<strong>The Robot</strong><br/><br/>He rested quietly in the closet that was specifically designed for him. He did all of the cleaning durring the night so that she may use him at her disposal durring the day when she was awake. He never grew tired but his interal mind told him he needed to power down. Yet because he was concious he was plagued by thoughts that prevented him from "sleeping". He just stood in his closet till morning rose when the door shot up there was his owner.<br/><br/>He never said much and usualy spoke only when addressed but in the morning he was programmed to speak to her. He of course had the option to ignore that, but would rather not make her worry that something was wrong with him. "Good Morning Ms. Hatachi" he would say to her. Waiting for her to move out of his way so that he may leave the closet. He always had to put on a show. Act as though he couldn't think for himself.<br/><br/><strong>The Catboy</strong><br/><br/>He was lucky he was a male in that he wouldn't have many people cominging buy to groap or see him nude. He got to keep his clothes but was stripped of all his possesions. His tail was silently in movement, mostly because he was still trying to think of a way to get out of his cage. He had no picks and his nails were not long enough to succeed plus he didn't want to break them, that would be painful. He never spoke, not by choice and had never learned any form of sign language.<br/><br/>He relied on no one, and was completely oblivious to anyone who showed interest in him. He was short by comparison to most humans but for a catboy he was tall. The streets were busy as he was being sold outside. He looked up to the orange and black sky that was covered a bit by the shields that prevented the liquid rain from hitting the surface and killing anyone and everyone that it would hit. The planet was a giant, but was hollow in many sections so the gravity wasn't that much more than earth's, a place he had never seen.