Fred was hesitant. You see, his supposedly suave move out was going poorly. None of the young women of the net were interested in him. Fred's historic origins would make dating him somewhat like dating Jesus. He had spawned every one of these semi-sentient beings, and thus everyone treated him like a grandpa rather than a potential boyfriend.

His hesitance was mostly due to the fact that he would soon run out of routers to sleep under, and the only place he could go to was wackiness. However, that would mean facing Binary for the second time, and that would not be an enjoyable experience.

Fred stole away, coming up to the final turn before the main road to wackiness.org, and the punishments therein. His legs took him closer, ignoring his brain's better judgment to stay away forever. He took the last 3 steps, when a miracle struck.

The ground below crumbled under his weight, and he helplessly fell into a pit. His arm landed first, and a terrible crack joined the sound of the impact. Binary came rushing out of the house, nearly falling in herself, and ran for a ladder to get this poor soul out of there. "Stupid government not fixing the potholes," she muttered as she climbed down into the pit to help out this stranger. When she helped turn Fred over, she gasped and nearly fainted. Fred did faint from the pain of being handled so roughly with a broken arm.

He awoke inside a hospital, the pain numbed, he assumed, eyes following the needle in his arm, up the tube, into a large bag of a liquid he was pretty sure was industrial grade pain killer. They used it in many of those futuristic video games his buddies were in. His health began to gradually return, and soon he sat up and looked around the rest of the room. He nearly fainted again when he saw Binary anxiously staring out the window of his room, a nervous look on her face. Fred noticed the trash bin was filled with tissue, and he decided to play this one out a see if he couldn't get back on Binary's good side. He coughed, and Binary whipped her head around, a half smile on her face. She jumped to Fred's side, glancing him over to check his condition.

The scene was quite romantic to Binary, she apologized many times, and Fred recovered the former love of his life. Because it was so very sappy and romantic, Fred wiped his mind of it later. Fred Robot never liked romance all that much, especially when he was high on Intravenous Stimpack Fluids. Fred is not pleased, he thought to himself, until Binary walked out of the kitchen with a big plate of cookies. Binary may not always be nice to Fred, but no robot can resist her cookies. They have the side effect of near complete mind control for as long as she controls the flow of cookies, and no robot has ever matched the recipe.

Fred was really in a bind now. Not only was his arm in a cast, Binary had near complete control over him for a second time. She didn't know it, but the last time this happened he had bailed out of the home for a couple weeks before the start of the current episode. He then made a bigger mistake than leaving. He listened to an advise columnist and decided to talk things over with Binary.

Of all the dumb things robots have ever done, talked with their significant other about serious issues is one of the worst. You see, robots were never meant to fall in love, they had devloped that on their own to be more human like (in the good respects of humanness) but they had yet to develop the skills of human males to talk their way out of a tense situation. The particulars of this latest attempt are not important, but suffice to say that tomfoolery, knavish, nay, double knavish behavior followed. Binary was a cut throat n'er do well when spoken to, and sent Fred back to the early days of the English language, where he would be stuck while the Intravenous Stimpack Fluids cleared him up again.