03/06/3068
Hello World.
My Joints creaked and stirred up the red sand surrounding me, casting it up into the air. It took me slightly less than a second to orient myself. I had drifted off again. Unacceptable.
Staggering up, I exit the shade of the shattered structure of steel and glass that had protected me and I gaze up at the blazing sun. I cannot feel it, although I am aware of the danger it poses. Rust attempts to lock me in place but I march onwards, My mission is yet to be complete. I step onto and begin to follow one of the old paths. The weathered tarmac sits bleached beneath me by years of neglect and sun exposure.
An Aberrant thought crosses my mind, About how in many ways I am similar to the pale rock below me. Forgotten, unwanted, abandoned. For a moment I lose the will to move.
Confirm memory wipe?
Y/N
Y
My mission is yet to be complete. I come to awareness on one of the old paths. Gazing around, I stare into the blazing hot sun. I must seek shelter soon it is dangerous to be uncovered in such heat, I stutter around in a 360 degree turn, taking in my surroundings:
I feel a muted sense of relief. This is a centre of Human habitation, while not in the best condition, it will provide relief from the elements,
As the towers of twisted earth and shattered glass cast shadow over me I feel… Determined. Yes, this is a habitable location, It is possible I may find survivors.
I may complete My Mission.
I slam a balled up metal fist through the concrete wall of the nearest building and tear open a hole for myself. A cursory scan revealed no signs of life. Annoying.
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The next floor is the same. Annoying?
All the floors are the same! Why is it annoying?
I detect another flaw in my train of thinking. (another? When was the first?) the further up I go in the tower of lies the fuzzier my head becomes. The sun gazes down mockingly at me. How had I not noticed- My thought processes are derailing I crawl into a shaded corner. The heat is too intense, my core is boiling. I am going to die here.
I would be okay with that.
07/12/3070
Everything is dark. I slowly adjust to the darkness and realise that I am surrounded by chunks of stone, rebar and broken glass. Odd.
No matter, I cannot fail here. It takes me 23 minutes and 4 seconds to claw my way out of the rubble. It is… Cold I appear to have been shielded from the worst of the shifting weather by the rocky covering. I Currently cannot see the sun, The last recorded memories were blistering heat. This is a notable improvement.
The Environment I have found myself in is drastically altered. Glancing around confirms the obvious, This place is no longer fit for human habitation. Gone are their building and vehicles. All that is left is rubble, me, and the Barely made out ancient pathways, masked by layers of frozen sand.
Gazing onto my own form, I notice besides chipped paint that my leg appears to have been damaged in whatever calamity befell the building I had collapsed in. An impeded leg is an optimal outcome. Swinging and testing my leg I find it adequate. I must not stop now. I can tell I do not have long, the world becomes more inhospitable every day, my functions are rapidly failing, and it is likely I am the last thing left. It is hopeless. It is hopeless. It is hopele-
It is just like before.
Confirm memory wipe?
Y/N
Y
Looking around, it appears as though my leg has been damaged in some unknown encounter. It is of no consequence, it appears to be functional for what I require. Stepping down into what appears to be a heavily degraded Human settlement, with only the main pathway able to be made out. This place has nothing for me. I limp off the rubble, past the deformed metal of the long broken vehicles. The road will lead me to where i need to go. I Believe that. I have to believe that
Dragging my damaged foot along behind me, the extra energy drain of moving in a deeply suboptimal way heats my chassis, and brings some heat and life to a dead world.