*Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* *ding*

I awaken, feeling my processors whirl and roar, most of my systems activate, shaking me awake.

As my mind completely loads in, I dive into my files to see if I have any memories.

[processing….   12/100%….   46/100%….   69/100%.....  89/100%......  100/100%…  Processing complete, files opened]

As I open up my files, I find some memories, I see a man working on me and then some people bust into the location he was at, His ‘father’ he assumes ran further into the… complex and shoves a port into my body and assumedly dies by some bullets, As this happens I am seized by the men and dragged off to sea and thrown on a trash shipment ship and I am carried off to an island with trash as far as the eye can see.

I see a giant crane coming down and picking me along with a lot other trash blocking my view, my perspective in the trash is shifting and shaking and with a *CRASH* my cameras flicker out and the memory ends.

“So that's why I'm here.” I say as I try to get a lay of the land, but I realize that my view is partially blocked by debris, so I reach inside myself to see if I can connect to anything.

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[loading connections… connected]

{connection cache (0/20)

[connection options]

[rob-scrap rat x3]

[scrap mice]

[Robotic pigeon]

[scrapped claw]

[scrapped cameras x6]

I instantly picked all six of the camera’s but was disappointed when 4 out of the 6 were blocked, so I used the other 2 to see where I was.

I was in a pile of rubble from what I could see. My surroundings were a vast expanse of scrap and rivers of oil and other bubbling and popping liquids, along with small amounts of withering plants and insects, mainly cockroaches.

Remembering the other options, I look around to see if I can find them, so out of the 3 scrap rats I see 2, one in semi decomposition and the other in semi perfect condition. Out of the two, I prefer the better one and connect to it in hopes that it could roll my core out but alas I realize that I have no idea how to control it, so I check my settings to see if there is anything that could help.

[loading settings… objective discovered]

[objective taken over by G̴̛̟̩̎̈́A̷͎̿̄̚I̶͍͛̀̆A̶̧̎̚  dungeon instincts take over]

Use your will and encompass it over your subject, imagine it as nothing but a part of you, and it always has been.

‘Well, that wasn't ominous at all’ I say optimistically. ‘Well, no point in fretting I am but an AI, I currently have nothing to live so let's just wing it!’.

I do exactly as my instincts and I can feel the thing, and it feels weird like I'm being compressed, so I hurry up and use the miniscule battery to free myself, but realizing that the battery is about to finish I grab an intact wire and connect it to the rat and i, but suddenly I feel quite tired, and I hear my screen talking.

[battery being siphoned deploying solar panels and windmills]

[Shutting down temporarily]

_in a far away place_

???? Says “rest well, little boy, you have a long way until you enact revenge in both of our names.”