The Wild Robot

Fink: [clears throat.] Allow me to introduce myself. Fink: predator and local goose expert, which I know you could use right about now. Roz: You are the destroyer unit! Fink: It's okay, I won't eat him. Fink: Are you crazy?! I might eat him! Roz: You said you would not. Fink: Do you believe everything you hear? Roz: Yes. Fink: [chuckles] Noted... Roz: Why did you steal my gosling? Fink: I'm a fox. I do foxy things, it's in my nature. Roz: Your programming? Fink: Why'd you help me? Roz: [places the gosling on her shoulder] I'm a robot. I do robot-y things. I seek tasks and ensure all essential needs have been met or exceeded. Fink: I have some essential needs! Fink and Gosling: Aww! Roz: Fink, as a local goose expert, how do I get... [picks up the gosling and nods her head at him while making an "mmm" sound] ...to Eat, Swim, Fly? Fink: [chuckles] I'd thought you'd never ask.

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Fink: What's that? Roz: My power core. It is damaged. Without it, I rely on my solar surfaces and batteries. Fink: Yeah, you should work on that. [he eats another clam then burps] Roz: I also need a replacement transmitter. Fink: Ugh, do I have to do everything? When we come across another robot, we'll kill it... [he smashes two clams together as he says this, before eating them and continuing with his mouth full] ...and take its transmitter. Roz: Negative. Rozzum inhibition protocols prevent deliberate harm to others. Fink: Look, you need to learn how things work on this island. Fink: Me, the bear, everybody, we're all just trying to survive. [he pulls the claws off the boiled crab's body] And kindness is not a survival skill. Fink: Yeah, so, uh, how'd you get a gosling anyway? Roz: There was an accident. I terminated his family. Fink: For future reference, you probably want to keep all that to yourself. Roz: Understood: Do not mention dead family. Fink, how long do you estimate Swim

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Fink: Seriously? He needs room for me and my stuff! Fink: Better. Now, you can make one this big, right? Roz: No task is impossible for Rozzum 7134. Gosling: Roz... three... seven, three, four? Roz: [in a gentle tone] But you can call me Roz. Gosling: Roz! [giggles] Roz! Roz! Roz! Roz!

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Fink: His name can't have numbers! It's like someone didn't even like him! Roz: My name has numbers. Fink: It's got to be personal! Gosling: Personal! Roz: Processing personal... Roz: Bright. Bill. Brightbill! [She holds out her hand and the gosling climbs onto it once more.] Is that satisfactory? Brightbill: Brightbill? [He straightens up, pretending to be a robot.] Processing... beep, beep, boop boop! [He gives a little jump and a smile.] Satisfactory!

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Brightbill: Scanning. [looks from left to right robotically before he notices a squirrel eating some acorns, then starts making beeping sounds] Possible animal friend sighted. [crouches, mimicking a robotic whoosh as he does so, before moving his wings back and forth like a machine] Activating interspecies outreach protocol. Brightbill: Hello! Bonjour! Hujambo! I am Gosling 0186, but you can call me Bright- Brightbill: I expected to have at least one friend by summer but they all just- Roz: Scream and run? Brightbill: [smiles back at her] Yes! Roz: I have experienced the same phenomenon. Roz: Fink? Fink: [sarcastically] Beats me. Nothing weird about you two. Roz: Thank you.

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