I am re-reading the files, manuals, and maintenance reports on Otto. He has not been acting right.
Otto is like a son to me. His father was a pilot who served with me in China when we were taking on the alien threat in the east. I watched as Otto's father built him with his own two hands. It was this third attempt at creating a child. He spend hours laying in the James Brown so that his son could dance. Otto's father was stiff and could not really dance though he loved to get on the dance floor. We had some wild nights in the discos on the antares system.
Otto's father was seriously damaged during a raid we did. I watched as he removed his own circuitry and passed it down to his son, as the robot families had done for over one hundred years. if I didn't love the strange problems in the circuits so much this would have been the time to snatch the circuit. He trusted me. It was the opposite to the paranoia that was to develop in his son...who did not trust anyone or anything.
Otto wants to be a pilot like his dad. His dad made sure that he would never see military service, especially with the James Brown dance circuit with faulty dampening. Fucking hilarious to see this robot start to get funky in the most innappropriate places...it like robot turrets. Which was named retro actively. It was first the name of the robot disease but then it somehow drifted backwards in time. A lot of strange stuff happens around a turrets episode.
he was just a kid who was too high on nitrious with blue skin...
thought he was a robot, his skin looked like fake blue robot metal...