Empathy

fanfiction about robot dragon character hooray
I'm going to sort out all the summary, cast, stuff later so onto the story!!!!!1!111!!!!!!!
==Prologue==
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==Chapter 1==
"Is it ready?"
"Is it working properly?"
"Will it work at all?"
Multiple dragons surrounded a machine, eyeing it with curiosity and wonder. For the past year, the dragons had been working on the very machine that stood before them. Now, it was finally- err... hopefully going to work and function, unlike many previous failed attempts. The machine was meant to look like a dragon, but it really looked like thousands of wires and cables connecting to various parts, joints, and two pairs of eyes. It had a metal disk on the right side of the chest that said Prototype TM.1, which stood for 'Therapy Machine.1'. One dragon flicked a bright green switch, located right next to the metal disk with the name of the machine. A short humming sounded from the inside of the machine, as if it was getting ready to start. But instead, it stayed still- as still as a statue, with no signs of life or power. 
One of the dragons stood back nervously at the sound of talonsteps behind him. He had bright yellow scales that faded to a scarlet and eventually to a teal blue. He had a black tail barb, as well as a brightly colored RainWing frill. Turning his long, yellow neck, he saw a tall, skinny NightWing making their way towards him.
"F-Futurereader! T-there seems to b-b-be a, umm, p-problem with Prototype TM.1. He j-just lays there, waiting for s-s-something." he stuttered, gazing up at tall, dark blue dragon next to him.
Futurereader sighed, shaking his dark blue head. "Don't you ever listen to our meetings, Humidity? Prototype TM.1 will only wake up if a certain word is spoken- specifically by me. The word is Heartrate." He spoke, his ear twitching at a buzz and clink coming from Prototype TM.1.
The robot's eyes opened, each eye having one, skinny reddish orange pupil and a navy blue sclera. The pupils looked similar to vital signs, going across the eyes horizontally and moving diagonally both up and down. It slowly rose, moving itself into a seating position. Humidity gasped, his head snapping towards the machine. The dragons around Prototype TM.1 all stood back in awe as the machine slowly turned it's head to face Futurereader. 
"Hello there, Futurereader." the machine spoke in a warm, kind voice. It smiled brightly, though it's eyes were blank and emotionless, as if they belonged to a dead dragon. The dragons surrounding the machine all suddenly broke into excitement, whooping and laughing, saying things like 'It worked!' and 'Finally!'. Futurereader smiled back, though hid something behind his smile. Humidity thought it was about the fact that the machine's eyes appeared to be emotionless and dead. Futurereader moved toward the robot and turned to face the crowd of happy dragons. 
"While this is a major accomplishment, and I would like to thank each and every one of you all for making this happen, it still needs some patching up and perfecting. You may all take the rest of the day of. Return to your families, and tell them about this machine. Hopefully, in the not too far future, this machine will help those in mental need, and dose them back to a state of well being. Thank you, once again!" Futurereader exclaimed, beaming with pride when he finished. Everyone cheered once more. 
Soon, around sunset, when everyone had gone home, Futurereader sat down next to the machine. He had a stern and focused expression on his face. Flicking the bright green switch on the prototype, the machine suddenly went limp, and fell backwards. Futurereader caught the machine at the last second, and carried the dragon onto a desk. Despite being inactive, the machine held the same smile from earlier on it's face. Taking off the metal disk on the machine, Futurereader flipped the disk over and scratched something else on the metal, much to the dismay of his ears. When he was finished, he put the metal disk back on the machine, this time saying Heartrate. He sighed, seating himself. 
"One day, you'll help the lives of others- possibly even save them. But I don't think that's going to happen. Not yet." he said. Futurereader turned, packed up the messy papers on the desk next to him, and exited the room, not glancing back.
The machine's smile faded.
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