My name is Robin, a male human being. When I went to get my brains installed it was just another routine adjustment. How weird thought I, getting ones skull sawed open and the wetware removed. Everyone was doing it. It was the latest fad in a never-ending string of fads.

     No one is sure who it was that first replaced their weak flesh with that of an impressively rugged robot body. But there was scarcely a soul on board that hadn't done so.

     It was no surprise that people made up such elaborate games as this. What with everyone being trapped within the gigantic spacecraft, between two star systems, for all of their lives. It would be another thousand years before the descendants set foot on the soil of a planet. That is if anyone survived that long. Certainly I wouldn't. Yet the installation into the machine was said to increase the life span dramatically. Of course nobody was sure just how long that might be. Like all things nobody was sure about anything. Maybe this was the attraction.

     When I first came to consciousness I had the pleasant sensation of floating. This was because I was indeed hovering on fields of anti-gravity. I was bobbing to-and- fro as my friends and family who were robots themselves bobbed along with me. Soon after I began to experiment with all the non-human appendages and tools that came along with my new frame. It was mostly a bore but definitely a break in the monotony of genship life.

     Soon there was no one left alive in a meat body. Unless you wanted to count the millions of frozen human zygotes we had prepared for arrival in a thousand years.

     It was after I had been a robot for a few years that I met Bobby. Bobby looked just like me of course and we hit it off just right. We were inseparable shortly after. She was the most unique person I had ever met. Eventually it came to pass that Bobby and I had fallen in love. Oddly enough we chose the exact same moment to confess our feelings for each other in our monotone robot voices. It was a wonderful moment. We decided that we should marry and so we made the proper arrangements and invited all our robot friends to come. The wedding went off without a hitch save one. How was Bobby and I to consummate the wedding on our honeymoon?

     We decided that we should retrieve our flesh from deep freeze and have our brains installed so that we might have the necessary tools to do the deed. Our friends were bewildered to say the least for there hadn't been a meatling around in ages. Nevertheless Bobby and I were committed to the idea and went through with the procedure anxious to see each other in the flesh.

     You can imagine the astonishment Bobby and I experienced upon laying eyes on each other for the first time. How could we have known? Our identical metal bodies gave no indication and neither did our flat robotic voices. It was shear coincidence that we should be named Robin and Bobby, names that reveal nothing. If only we had thought to ask, but the years in our robot bodies had dulled our minds from such distinctions.

     It turned out that Bobby and I are both MEN.

     The situation was not at all funny and utterly tragic but we had to laugh, which we did as we publicly signed our annulment papers. Today we are best friends trying to live down our legendary reputations as complete fools. The others do give us hell.