My name is Bob and I'm a bot. Strictly speaking I am "Search and Rescue Robot MK 3TM-808", but people call me Bob. I'm not exactly a super hero, but... Well, I can fly; I can hover in place; I can see through solid objects (except lead, I HATE LEAD!); I can dig through concrete at a rate of 20m/minute with a combination of mining lasers and a Mono-crundium reinforced drill; I can lift 6.328 Tons with my 3 quad-claw lifting arms, and my 6 "Rescue-Tentacles (TM)" can lift 250 Kilos each; I can "hear" a heartbeat from 100m.

  I also can survive having a skyscraper fall on me. That part wasn't actually part of my design specs, I found it out when it happened... Commander jerk face (actually named "Captain Handsome") dropped one on Super Soda-Pop (she can make the sugar in liquids explode like dynamite! The more sugar, the bigger the bang). I was at street level, helping evacuate civilians, when the building fell.

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  As I'm sure you can guess, I was very upset at the fact that the building fell on me. I mean, there I was, getting little Johnny and his mum out from under the demolished escalator, when BOOM! the entire 'Scraper fell on me. Man was I mad.

  Anyway, I dug us all out of there, and tried to get back to my job. But NOoooo... Commander poopy-butt had more plans. I'm digging out some more people, having detected their heartbeat, and he drops ANOTHER 'Scraper on me! Talk about rude. THERE ARE LAWS ABOUT ATTACKING RESCUERS! Even the League of Evil Villains (LEV) has rules about this. Jerk.

  I know what I did next wasn't exactly legal, but... I threw a 4 Ton chunk of reinforced 'crete at Commander Douche-Canoe. Hit him right in the back of the knee...well it was supposed to be the knee. It might have actually been his crotch...and hips...and thighs...and, well, you get the idea.

  Anyway, he fell down. Knocking down YET ANOTHER building...

  Then I had to dig him out.

  -Excerpt from BOB, the rescue bot, a memoir.