ROBOT CLINIC
Welcome to the infamous Robot Clinic, Nightingale Avenue, High Flyer, Celeste.
"We're Nuts for your Bolts"
Hi I'm Dr. Buckley, your friendly proprietor of RC along with my business partner, CH4RL13. You can follow our stories on the link above where we show an array of the amazing and sometimes unbelievable robots, cyborgs and machines that we bring back to life through firmware updates, physical mechanical maintenance and repair, and a good old hot oil bath in 'Mom's Old Fashioned Robot Oil'. (Incredible stuff, it really is)
We also often go out into the deepest, darkest places of Celeste to recover stranded droids and 'borgs to, so if your Bot goes for a wander, just give us your homing code and we'll book in a time to retrieve your prized possessions!
′Mad‵ Dr. Buckley, the resident mechanic, is loved and trusted by certain cyborgs and renowned for his knack for bringing faulty machines back to life - which isn’t always the safest idea.
- Features
- Gives patients batteries instead of lollipops.
- Very popular for their pro bono cybernetic health care which is what originally drew Dr. Buckley’s now partner, a cyborg boxer named CH4RL13, to get his first check up.
- At approximately every ten to fifteen minutes, the Doctor exclaims 'Dagnabbit!' for various reasons.
Sub Types
- Shop
- Mechanic
- Unofficial Music Venue
A new Year in Celeste and beyond – by Dr. Buckley of Robot Clinic
It’s tradition for us every year, for the first week our doors and services at Robot Clinic close to allow us take some time to explore the city properly and get to know our fellow Celestians. I look forward so much to this as I get to experience all things weird and wonderful along the streets and stacks of the Genesis City and meet some amazing characters along the way. Here’s what happened this year…
Bombers of Celeste
Crawling back to Robot Clinic after a heavy night with CH4RL13 on NYE down at Boysnoize, I did the usual retina scan to enter my building and as I went to go inside, I spotted a tiny but immediately recognisable stencil logo of Graffiti Club: Monkey Business on the heavy metal doors. Their famed calling card.
Two nights later I’m traversing down the dimly lit steps to their place at the agreed time and something jumps on my back whilst covering my head with a cloth hood reeking of overpowering paint and chemicals. Panicked and confused, the hood is removed an I’m inside what I assume is the lobby of the Monk-3 lair. Faced with a posse of hooded, faceless street writers with hands covered in spray paint, I feel privileged to be here, if somewhat uneasy, no doubt just the way they like things.
The walls in this place are constantly changing and have a kind of vibrant translucent character to them. As you get closer, you move into a 360 immersive graffiti environment with colours I never knew existed, including the ‘Blackest of Black’ paint, infused with all the elements of Celeste to form portals which teleport you to all of their historic ‘Bomb site’ pieces around the City. This truly is a next-gen art gallery experience that if you are lucky enough to see, you’ll never forget. Their work now randomly appears in my dreams since my visit, which I’m eternally grateful for. Hopefully it’s a sign our Clinic gets ‘Bombed’ one day.
Speeder bike Consultation
I’ve been thinking for a while of getting another speeder bike, so I paid a visit down to Swallow’s End in Lower Depths to chat with the guys down a Cool Wheels and see what they had in stock and in the pipeline. After a quick consultation, they have persuaded me to part with my soft clay and order a custom street cruiser with Ape Bars, retractable low rider style rims and oversized sidecar with suicide doors! They are also throwing in a cloaking package that when parked up, makes the bike invisible, saving me money on soft clay parking fees (Well that’s how I’ve justified it to myself!)
Although their drinking vessels could to with a good scrub in the grimy workshop kitchen, the instant coffee here is surprisingly good, thanks guys. I can’t wait to pick up my Cool Wheels!
Croctails and Dreams
I spent an evening catching up with Silver Snake at Crocodilia on his awesome roof terrace, putting the universe to rights over a few Moondowner cocktails.
This guy knows how to hustle, he’s got his eyes on all kinds of new ventures, some of which are hair-brained schemes, others are genius if he can pull them off! We hit a few strikes on his prototype extending bowling alley which if you throw a gutterball, your bowling ball will end up deep in the Calypso seas. Luckily, he has an amphibious pet (no idea what the heck it is) who will quickly return said bowling ball in return for a bag of kale flakes. Good to see you, Snake, keep on that hustle, brother!