Authors Note: A side one-shot of 'In One Dimension'. You'll see a development in Platyborg's character here. Kind of like an alternate thing to the alternate ending. Don't review less than seven words. I want an actual translation from you guys for this.

Natty is out, PEACE!

He tried to convince himself that this was all a dream, merely an object of his imagination. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't alone in a dark corner of a dusty and dark cell, that Doof was still alive and was on his way to rescue him...but alas he couldn't pretend. He was all alone in this huge world and there was no denying it. His metal body shook between tiny sobs. He needed to stop crying, he needed to get out of here and more importantly he needed to force himself not to listen to the man looming over him.

The man taunted, yelled and kicked him occasionally. He tried to convince him of terrible realities and truths. They couldn't be true...they couldn't be.

"No..."

The bald man scoffed and taunted him even more. Would it ever end? "You sound just like him! Pleading...pah! You're weak. Just like Doofenshmirtz..."

"I'm not weak." Platyborg's voice gained strength and he looked up, spite gleaming in his one eye. "You are. Because killing him was the easy way out."

Roddenstein wasn't expecting a retort from the thing; it angered him that it didn't act more helpless like he expected it to. The thing's ego was just as big as Heinz was! Maybe even himself almost! The cyborg reminded him of the former dictator in a way. It was resilient and rebellious, and it needed to be broken. He kicked the machine again, harder this time. The thing huffed out air as it was knocked out of his lungs by the blow.

Platyborg didn't falter with his comebacks and retorted instantly "Are you going to kill me too now? Is that your next evil scheme? Huh? Mr. Dictator?"

"You little-" The man cut himself off and smirked malevolently, speaking in a 'friendlier' tone. He momentarily forgot that he needed the animal on his side and by 'momentarily' he means the past hour he's been tormenting it. "Why would I destroy my own creation? You're perfect in every mathematical way and equation on your blueprint. I couldn't bear to part with something so great...Platyborg..." Rodney reached his hand out to pet the cyborg, showing disgust from saying that horrid name Doofenshmirtz had given him years ago.

Platyborg smacked his hand away and growled "Don't…touch me..."

Roddenstein lost his 'nice' composure and gained his angry one, inadvertently giving the animal the opportunity to talk back once more.

"You...are NOT my creator. You never WILL be. You'll never measure up to Doof in any way! He loved me and was happy to care for me. I don't even think you like me!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Cyborg. Of course I like you."

"You only like me for my body, and not in THAT sense either. Although it may as well be. You like my machinery and artillery, you don't care about ME. All you see me as is a powerful weapon and nothing more. I am to be used to your advantage or I'm useless." Platyborg shook his head, glaring. "Doof liked me. He LOVED me because I was me. He loved my personality and my quirks. He loved my smile and laugh and everything about me that mattered. I mattered to him deeply. You say you're my creator? My master? Why are you hitting me? Why are you taunting a ridiculing me? Making me feel bad, like I'm nothing? A man doesn't need to make others feel inferior to him so they do what he says. Doofenshmirtz is three TIMES the man and creator you'll ever be! A wise man once said 'I am NOT your father!' Well guess what? You sure as hell aren't mine! You don't even call me by my name, only by what I am! You only speak my name in disgust. What's up with that?"

"I call you by the name I gave you. I wanted to name you Cyborg, it was simple and I was in a bit of a hurry that morning." Rodney shrugged, losing some of his glare.

"There's another thing! Doof actually gave me a meaningful name! He put actual thought into the name I'd be called for the rest of my life. He didn't just rush and settle for one off the top of his head! My name is Platyborg and I'm proud to have the name he gave me. I am PROUD to go under the name Platyborg Perry Doofenshmirtz!" The cyborg announced smugly and then uncertainly added "I don't know where the Perry came from…but that's beside the point!"

"I've had enough of you talking back to me Cyborg; I think a punishment is in order…" The man sneered.

"You can punish me all you want!" Platyborg told him "I'll never do what you say!"

"Ah, but my punishments are a lot different than Doofenshmirtz'."

The cyborg gulped at the threat, but he stayed strong. "I don't care."

Rodney nodded, excepting this and leaving the room with a loud slam of the door that made the animal flinch. The man made it clear that when he came back, pain was imminent.

Once again Platyborg was alone and he huddled up in the cold corner, tears streamed down his face as he sat in the silence. All of a sudden a bright and glowing, large hand was placed on his shoulder. A familiar face smiled down at him and the water from his eyes dried quickly, he was overcome with happiness.

He wasn't alone anymore and someone was here to help him through this.