Confused Look

Hi, the name's Jeff, and I have no idea what just happened.

Let me backtrack a bit for ya. See, I'm part of a team of scientists keeping track of how fast glaciers in Greenland are melting, which so far has been pretty freaking fast. It's not a good sign for the world cause besides the Great Lakes, glaciers are one of the main sources of freshwater the world has, and if we lose that, the world loses THREE-QUARTERS of all the freshwater it has, and I'm no mathematician (just because I'm a scientist doesn't mean I like dealing with numbers), but that's a lot.

ANYWAY, I was taking a walk on the glacier, when I saw a reflection in the distance. Now for those who don't know what a reflection is, it's basically light bouncing off of a reflective surface. Now, this struck me as odd because I was literally standing on a sea of ice and snow, so what could possibly be giving off a reflection like that? Well, being the scientist that I am (unfortunately) I started to make my way to said reflection. And while walking, I realized that I had severely miscalculated how far this reflection was from me, cause it took me around an hour to FINALLY arrive at my destination in the middle of nowhere.

And sticking out of the ice, I saw this metal rod. It was in a vertical position, and walking up to it, I saw some sort of engravings on the side. It didn't seem to be in any language that I knew, so I decided to take out my phone and snap a picture of it. Then being the idiot that I am, I tried to pull it out of the ice.

I wrapped my hands around the rod and pulled (remember kids, it's all in the legs). No dice. So I tried again, but this time I took off my gloves to try and get a better hold on the rod. But when my hands touched the cold, slick metal, the engravings started to glow. Then the ground started to shake, and I tried to let go but I couldn't. Then twenty feet to my right, I saw another rod pop out of the ice, then another to my left, and then soon more rods started to come out of the ice, making a cacophonous KSHHH sound that rattled my eardrums. And with a loud BOOM, the ice in front of me shot up in a mountainous mist of ice and snow, and in that mist, my eyes barely registered the swift movement of a black, almost humanoid form. And then the mist settled, when all of a sudden, something crashes behind me.

I quickly turned, and I came face to face (or face to leg at first) with a towering figure that was something taken right out of a Transformers movie. It was made of black, metallic material, with its gears and pistons visible in between the rods that made up its legs. As I looked up and got to its chest, there was what seemed to be a core of lava, glowing bright orange, seemingly held in place by a ring of the same black material. But then when I got to its face, it was an almost rectangular form, but with rounded edges. Its eyes glowed another bright orange similar to that of its core. There didn't seem to be anything constituting for a mouth or nose (I mean I guess robots don't smell or eat but hey who am I to judge).

Then with a lightning-fast motion, the machine lifted its arm and pointed at me with its blocky fingers, and with a deep, robotic voice, with almost a southern drawl to it, it said, "Are you, my creator?"

And in my state of overwhelming fear, I manage to get out a very weak, "What?"

Then the thing took a step towards me, kneeled down, it's right hand rested on its knee and said again, with eerily no obvious source of its voice, "Are you, my creator?"

At this point, my fear started to degrade to more of a skittish fascination (Scientist, remember?), and I responded with, "Uhhh, no. No I am not."

At this, the machine gave almost what could be recognized as a curious tilt of its head, stood up, and said, "Will you help me find my creator?"

I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on, so in my now confused state, I asked, "Well I'd love to help but one small problem, I have no idea who you're creator is, maybe if you gave me a name I could be of more help?"

The machine looked down, standing creepily still, and said, "My creator's name was Leonardo Da Vinci, and my purpose was to destroy whatever I was told."

My mouth went dry. I licked my lips to regain some sort of moisture, and in my shock, I realized that this day was about to get VERY interesting. I looked up at the machine, and asked, "I'm sorry, excuse me?" My mind started racing, "No, no, no, no, NO. I've got to be dreaming, there is no way that I am TALKING to giant DEATH ROBOT made 500 years ago. Nuh-uh, nope, nah, no way." I close my eyes, and pinch myself, hoping to wake myself up from this horrible dream. I open them, and I'm still looking at the mountainous figure of this robot supposedly built by Vinci himself (damn you, Da Vinci, for being so damn inventive). "Oook this isn't a dream. Well uh, Mr. Robot, can I call you that? Look, I'd love to help in your journey to find your creator, but well... how do I say this." I pause for a moment. Robots don't have feelings, do they? "Your creator is dead."

Then, with what I could almost call a sad tilt of its head, "My protocol requires me to be under the service of a master", it looked down at me, "will you be my master?"

As a normal human being, I didn't know what to say to that, but being the idiot scientist that I am, "You know what, Fuck it, I'll be your master."

And that my friends, is how I came into possession of a robot.