I had too many questions, yet so little words. What was that? Why did it happen? What was it for? Something that needed that much power to kill it doesn’t sound good. I shuddered at the thought.
Then again, maybe I could dismantle it for the parts that made the shot… I mean, surely it won’t hurt if I take a little bit around the insides.
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My glorifying was stopped abruptly when I saw an unusual glint in the man’s eyes. I did not like that look—nor the feeling it gave me. I did not know I could feel. I did not like it.
The inner-noise got louder and louder as he approached me. My motors and hydraulics tensed up in defense. Bad move—now I can’t feel anything but pure fear.
Before he could touch me, I booked it. I crashed through the weak buildings and made a getaway to the large wall in the ever-nearing distance.
The stone looked too strong, so I swerved to the left, pancaking a few humans along the way. I found a section with many holes and two of the metal humans. There was a group of humans shooting metal at me while the two metal ones hacked at me with knives. Yeah, no. I shot the stone area above the thinner one, collapsing it and everyone on top. Then wrecked through the rest. (Along with the humans.)
I rode for 53.5 more miles before finally stopping. Not out of will, but lethargy. As if once wasn’t enough, my insides began to tense and buckle again. Realization hit almost as hard as me—I’m out of fuel.
My humans weren’t here, so they couldn’t feed me any crude oil. But the humans most likely prepared for this also. I had trust in their abilities.
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I wonder if this tank can also use other sources of fuel, rather than gasoline. As if sent down by god, the translucent box made an entrance.
Obtain “Photosynthesis” for 1 Trait Point?
I did not know what it meant, but anything from my humans is good, so I accepted it.
Vines and leaves grew from the crevasses in my armor. Moss, grass, petunias, and other small shrubs joined on my back as well. I felt like a flower pot. Regardless, my energy returned to me gradually. Perhaps this is a form of camouflage. Great wisdom from only the greatest humans.
While I was resting, a small wolf found a place near my hatch to rest also. I did not mind, it was rather pleasant actually. The soft fur matches the soft moss. I continued to watch the wolf—even past when I was done charging. I noticed that it was quite the thin wolf, scratches and scars littering its body.
The sight was disgusting, and meant there was an enemy nearby, I kept on-guard and readied for a fight. My motors seemed to be fine even with the vines. I began to move—the enemy was doing the same, and It would be ill-natured to stay.
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I laid in the dirt as the other wolves ate the venison. I was so hungry, but for that same reason I couldn’t fight. Another wolf came along and nipped my ear, to which I jumped away in return. All the wolves parted their separate ways, and I went mine too.
I found a nice lush rock, with pretty blue, pink, and white flowers. I laid on a blanket of moss and grass as I dozed off, finding comfort in the silence. Enough so that I didn’t notice the trail of wreckage leading to the rock.
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I found the shredded remains of what used to be a buck, then trampled over it. I kept heading towards the sun until nightfall. A rabbit came along and began biting at my vines. I cringed at the pain and my vines grappled the little shit in turn. I squeezed the life out of it and left it atop myself, the spoils of war will strike fear in the hearts of all rabbits.
Obtained “Vine Control”
Huh.
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I woke up to the smell of meat, and dove for it. I didn’t know what I was eating until I was finished. A brown rabbit lying atop the rock. A sudden lurch in speed hit the ground, and I toppled over. The rock was moving. Was this a living thing? Did I eat what it killed? Will I die in return? I fell asleep, too stressed to think.