A man of action is sexy and over the years, Robo, you have thrown yourself bodily into many a scrap with little more than a Webley Mark VI or a Lightning Gun in hand. The way you use your violence takes my breath away as you shrug off gunshot wounds and explosions. You have fought in wars, flown—and crashed—planes, defeated terrorists, Nazis, and wizards alike, traveled to space to rescue lives, and you always place the safety of others before your own and look good doing it.
But, you're not just a pair of beautifully crafted, steel-clad arms and a barrel chest; you know how to use your brain whether that's explaining why time travel is impossible, inventing a brand new form of math and discovering the fifth cardinal direction, or brilliantly defeating an enemy through the use of science. You hold more degrees than most and head the most successful experimental science division on the planet. And, oh, that charming wit. No matter how dire the situation, you're always prepared to crack a joke and always manage to bring a smile to my face. Whether engaging in some gunslinging or back in the lab discovering alternate dimensions, you make every situation fun, Robo.
I admit, I have a bit of a thing for older men and though you may not have the graying temples to go with it, your rich history stretches back 90 years, and you show no signs of running out of energy anytime soon. Hearing your stories takes me back to those faraway times and places where you were a very different man: naïve in your youth and beholden to Tesla, arrogant and heroic during World War II, inventive and determined as you started your own company from scratch. Seeing these different eras and situations through your bright, blue eyes has made me appreciate them all the more. No matter how many stories you've told me, there always seems to be just one more fantastic adventure you're saving for a special occasion.
It's said a man can be judged by the company he keeps, and the quality of your friends and enemies is impeccable. The Action Scientists of Tesladyne are the bravest and smartest men and women ever. And, of course, you've brushed brains with the most brilliant scientists over the years including Carl Sagan, Stephen Hawking, and, of course, Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla, and have directly worked with some and competed against others. That's nothing to say about the more rough and tumble company you've kept, like the famous vigilante, Jack Tarot, or the plucky, all-girl fighter group the She-Devils. You have shown yourself not to be intimidated by strong women, readily hiring them to join Tesladyne, fight with you on the front lines, or work alongside you on the latest scientific endeavor. From Nazi brains in a jar like Baron von Helsingard able to resist death to creatures beyond time and space to talking dinosaurs able to fabricate anti-gravity devices out of crystals. Your enemies are clever, dangerous, and sarcastic, but you're always there to beat them, with the right counterplan, weapon, or quip.
And, that's all without saying the many things you are not, Robo. You never spend hours brooding when you could be performing science or going on another adventure. You've always treated women with respect and as equals, never exploited them for their bodies even if a few of us would gladly throw ourselves at you. You've never wasted my time with empty promises. Whenever we spend time together, I know you're going to show me a good time.
Robo, you are the complete package: experienced, strong, smart, and funny. You have spoiled me on what to expect from the men in my life, and, above all, you have raised my expectations of what to expect from a story.