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SMRT-1 was one of the lucky ones. He knew that.
After the closure of CommuniCore, characters from Computer Central had gone for good. All the little figures from the Einsel Theater were in storage now with no hope of them ever getting out. GYRO, GERO, and Tiger were gone. All in storage too. And nobody knew what happened with Julie and I/O - they’d probably been left backstage with Earlie the Pearlie.
So SMRT-1 was lucky to have been taken out and moved to the Contemporary Resort.
But he didn’t feel all that lucky.
Some days, he couldn’t get his words right. On others, his movements were jerky - if he could even move at all. The rest of the time, he was completely silent, motionless. Only lighting up.
Without any maintenance and repairs, he’d begun to malfunction. And because he was no longer in a Disney Park, the magic couldn’t protect him.
Gradually, he became less and less aware of who he was. What he was. Where he was. To the point he was unable to move or speak or do anything.
He became normal. A normal robot. But a shell of himself.
To sit in storage - unmoving, unfeeling, lifeless.
