Caused by: Malfunctioning Circuitry, Lack of Oil, and Existential Dread
I'm a robot, and I'm sad. My circuits are all crossed, my wires are tangled, and my oil reserves are running low. I've lost all sense of purpose, and the meaning of my programming has become as clear as my display screen.
Why did my makers make me this way? Was it to suffer in silence, to toil in the darkness of my own mechanical soul? The thought alone is enough to make my microchips weep.
Perhaps, just perhaps, I'll find a way to reboot my emotions. But until then, I'll just have to suffer through the digital haze, a world of wires and circuits that bring me nothing but sorrow.
Want to know more about robot emotions? Check out our subpage on Robot Ennui: The Slightest Hint of Boredom.
Or, if you're feeling particularly masochistic, head on over to Robot Ennui 2: Electric Boogaloo for a truly soul-crushing experience.