C3PO
It was common sense that droids had trouble understanding human emotions. This true was even more old that space travel, when the now lengend Dr. Asiac estipulated the laws that would control what would be the future droids.
What no one semed to be able to explain was why some droids acted so much like humans. Their human makers, without doubt, gave them some traits, but could never achieve the art of giving them true emotions. Logic seemed to fill the their neutronic brains and beings.
But sometimes a droid would act too humanly. C3PO was one of those droids. Along with is communication skills, he could bable with no end and act so cowardly that would make human top coward brave just not to be compared with him.
And when he was alone he had dreams. Dreams of being great. Dreams of being something he was not programed to be. R2D2 said one time that he had inherit a part of his Makers ego. He didn’t understood, he started to ask, but the small droid, went away with a bipping that sounded like cursing. R2 cursed a lot when alone with him….
Right now he was in front of a big mirror, at Solo’s residence. Not that
he needed one. He could see himself perfectly well without a mirror. He just
had to pass that image. But somewhat he liked to do that.
He posed. In his electronic brain he was shinning and was eveloped in satin and velvet. Surrounding him were Ewoks, wearing his sigil, a shinning pin with his portrait. They were the ones that had seen the power in him. They were is people. Who could tell that such small fury being, with such a primitive form of comunication would be so smart and inteligent?
At his feet Solo was bending and asking him forgiveness and begguing for him telling him the odds of being in his good side again. Solo was crying. Humble. Small. Broken.
Master Luke was awaiting his order to put him back at the dugeons. Master Luke was good for him. The one who had always recognized his power.
In his awaken dream he sat on a throne and gave a good though about what to do. He could be cruel, but he liked to be great and good too. He prepared to talk:
“Pi ti ki lo gi ti"
“R2. What are you doing here? You scared me.”
Reality called him in the form of R2.
“What do you mean about me being naked and without an eye. R2, you should get your circuits cleaned more often. I think you alucinate sometimes.”
With that C3PO left the room. Already thinking about what to do with Solo. R2 was left alone in the room. He shake is top domo and made a sound that could be confused with a snort.
TBC