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Broken

I love to build things. But I don't like to fix things.

Fixing things means that they have to be broken. If they're broken things of my own, it means that they've lost a degree of their functionality. If I'm fixing scrap of Robotnik's, as task that we've often had to carry out...it serves us well, but there's no creativity involved. I haven't built them myself. Not that I'd have any desire to build the things he has, but still...

"Hey Rotor, any progress?"

No. No there hasn't. Not since the last time you asked me, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the-..."

"Now?'

...any more than when you just asked me now.

I wish Chuck was here. He built the roboticizer, and even if he had no intention of using it the way Robotnik has, I'm sure he could help me. But duty calls for both of us. So I'm left to struggle alone, to build a re-roboticizer. To 'fix' the robians. Beings that don't need fixing in a mechanical sense, but rather in a...spiritual, one, for lack of a better term? An intellectual one, by giving them back free will? A biological one, bar the fact that as machines, they're immune to the thousand things that plague our bodies every day, albiet mostly on the microscopic level?

"Rotor? Any progress yet?"

I can't build a de-roboticizer. I can't 'fix' the current roboticizer. I can't fix what technically doesn't even need fixing in the first place. Even after all these questions, even after all of Sonic's dreams of having a biological uncle again, of Bunnie's desires to revert her robotic limbs to their original forms, they can't see what I can. Not yet anyway.

They can't see what I can.

That in the end...

...we're all just broken.