[ WP ] It 's a classic fairy tale except for one small difference : Giant Robots !

Robort swung around his giant cattle-prod threateningly. 
 `` Cease your detainment of the royal-unit!'' his voice-box boomed. 
 The dragonoid disabled his boosters and descended down, emitting a sound not entirely unlike high-pitched laughter. 
 The sound was actually the noise from its useless wings creaking, the dragonoid had not seen maintenance for a very long time. 
 And although the wings creaked and were entirely useless, its important to keep up appearances so he happily flapped them around. 
 `` Ha! Robort, I've been expecting you!'' the dragonoid mocked. 
 `` You have?'' Robort questioned. 
 `` You see... anyone can access your GPS coordinates.'' laughed the dragonoid. 
 Robert blushed, if robots could blush, and quickly concealed his GPS location, how indecent. 
 `` You'll pay for mocking me! Tenfold!'' barked Robort. 
 Robort send a request to open a communication channel to the dragonoid, which he gladly accepted. 
 A bunch of data flew back and forth between the two robots, fierce messages being traded among the network but the exchange was suddenly halted when Robort angrily closed the connection. 
 `` I'll have you take back those remarks about my female creator!'' Roborts voice-box blasted on full volume. 
 The dragonoid unfolded its creaky wings, `` Come then Robort, let us see what your little thunder-stick can do!'' 
 So Robort threw his cattle-prod at the mechanical dragon which after receiving 1 billion volts promptly slammed into the ground, circuits fried. 
 Robort contacted his servers and updated the status on the Dragonoid, out of commission. 
 He also left a short review, rating the fight a solid 5/7. 
 The deed done, he directed his attention to the large metal fortress beside him. 
 `` The royal unit must be somewhere within this castle'' his voice-box wheezed `` she could be anywhere.'' 
 `` I'll think of a efficient way of searching the castle while I take the escalator to her room'' and so he did. 
 Robort swung opened the door and his jaw unhinged at the splendour before him, to his surprise the royal-unit was in her room. 
 Over by the window stood the royal-unit, gazing longingly into the outside world that she did n't know would soon embrace her. 
 Although he received chat messages of her beauty, words could never do her justice. 
 So he took a picture. Click-click, his eye-camera went. He stored it in his *private* data-bank. 
 The royal-unit had taken no heed as she kept starting out of the window, com channels closed. 
 But by Turing, this robot had quite the buns of steel, also legs of steel, torso, arms, all of it. Full metal. With chrome finish. Amazing. 
 Robort himself was mostly spare parts, a white-coloured tin-can warrior. 
 Robort requested admin rights to her unit, the request was denied. 
 The royal unit turned to face him, her voice-box replicating a soothing voice `` I'm afraid I ca n't grant you those kind of privileges.'' 
 `` I need access to verify if its you, the royal unit. I wo n't send you malicious files, I'll treat you right.'' complained Robert. 
 `` Very well, I'll grant you the appropriate privileges'' she complied. 
 Shortly after a message echoed in Robort's central unit. 
 Access granted to royal unit, authority level: Friend-unit. 
 
 

