L. Trisees in The Robot That Loved (part1)

Who: TriseesWhere: Docking BayWhen: after the away team have left.---------------------
  Trisees, still carrying the jar with the brain inside, reached the meeting point, Starbug Bay 2, where he expected to find the rest of the crew going with him and cerebrum on the bug hunt.

  He growled in annoyance to see that a Starbug, loaded with supplies and crew members, had left already, on a mission codenamed: Lets Find That Bug.
  "They left without me, Cleavage and Cerebrum left without telling them I was coming?!" he queried incredulously. "Well frell them, FRELL ALL OF THEM. I don’t need this crew, I’m happy on my own, and from this point on, the Medibay and Supply field B, shall be the ONLY places I’ll ever step foot in again!" He declared at the top of his voice.
  "Come on," he said to the brain, staring at the multitude of wires and electrodes that passed into the soft organ. "Lets find out who you were."
Some Time Later
  Trisees stood patiently as the doors to Supply Field B slowly parted. As they opened, a breeze of stale, feted air washed over him and he smiled and inhaled deeply.
  "Ah, it’s good to be home," he smiled, stepping from the elevator and walking along the platform to his home. As he reached the end of the platform, he looked over the edge at his invention gallery. Trisees stopped and nearly dropped the brain from shock.
  "What in the world?" he asked, nearly silently. A large heavy frown erupted over his features and he stormed to the lift and hit the down button more times than necessary. As the lift plunged downwards, he continued to stare at, or rather what was left of, his home and inventions. The whole place was destroyed. His home has nearly crumpled, his inventions had been broken and scattered through the creation area. The only things to remain untouched with the millions of rows of supplies. Everything in his living radius has been demolished.
  "This was my home, these were my possessions! WHY ARE THEY BROKEN?!" he shouted at the tops of his lungs. He quietened down after another few minutes of so anger release and began stalking up and down the creation yard, in and out of wires.
  "I need to calm, to rectify this, to fix the problems. Then it’ll all be good," he said smoothly. "Just calm."
  He set the brain down on the one solid table, and walked over to the furthest pile of electronics. "At least it all looks salvageable," he mused, gathering an armful of wires and circuit boards.
  As he transported the wires to the parts heap, his eyes glanced at the brain again, and he stopped in mid stance. His eyes travelled from the brain, to the parts, to the brain and then back to the parts. His look of exasperation transformed itself magically into one of elation and he laughed.
  "Am I the evil, scientist genius, or am I the evil scientist genius?!" he asked the empty supply field, his voice echoing around the large expanse. "I have me, a plan!"
Some More Time Later
  Trisees picked up a wrench and began tightening a loose screw on the new machine that lay in front of him. He dropped the wrench, picked up a hammer, and began ironing out a few dents that he’d only just spotted. He wanted this machine to be perfect, and so far, it looked that way.
  In front of him lay a robot. Not just any old Asimov robot, but a ‘Trisees’ robot. He’d been working on it for what seemed like days, and the lack of a working clock hadn’t helped him keep time. But he didn’t care, it’d been a painstakingly slow process, but one which looked like it could work.
  The robot body looked human, despite the entire skin being a layer of wires, cables, LEDs and electrodes. It was normal human height, and even had a normal sized head. The only thing missing from it, was gender. He had no idea who the brain was, but this new body was designed to find out. All he had to do, was place the brain in the special protective receptacle inside the head, and the robot would begin functioning, using the brainwave and electric signals from the wires and electrodes already connected to the brain. He was such a genius that sometimes he astounded himself.
  Trisees took the jar from the still solid table and gingerly carried it over the robot body. Putting on a pair of gloves and spraying the inside of the robot’s head with disinfectant, he poured a little of the liquid inside the jar into the receptacle until it was filled halfway. Then, taking the brain itself between VERY careful fingers, he switched it from the jar into the robot’s head. He breathed a sigh of relief as it rested down gently into the liquid. He took the electrodes and began connecting them all to the various other leads, and poured a little more liquid into the new robot brain, until it was as full as it would go, and then, after disinfecting the top of the robot’s head, he secured the lid on.
  The brain was now locked air tightly inside of the robot.
  Preparing himself for the reaction, he flicked the small ‘disable’ switch on the side of the robot’s head, and waited.
  There were a few moments silence, followed by a slight whirring. The robot’s eyes seemed to light up to a dullish yellow, and it’s jaw moved slowly.
  "Where am I?" it said, it’s voice heavily computerised.
<To Be Continued…>