I have no idea why this sentence makes me laugh, but I feel like you were trying superhard to fluff and but just nosedived into tragedy at the end. 'It wasn't awful all the time, what more do you want from me, Bard?"

I might have given myself a nosebleed from the strain to try and fluff. But! I do know that the fic will conclude in the present(ish) time and will be nicer. Not straight fluff but not straight angst either? It's the best I've got.

He's the Arthur Shappey of the robot world.

OMG the most perfect description ever of DUM-E!