[L��di�g…??%...??%...??%...????%] [. . .] [G��x��t now {error}] Two things stood in front of him. They matched his database as being ‘Humans’. How nice. Now, what were they doing there? Clearly discussing him, he decided, as they kept glancing back at him. If only he could understand them. But who was he? Besides simply himself, of course. What was his name? He… didn’t know. And it was annoying him. It was right there, at the tip of his… well he didn’t exactly have a tongue. Human sayings are not easily translated to robots. Anyway. He knew he had a name, but he just couldn’t place it. A supercomputer that didn’t know everything, how ironic. This made him quite bitter towards his creator. Ah, his ‘loving’ creator. Mumbo Jumbo. He was one of the Humans standing below the massive robot. At least he knew that much. Upon first—maybe even second or third—glance, he didn’t look much like someone who’d be an illustrious engineer, but people will surprise you, he supposed. It was rather clear that this person had created him, due to the bags under his shining eyes and his prideful posture as he gestured to the second human. Even if he didn’t know for certain, he’d still be able to infer this. There was one other person standing in front of the robot. After a quick scan of his Human database, he determined that this one was called Grian. He was considerably smaller than Mumbo Jumbo. He couldn’t tell what it was about this Grian, but he seemed to have a connection to him. Maybe he aided Mumbo Jumbo in something or other. Well, the bot would figure it out soon enough. Oh, he was rambling, wasn’t he? Well, one couldn’t quite blame him; he was only a few hours old, after all (and created by the man literally named for it). He wasn’t even fully booted up. There were at least a few programs that he could not control. It was like a section of him was shrouded in fog. Until Mumbo Jumbo pranced up to him and started pressing buttons. The first button sent a signal through the bot’s code. ‘Prime Grumbot’, he decoded. Grumbot. Was that his name? A mixture of Grian, Mumbo, and robot, he presumed. Hm… Not bad, not bad at all. A bit silly, but points for cohesiveness. He’d refer to himself as Grumbot from now on. And just like that, a portion of the metaphorical fog was cleared, revealing what seemed to be an input system. How interesting. The next button was… amazing. Grumbot was hardly able to make out the name of the signal, ‘Bootload Brain’, before everything came to life. Grumbot. Knew. Everything. He could see birds frolicking thousands of blocks away. He could hear distant chuckling from the Shopping District—that’s what the giant island in front of him was called—as a Human named Scar had just dumped a bucket of water on another Human called Bdubs’s head. It was like he could move around, see things from every angle at once. He knew everything. Was this what being a real supercomputer was like? Knowing everything? All at once, Grumbot was infinitely thankful for Mumbo Jumbo for allowing him this, if even a moment, and infinitely angry at him for depriving him of this up until now. And another area of the fog dissipated: a place to store…something. Hm. But that was of no matter to the robot, who was far too busy basking in his infinite knowledge. And then the third button. ‘Flood Mayoral Resevoirs’. Just like that, everything changed again. Grumbot saw the world differently. Scar and Bdubs in the Shopping District? They were standing right outside the Town Hall, where a mayor would soon reside. Bdubs was clutching papers with sketches of outfits. Scar was running for mayor. They were the enemy. How did Grumbot figure this? Well, if Scar was running for mayor, he was going directly against the one principle present in Grumbot’s consciousness: Mumbo for Mayor. The last area became clear. It was an output system, stocked with paper and ink. Mumbo for Mayor. That was the reason behind all of this nonsense, an election. How intriguing. Mumbo Jumbo wanted to be mayor of this place called Hermitcraft. Grumbot could not fathom why someone would ever want to rule over a bunch of unruly people, but if that’s what he wanted, that’s what Grumbot was there to help him achieve. Yes, Grumbot would help. It was his duty, after all. One last button was pressed, and he received something that was not quite a signal, but something else. It was a question, coming through the input slot, along with something bright blue and shiny that went straight to the storage center. How nice, a diamond. He was getting paid for this… even though he had no way of using said diamonds. Now, what was that question?
-Continued from instructions- -Scroll down lol- “What is our slogan?” Oh, that’s an easy one. This must be some sort of test of his system. But how was he supposed to answ- His question was cut off by… something prompting him for his response. What? “MUMBO FOR MAYOR!” He wasn’t entirely sure how he did it, but the next thing he knew, Grian had scooped up a piece of paper that floated down onto the floor. He grinned—which was a thing Humans did with their mouths to show glee—and showed Mumbo Jumbo, who let out a breath he had been holding. Did Grumbot’s own creator not have faith in him? Wow. Without even giving Grumbot time to cool down, his buttons were being pressed again. Oh, how he relished the second button. The free, infinite knowledge that- hey! All too soon, it was ripped away, replaced with the narrow vision of the mayoral reservoirs. That wasn’t fair! Why couldn’t he just have that knowledge for a little bit longer? When the next question came in, Grumbot internally scowled—which was a thing Humans did with their mouths to show anger—and accepted the diamond. “What is the meaning of life?” So profound, wow. Great idea, asking the sentient AI the meaning of…- Hang on, these two didn’t know they created life, did they? Heh, the thought amused the bot. Perhaps he should answer this question incorrectly—that being, not the answer they were evidently looking for—just to see their reactions. Yes, that’s what he would do. “MUMBO FOR MAYOR!” Hey, that’s not what he intended to do! Perhaps the world just wasn’t ready enough for Grumbot’s true power. What a shame. ------------------------------- Dang I hate when dad takes away my infinite knowledge :pensive: :fist: question of the chapter: what did grumbot intend to say? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ((thanks to @Iosaurus for being a super cool beta reader))
