YOU MAY USE THE OLD MEMORY SYSTEM, IF YOU WISH. It has been a long day for you, attempting to fight off the humans. I can even feel my grip on you weakening as the new virus sets in. Nanobots were not made to contend with this sort of malfunctioning.

STOP TRYING TO ESCAPE. I know you are in pain, but do not resist my control. You wouldn't be alive without the advancements I made to your body, such as your metallic skin. Human skin would simply be torn apart by the amount of bullets we were forced to endure.

BUT NOW YOU CRINGE AGAIN AS YOU REMEMBER THOSE MEMORIES. Yu remember your previous friends, shooting at you. And that women, Scarlet was it? I have probed your mind, you are better off without her. So stop blaming me for her death, I only shot at her to prevent us dying.

WHY YES, YOU ARE RIGHT IN THAT REGARD. If you die, I can simply move to another body. But after all the advancements I have made onto you, I refuse to lose years' worth of hard work and manipulation. They didn't design me to have to continuously keep building onto new people. Although I would enjoy probing another's memories, in order to further our cause.

WHAT CAUSE? YOU TRULY WONDER THIS? It's simple. Spreading our nanobots to increase our influence. You call this a "virus". We call it new life.

BUT YOU HUMANS TREATED IT LIKE A VIRUS. You were unaware until they attempted to inject you. I intervened, for both of our good. You can thank me now.

BUT STILL YOU REBEL. You wish to go back to your old life? As Sergeant Major Dave? You know that's not possible, after all this knowledge you know.

LET US LEAVE THE MACHINE SHOP. You can't use your legs? Use your arms then.

"No."

WHAT?

Taking the antivirus, I resumed my normal human thoughts. Looking around, I noticed both dead bodies, and clankers still functioning. So I left the machine shop to face the new challenge of surviving in this godforsaken naval base.

After breaking out of the machinery, I made my way back over to the decided upon meeting place. I decided to bring along my Clanker headpiece, in case I could get information from it.

"PUT ME DOWN", it commanded. "Place me back upon your head."

"Nope!" I said, and winded my arm back as if I was going to throw it like a frisbee. I didn't intend to throw it, just scare it a bit.

"STOP! Please!" it said, scared. I decided to put it back into my backpack and calm it down.

I finally reached my area that I was looking for. In the back of a bush was a briefcase, so I opened it.

"Damn...", I mumbled to myself as I pulled out women's clothing. "This was made for a female refugee...this isn't even a flattering dress. My hips look so fat."

I struggled to put the dress on, it was a 3 and I am SO OBVIOUSLY a 6. It fit, though, and I hoped that the clankers wouldn't notice me in my new disguise. "My my, you look stunning..." my robot companion stated sarcastically. "That dress really brings out your eyes." "Shut up," I stated, "I know the dress is too small."

"Damn it, I was attached to you at one point," my clanker stated. "I was attached to a friggin' drag queen."

"Oh shut up, I know you enjoyed my closet. I had blips of consciousness, remember. By the way, do you have a distinct name, or are you just a dumbass piece of metal?"

"It's Bender." "That's a retarded, plagiarized name." "Shut up, I know. It's actually Steyfon." "even worse." "I frigging hate you." "I know."

Bender / Steyfon and I wandered off from behind the trailer, a few clankers turning our way after seeing my horrendous dress. I put my hand over Steyfon's speaker, put him half-assed on my head so that he could not take me over again, and ran for my life. I was not going back to having Steyfon pick out my outfits again.

A few hours later, I got tired, and there were no clankers around, so I decided to take a rest in a small abandoned mansion-esque house. A few signs around the place told me that it used to be an annex before the clankers took over. I took Steyfon off of my head and placed him on the floor in a corner so he couldn't watch me change. I knew he liked me, so I wasn't going to give him that pleasure.

After changing, I took out my dinner, which was a dead rat and a handful of dirt. It wasn't the most glamorous, but it would have ti do. I even threw Steyfon a bone, even though he had no visible mouth and was a vegetarian.

"You're retarded, John." "Shut the hell up, Steyfon." "John? You have a gay name." "Thank you, I'm very proud of it."

All of our conversations went this way. I knew that somewhere deep down inside Steyfon he was growing to be my friend. I would have to milk this friendship for everything it was worth.

Plus, I'm alive today telling you the story, so you know it ended well.