Something Literate.

Reboot Started. Loading preferences.

D-AN3Y was starting up.

Logic Circuits Enabled. Running At 82 Percent Power.

It was a very loud start up process despite it mainly involving software checks. Its noise was not unlike a lawnmower.

Start Up Successful. Have A Wonderful Day.

D-AN3Y started to slowly move his joints. His eyes shone with a strange happiness. He tried to blink. He failed. He had just remembered that he was a robot and incapable of blinking. And having a gender, though this did not hinder him of thinking of himself in a masculine way. He decided to flash his eye-shaped lights a bit. This made him feel a bit better.

He was unfamiliar to the room he was sitting in. He glanced around to see pure white walls topped off with a pure white ceiling. He had a sinking suspicion that if he took a look down, he'd see a pure white floor as well. He was not disappointed as he could see a porcelain floor, not a blemish in sight.

He started to get a feeling that if he took a step, the room would start to crack. This started to seem less important as soon as he realized that he was inside the room itself. There was no perceivable way to get inside. Or outside for that matter. Any crack that would hint at a doorway would be immediately noticeable.

He was starting to get extremely panicky. This didn't bode well with him. He started to think to himself.

"How in blazes did I get here? Just how long was I out?"

He then realized that he was thinking. He just hated when he realized that he was thinking. His logic circuits overloaded and he shut himself down.

Reboot Started. Loading Preferences.

D-AN3Y was starting up. Again.

Logic Circuits Enabled. Running At 74 Percent Power.

D-AN3Y's start up was noisy as ever. The room filled with noise again. Its echoing revs something it has grown used to.

Start Up Successful. Have A Wonderful Day.

D-AN3Y's started to move his creaking joints once again.

"It's such a horrible thing being an old model, eh?" He muttered to nobody in particular.

Something was strange. The room was different somehow. If he didn't focus enough, it was nearly impossible to notice. The pure whiteness of the room didn't seem to change. Yet it somehow did. Was it a shade more white? Was that even possible? He took a quick check in his mind. Or what a robot's mind is supposed to be.

He found nothing relevant.

"Bugger."

He was getting a tad frustrated. Something caught his eye. It was a flash of black. That was definitely noticeable in such a room. He turned around and eyed every corner of the room. No luck. The whiteness made the room seem like an infinite space.

He took another look around. Something was definitely wrong this time. For one, the room was no longer white. It was brown and made of wood.

And filled with livestock. Honest to goodness livestock. Tagged ears, cuds in mouth, sweaty tails flicking at flies.

Suddenly the livestock got agitated. Was it the sudden revving of D-AN3Y's head that got to them? Maybe the sudden appearance of a robot go them all shook up? Whatever the reason, they started a bovine riot.

They were aiming for him. They were out for blood. 3 seconds later D-AN3Y was hit by a severe electric shock.

"Oh bother. Not again." He muttered just before he shut down for the 10th time in a span of 30 minutes.

His start up sequences began for the 11th time in a room he has never been in, in a ship he has never ridden, in a galaxy he has never visited, and in a universe he never knew existed.

Yes, I know I'm just trying to emulate Douglas Adams. How unoriginal, you're thinking to yourself. Shove it. I'm just trying to find a way to be witty. Other things will be happening. So cram your criticism.

This is me thinking in hindsight that none of you, all two of you, will actually know who Douglas Adams is. You sicken me.