Role Model

"United States Immigration and Naturalization Service?" Xander stood looking at the thick, official looking manila envelope that sat on the coffee table in the middle of the Summers' residence living room, "Dawn, what's this about?"

"I don't know." His young friend replied from upstairs, "It arrived this morning, and it's addressed to B. Summers."

"What would Buffy want with the INS?" Xander asked as his curiosity got the better of him and he opened the envelope. He was surprised when a passport and naturalization papers fell out. He looked at them intently, and his jaw dropping open, "Dawn, where's Buffybot?"

"In the celler, I think." The teenager came down the stairs, running a hand through her still damp hair, "Willow said it was better to let it run all the time rather than have to shut it down and start it back up again..."

"It's 'her', not 'it'," Xander held up the passport and citizenship certificates, "and that's official."

"What?" Dawn grabbed the paper and looked at them as she made her way down the steppes into the basement.

Xander whistled when he saw the room: it had been redecorated since he'd last been down there. The walls had been covered over with plasterboard, the floor covered with carpet tiles and a lampshade covered what had been a simple eclectic bulb hanging from the ceiling. He had to admit it; it looked good, even from a professional viewpoint. His eye caught the posters and framed newspaper front-pages that hung off the walls: they all showed the same image again and again. There was a slights whirring sound, and Xander looked down to see a small, silver robot make its way across the floor.

"Buffybot?" Xander called out, not seeing her anywhere, "Where are you?"

"Here!" The chirpy robot stepped out of a small walk-in wardrobe under the stairs, "Do you need me to slay something?"

"Not right now..." Xander waved a hand around to take in the entire room, "Where did you get the money for all this?"

"I work!" Buffybot almost bounced up and down with glee, "Spike told me that there are men who will pay to have sexual intercourse with someone who looks like me. He helps me find them, and we split the money."

"I can so not have just heard you say that." Dawn shuddered. She held out the passport and naturalization papers, "These arrived for you."

"Yay!" Buffybot clapped her hands together before grabbing the papers and jumping up and down, "I am now officially a citizen of the United States of America!"

"When did you even apply?" Xander asked, trying to get his mind off of the previous revelation about what the robot was up to when she wasn't slaying vampires, "How is it even possible?"

"As of 1988 it is." Buffybot smiled, point at one of the posters hanging on the wall, "Johnny Five; first robotic citizen and my hero. It was his heroic and heart-warming story that gave me the courage to embrace my life."

"She's been watching way too many episodes of Passions." Xander muttered, before taking a closer look at the poster, "Hey, I remember that: he was all over the news for a year or two when I was a kid."

"I don't regencies him." Dawn looked unimpressed, "What was it, some movie?"

"What do they teach you in school these days?" Xander shook his head, "Johnny Five: he was some government prototype robot that got hit by lightning or something and became self-aware. I don't remember the details, but he got made a citizen back in '88."

"And now I have followed in his caterpillar-tracks." Buffybot clutched her passport to her chest, "One day, I'm going to meet him."

"This is just too weird." Xander shook his head, heading back up the stairs, "I'm going to go get drunk and try and forget about all of this."

The End

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