You should write the robot au. Please.
i’m just saying that scott likes to fix things. he has an etsy profile: send him your computer, your phone, your mini-droid, and he will fix it and send it back. he even cleans them. he’s never had an unhappy customer.
these particular robots, the ST1 line, they’re unsettlingly realistic. their flesh is synthetic, but it functions like real skin; so when he finds this thing, it’s bruised, bleeding, and shut down in the alley between apartments. scott thinks he’s just a person at first, and rushes to him to see if he’s ok. face lolling between scott’s palms, it says, unnaturally slow, “battery… low.” so scott scoops it up and hefts it home.
his roommate’s not pleased. he’s like, “we don’t have enough room for this. you’d better keep it in your room.”
so scott ignores him, of course; he pays just as much rent as derek does, and he’s not gonna take no orders. it takes a couple days to track down a charger for the thing - the latest version is the ST1-LE8, and those have the nutrients-from-organic-food and solar capabilities - so in the meantime he does keep it in the storage room because it looks like a corpse and it’s super creepy. but he does find a cord adapter at a radio shack going-out-of-business sale. he drags the unit into the living room to plug it in, because all the plugs in his room are taken or behind furniture. the first thing the ST1 says when it starts back up is a very expressive, “ow.”
scott’s worked with these robots before. they’re not very popular, not next to the ones out by hp and apple, which have cleaner lines - they’re clearly not human, so they don’t creep you the fuck out - but he has still worked with an ST1 before. they’re not like that. they just look human; they don’t act it. in fact, they’re usually pretty buggy and weird. they’re basically like the cricket flip phone of the robot world. he thinks this one’s been tampered with. still, scott’s a sweet guy in general and he instinctively responds as if it were a person. “you ok?”
the thing grimaces, shakes its head, as if to dispel grogginess. “what day is it.”
“tuesday,” scott answers, “march 7th.” the thing nods slowly. “did someone try to fuck you?” people do that. try to fuck their robots. if they’re not designed for it, it’ll fuck up all their innards, and you have to open them up and clean them out. it’s super gross, but scott’s done it before.
“god, i wish,” the unit tells him. scott snorts unexpectedly. “ummm, my arm doesn’t work.”
“yeah, i got you,” says scott. “you want me to shut you down while i fix it or are you good?”
the thing looks at him, a little puzzled, a little intrigued. “i’m good,” it says. it glances over scott’s shoulder; scott twists around to see what he’s looking at. it’s his roommate, derek. “are you just eating dry granola?” the unit asks incredulously.
“do you have some diet questioning app installed?” derek returns aridly.
“you’re not even gonna throw some milk on there? a strawberry? nothin’?” derek doesn’t reply; he just takes a bite of granola. “humans are so… stupid,” the thing mutters, watching scott start to dismantle his arm. “no offense,” it adds.
scott smirks at him. he’s got bright brown eyes, dark circles under them. “none taken,” scott says.