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One more year has passed, and once again I'm sitting here, writing up words to celebrate the Anniversary of my city. My Robocity. Yes, mine. It's not a surprise, after all, that I feel Robocity as mine: every Robocitan does. Because that we are: Robocitans. This place has one particular magic, that of mingling our feelings into one only, letting everyone's heart become Robocity's heart, and viceversa. My soul is Robocity's soul. Not just a place to live in, then. Robocity is not just an object set in a space-time continuity; Robocity is an ideal, a soul, an experience that teaches its disciples the truth behind the words "life" and "love". I

Today’s February 15th of 2008. Fourteen years have passed since Robocity was built to give refuge to abandoned robots. I wasn’t even born, back then, but this is my city, this is the world I learned to love and appreciate, a place I feel I belong to. Today’s the 14th Anniversary of the Foundation of Robocity, and I’m just a five years old child. I wish I was born far before 2002, so to see it grow, but this didn’t happen, so I can only share what my few years of life let me share. Robocity is famous between outsiders. People (humans) come over to visit almost every day, some of them are scared by the sight of so many

You surround me with your motherly arms You gift me any day with innocent joy You keep me safe against any harms Your teach me that a friend is more precious than a toy. You are Robocity, the place where I was born Teaching me how life can be more painful than a torn Sometimes… but I never loose the hope and the love Because those are the only forces that make Life move.

When people say 'Robocitan' they immediately put a picture together in their minds, a picture that inspires trustworthiness and friendliness: a picture of an Experimental Robot. Doesn't matter who the robot is, if it's a Leader's face or that of an ordinary citizen of Robocity: people associate Robocity with Experimental Robots. In a way, that would be true, since upon its foundation, our city was inhabited of Exp. Robots only. BUT. With the years passing, Robocity has began to get intercultural and not so one-faced anymore. Military Robots, humans and ordinary robots of any kind have come to live here, becoming active part of our society. Th

Delicate flower that never dies Not even when the fatal day will come Because always will live into her son’s Heart

My best friend is still a baby. Yah. Well, a toddler. His name is Lift Aid Resfire. Our friendship began by case, last summer. I was sitting under a tree playing PSP in the park of Robocity. Then suddenly I saw this little 2 years old red and white robot approaching me, and asking: “Why are you so alone?” I almost startled, but then I saw it was just a kid and told him: “Well, I don’t have many friends…” (which was true, back then). So the child asked: “Can I be your friend?” I was happy that someone wanted to be my friend, so I said yes :3 Then he took my hand and led me to a corner of the park, whe

Sometimes I wonder why my mom named me Dorian as a middle name. I mean, why a middle name in the first place? Wasn’t Rayner enough? No, she had to put her human footprint on my persona. Well, screw it, she could have chosen a better name. I hate to be called Dorian, and I thank the skies that she’s the the only one to call me that. She named me Dorian because that’s her favorite book protagonist’s name, in “The Picture of Dorian Gray“. To her misfortune, I highly despise that book, and I despise the protagonist even more. A character that’s so full of himself, so persuaded that the only thing that counts in