Darkness flickered in his vision. Shades and shapes, like a bad signal flickered across his eyes. And went dead again. Then they flickered again and suddenly there was light! Bare minimum, but some shape of light. Blurry for a small moment, but the vision came back in full power at no time.
He saw the head of a skull, dangling in front of him in electronic wires. A head from some old robot. Dead a long, long time ago. Exposed wires dangling from the eye-socket.
It seemed to hang in some wires, upside down. If the head was alive, it would see him. But it was dead, hanging from some old, rusty plate above them both.
He could feel around his body. Stuck under heap of trash. But nothing was separated from him. His form and body was intact. And working decently. He saw down on his exposed body. It was mostly just a bare skeleton of steel. Some fabric of clothes, but to hard to tell what color in this dark space.
Where did the light come from? An opening just next to his head.
The robot managed to slowly crawl out of the heap of scrap. His right leg was stuck under some rubble but he managed to loose the rubble after some twisting of the ankle.
It was a huge cave of trash. Cars stacked on another, some with the headlights still running. Maybe some kind of automatic system that wouldn’t shut off? The light was a good source to look around this giant cave of nothingness. Trash and junk. The robot fell to his knees, his mind racing to puzzle thing together. His mind was a blur. Memory wiped out. Slowly he had to think what to do. He knew he was a robot. He knew he had some fabric of clothes. Looked like some army-clothing. Used to be a sleeveless shirt. Some golden medallion on his chest. But to worn out to tell what it said.
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On his bare feet, he stood up and managed to make his way through the tunnel. In the reflection of the window of a car he saw himself. A skinless robot-head with human eyes. Both looked black. No hair anymore. Just a rusty old head. A hole in the forehead. What had awakened him? Where and who was he?
The robot found his way out of the cave, into an opening. It was…not that cold? Chilling, but not the same temperature he was used to. Something told him that this place was new for him. Whoever he was. What he saw was heaps of trash stretching out to the horizon. And an endless rain from the dark clouds above.
There was more in the horizon. Buildings. Tall buildings, but they all looked deserted. No natural light. He was all alone in a dead land, it would seem. And a disturbing memory flashed in his brain. Just for a moment.
“Did we win…”, he asked himself as he fell to the ground. Small emotional memories blurred out of the nothingness in his mind. Small memories…or the taste of them. He remembered doing bad things. Bad things for bad people. Doing his orders that got other people hurt badly. He had sent many to the everlasting blackness.
So…once they finally took his light out he was cursed. Cursed to awake again. Only with the bitter taste of what he had done.
This land of scrap was his own hell. The hell for bad robots. And as a rusty old sign read far in the distance. One of the few places that for some reason had electricity. The old rusty sign said that his hell was called RAIN CITY.
The End