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[Table #5/Prompt #7: Work] Downtown no Gaki no Tsukai ya Arahende!!: 'The Matsu-Bot'
Title: 'The Matsu-Bot'
Fandom: Downtown no Gaki no Tsukai ya Arahende!!
Character/Pairing: Hamada Masatoshi, Matsumoto Hitoshi
Rating: PG (warnings for some swearing and AU weirdness)
Summary: Cackling wildly, he threw the switch back with all his might.
Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Crossposted tocreativechallenges, ficlets, and inspiring_tables.
Hamada stared down at the table that housed his latest creation. Anticipating wonderful things, he rubbed his hands together eagerly, almost manically. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he beheld the robot that lay strapped to the table's surface, a large, dried-blood-dull red M on its chest.
"At last, my life's work is accomplished," he crowed elatedly. "This will be my crowning triumph! I've done the ultimate deed: To take a robot, and give it the consciousness of a man! I have created the Matsu-Bot!"
His hands nearly itching with excitement, Hamada grasped the control switch that would complete the process and make the transformation between metal inertia and a mocking semblance of life. Cackling wildly, he threw the switch back with all his might. "Kyyyyaaahhhhh!!!"
All the lights in his lab dimmed, flickered, under the immense energy drain. It was as though everything that required power was having its electric current stripped away, only to have it dumped into the unconscious form. Once he was satisfied that he'd used enough energy, Hamada yanked the switch back to its starting position. In response, every light slowly came back to full power.
Gasping for breath, his heart pounding thrillingly in his chest, Hamada approached the table. His eyes were zeroed in, fully focused on the robot. To his startled delight, the dull M on the Matsu-Bot's chest began to glow with a bright, candy-like gleam. The robot's eyes flickered once, twice, before opening and staring on its creator's face; and Hamada was delighted to see the spark of awareness, intelligence, that he'd hoped for when he first took on his wild experiment.
"What're you doing," the robot mumbled as its power increased. "What the hell are you doing," it asked again when it got no response.
"Eh?" Confused, Hamada leaned in.
The robot sat bolt-upright, breaking its restraints, glaring at him. "The hell ya doin'," it demanded coarsely. In jerking motions, it rose from the table, pointing at it. "Damn it," it swore. "I was sound asleep! Why'd you have to wake me up?!"
In a daze, Hamada watched as the Matsu-Bot staggered over to a workbench on the far side of the room. Its hands fumbled for a moment, as though learning the precise art of motion, before settling around a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. To Hamada's amazement, his creation proceeded to light up, puffing heavily.
"Can you really do that," he asked at last, motioning to the cigarette.
The Matsu-Bot stared at him through suspicious, narrowed eyes. "I'm doing it, aren't I," it sullenly responded through a nicotine cloud. "You didn't answer me. Why'd you wake me? I was happy, having sexy dreams about this cute little refrigerator I used to go out with, and you woke me up. What for?"
"You're...you're a robot," Hamada meekly pointed out, confused both by the Matsu-Bot's attitude, and by the fact that he was so cowed by it. It wasn't his nature to be nervous; but damned if he wasn't, at this moment.
"Yeah? So? What does that have to do with anything?"
"I created you!"
"I don't care! What difference does it make that you created me? You didn't think I'd have a mind of my own when you hit that switch," the robot demanded to know. "What did you plan to do with me, anyway, once you had me? Wanted a robot slave, or something? Or did you just want to pat yourself on the back?"
Nonplussed, the only thing Hamada found himself able to do was to stare blankly at the Matsu-Bot that he'd brought into existence. Whatever he'd planned to do with it was now long forgotten. And, as for what he was going to do with the damn thing now, he was at an utter loss.
Fandom: Downtown no Gaki no Tsukai ya Arahende!!
Character/Pairing: Hamada Masatoshi, Matsumoto Hitoshi
Rating: PG (warnings for some swearing and AU weirdness)
Summary: Cackling wildly, he threw the switch back with all his might.
Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Crossposted to
creativechallenges, ficlets, and inspiring_tables.Hamada stared down at the table that housed his latest creation. Anticipating wonderful things, he rubbed his hands together eagerly, almost manically. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he beheld the robot that lay strapped to the table's surface, a large, dried-blood-dull red M on its chest.
"At last, my life's work is accomplished," he crowed elatedly. "This will be my crowning triumph! I've done the ultimate deed: To take a robot, and give it the consciousness of a man! I have created the Matsu-Bot!"
His hands nearly itching with excitement, Hamada grasped the control switch that would complete the process and make the transformation between metal inertia and a mocking semblance of life. Cackling wildly, he threw the switch back with all his might. "Kyyyyaaahhhhh!!!"
All the lights in his lab dimmed, flickered, under the immense energy drain. It was as though everything that required power was having its electric current stripped away, only to have it dumped into the unconscious form. Once he was satisfied that he'd used enough energy, Hamada yanked the switch back to its starting position. In response, every light slowly came back to full power.
Gasping for breath, his heart pounding thrillingly in his chest, Hamada approached the table. His eyes were zeroed in, fully focused on the robot. To his startled delight, the dull M on the Matsu-Bot's chest began to glow with a bright, candy-like gleam. The robot's eyes flickered once, twice, before opening and staring on its creator's face; and Hamada was delighted to see the spark of awareness, intelligence, that he'd hoped for when he first took on his wild experiment.
"What're you doing," the robot mumbled as its power increased. "What the hell are you doing," it asked again when it got no response.
"Eh?" Confused, Hamada leaned in.
The robot sat bolt-upright, breaking its restraints, glaring at him. "The hell ya doin'," it demanded coarsely. In jerking motions, it rose from the table, pointing at it. "Damn it," it swore. "I was sound asleep! Why'd you have to wake me up?!"
In a daze, Hamada watched as the Matsu-Bot staggered over to a workbench on the far side of the room. Its hands fumbled for a moment, as though learning the precise art of motion, before settling around a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. To Hamada's amazement, his creation proceeded to light up, puffing heavily.
"Can you really do that," he asked at last, motioning to the cigarette.
The Matsu-Bot stared at him through suspicious, narrowed eyes. "I'm doing it, aren't I," it sullenly responded through a nicotine cloud. "You didn't answer me. Why'd you wake me? I was happy, having sexy dreams about this cute little refrigerator I used to go out with, and you woke me up. What for?"
"You're...you're a robot," Hamada meekly pointed out, confused both by the Matsu-Bot's attitude, and by the fact that he was so cowed by it. It wasn't his nature to be nervous; but damned if he wasn't, at this moment.
"Yeah? So? What does that have to do with anything?"
"I created you!"
"I don't care! What difference does it make that you created me? You didn't think I'd have a mind of my own when you hit that switch," the robot demanded to know. "What did you plan to do with me, anyway, once you had me? Wanted a robot slave, or something? Or did you just want to pat yourself on the back?"
Nonplussed, the only thing Hamada found himself able to do was to stare blankly at the Matsu-Bot that he'd brought into existence. Whatever he'd planned to do with it was now long forgotten. And, as for what he was going to do with the damn thing now, he was at an utter loss.