So here’s an impressionistic sketch of a sad robocop.
[Musings ahead] Though it is portrayed in a ironically simplistic way in the movies, this character has very interesting sub tones of slavery and therefore questions of free will. Also the idea of becoming a machine of some intrinsic purpose is very scary to think about. Robocop can not take off his helmet and go fishing for example. Being an absolute of any kind feels both admirable and lonely. And so here he is, a tool with a face of a man (witch tends to get blown off because he as an affinity for jumping into explosions). [Rambling - off!]