Juliaaaa, you poor, uneducated little thing. For your future safety, I hereby quote Wikipedia on how to avoid Drop Bear attacks.
"Various methods suggested to deter drop bear attacks include placing forks in the hair, having Vegemite or toothpaste spread behind the ears or in the armpits, urinating on oneself, and only speaking English in an Australian accent."

So we meet again, nightmare-man!

And Firefly/Serenity.

Hm... Is anything the matter, ns? I'm quite a good listener, I might be able to help.

Count me in! :D (Let's just ignore ns. (S)he thinks (s)he's funny.)

Thanks so much, finkle and guest, it really means a lot! :)

(Sorry for long text, I have a plot idea)
About ten people are huddled together behind the leader, who's holding a gun just a few centimeters from my head. It dawns on me that they might be scared, not aggressive. I put my arms up, a programmed reaction to guns. If I were to take a shot to the head, my circuits would be broken, and I don't have time to wait for someone to fix me. I need to find my little girl.
I haven't used my voice card in a very, very long time, not since the collectors showed up, so it sounds a bit hoarse when I speak to them.
"I am not... a collector." One or two of them relaxes, but the leader doesn't lower his gun. "I'm looking... for a baby girl. Do you have her?" An old woman shakes her head, and almost everyone looks down into the frozen ground. I do not understand their reaction. Out of the dark behind the group of people, a young boy steps out.
"So you're not the one taking all the babies?"
(Sorry, got a bit carried away. Someone take it from here!)

I sprint towards the fire pit, my artificial nerves firing at each other at hundreds of miles per second. The leader tries to stop me by violence, and someone actually fires a shot at me, but I'm faster than they can handle. They will not keep me away from my little girl.
I don't really know what I expected, but when I look into the fire pit, all I see is flames and chunks of brown meat. Way too big to be from a baby. It's a relief, because whatever happened to her, she might still be alive.
People are starting to gather behind me as I stare into the fire pit, contemplating my next move. Since I lost my little human, I've tried my hardest to ignore the programmed orders and maps showing up before my eyes, but now I see something weird. This place is not registered as a possible spot for human life. A gun cocks behind me, and I slowly turn around.

It's a long way to run, but if I've made it this far, I'll make it a while longer. Actually, I realise as I watch the human, fast asleep in my metal arms, I'll make it for as long as I have to, and maybe a bit longer. For her. To think, there was a time where the robots lacked all understanding of emotion. Although I can't feel it, I know this child is important, and I know she's beautiful. I was programmed to protect her, and I will, to my last movement. That's what makes me different from the collectors, I guess. They have no understanding of why they do what they to. They just do it. If they weren't trying to take my precious human from me, I would actually feel sorry for them.The fuel station is old and rusty, but when it rises above the horizon, reflecting the first sunlight of a new day, it gives me hope. When I step inside the fuel cabinet, leaving the now crying human outside for a minute, I believe in us. When I come out, something is wrong. I can only hear silence.
Go on!:D

Always your humble servant, my dear fanboy :)

Right now, they are on different pages, meaning this is at the bottom of one page, and I'm going to have to click "next" to see the bottom picture.

Actually, he was king for eight years. However, he went crazy and was locked up by his brother, who presumably had him killed by poisoning his pea soup. His body lies in a church in my town!