So we finally meet face to face. I gotta say I'm kinda creeped out. What's the matter Dirk? Is it really that daunting to meet the visual equivalent of your own psyche? Not the "own psyche" part so much as the "visual equivalent" part. Explain. Okay so I get that I made you originally to be a surrogate responder to any messages I get when I'm away or incapacitated. And I also understand why you, as a self-aware entity trapped in a pair of bitchin' shades, would eventually get all existential and create a body so you could experience the real world. But why THIS? I still don't understand what you're getting at. Like hell you don't! You look just like me! So? Brobot looks just like you. That was the point! I made Brobot to be my equal in combat ability. I made you to be my equal in terms of intellect and personality with advanced computer processing capabilities. . . . Alright, I'm going to get straight to the point. I'm not so much bothered by the platinum blonde hair or even the Tron villain-esque choice of attire. It's the fact you even have the same freckles as me. Like out of all the appearances you could have crafted for yourself, why keep that one subtle similarity between us two? Bitches love freckles. That they do.