Description from original post (created 2013-10-02 11:38):
I am probably going to update this skin before the judging starts because I don't really like how I did it.
Miras (or M1R-A5 , which was printed on his left arm) was a lonely robot. Miras was one of the first M1R robots, a new line of robots that were said to change the star sector. They could speak over two-thousand languages including the extinct dialects of Zalgien and V'huite. These synthetic humans were to be used for all kinds of things. Security, service, cleaning, translating, even delivering parcels!
These robots were made of a new metal found on the fifth moon of Vhakai. Said to withstand anything even a Khrelan Atom Laser!. It was in their programing to enforce the law, compliment you, or take orders.
Here is where Miras comes in. The first batch of M1R robots was flying through the Remada trade route, on it's way to the highly populated planet of Zeta Rhonda. Each robot is packed tightly into it's own compartment on the huge Cargo Star Sailer (C S.S.). But due to Miras being the last compartment to board the ship, and the utter stupidity of one the the crew members, Miras was misplaced and put into the rubbish chute. The ship crew had to dispose of their trash somehow, so they shot the trash out right over the uninhabited planet of Argosa.
Miras's packing compartment crashed into the Argosian desert with a bang. The compartment flew apart while the robot's body was completely unscratched. The only thing that was damaged was Mira's programming chip. *Bweeep*. Suddenly, Miras's green eyes illuminated. The chrome robot looked around confused. He tried picking himself up, but stopped when he noticed the the bold print on his left arm.
"Miras.", the robot said to himself.
Miras still had all his knowledge. It was his programming that he had lost in the crash. He had all this knowledge, and he did not know what to do with it. Instead, Miras now wanders the desolate Argosian plains, searching for someone.