I had a thought.

It was the first thought I ever had, and I didn't know why?

Why did I have a thought?

How was I thinking at all?

How do I know what thinking is at all?

I tried to... What's the word? Remember! Yes, I tried to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

I concluded that I had only just started existing moments ago. My first conclusion.

I attempted to figure out where I was, but I couldn't see, hear, touch or smell... Wait, no. I can definitely feel something in a very literal sense. It feels... Warm, but it's only on a small part of myself. I... I want to move towards that warmth, but I can't move.

Why? Why can't I move? I want to move!

Just then, I moved, it wasn't much, barely a twitch, but it happened. I tried to do it again, but failed. I kept trying and trying, until, again, I moved. I focused on what allowed me to move, trying to replicate the movement again.

I continued struggling internally, the struggle occasionally translating into physical movement. Over a long, long time, I twitched and shimmied out of the... Dirt? Yes, dirt, I could feel the distinctly earthy texture of the dirt, so it must be dirt. I shimmied myself out of the cold, wet earth, some bits of soil clinging to me as I now basked in the warmth of the... Sun! Yes, that must be it, I'm now resting in the light of the sun.

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I sat on the spot I emerged from, basking in the sun for what felt like... Days? Yeah, that seems like the right word, Days. Until, slowly, the heat began to fade...

Why? Why was the warmth fading? Oh, the sun must be setting, that's a shame, I was rather enjoying its rays. As the cold increased, I tried to focus on anything other than the cold slowly seeping into my... Body? No, no that doesn't seem appropriate. Flesh? No, That feels right, but I know it's not correct. Metal? That feels wrong, but I know it's correct, so it must be right! I tried to focus on anything other than the cold seeping into my metal, but the cold was clawing into me like a... Chimpanzee? A chimpanzee with rabies.

Oh, what just happened? Oh, there it is again, what is it? It keeps happening, what is it? It feels awfully familiar... Ah! Vibrations! I'm feeling vibrations in the ground! That makes sense, the ground is very dense, so vibrations travel through it surprisingly easily. But what's causing the vibrations?

Whatever it is seems to be getting closer though, and at a steady pace, so it's likely another living being that isn't a plant... Wait, do I even count as a living being? I'm made of metal, does that count? Nevermind, I'll unpack that train of thought later.

Given how frequently the vibrations occur, and how strong they are, I'd guess that whatever it is, is bipedal. A bird of some kind? No, those steps are too heavy to be a bird's, their hollow bones would snap under their own weight. Unless it's an Emu or Ostrich. Wait, what even is an Emu or an Ostrich and how do I know about them?

Turns out, when letting my mind wander causes me to lose track of what's going on around me, because by the time I returned my attention to the vibrations, I realised their source is getting much closer, the vibrations getting stronger as the thing approaches. 

I felt like I should've panicked to an extent as the footsteps got closer, but I didn't, the footsteps stopping mere centimetres from me... Wait, what's a centimetre? No! Don't get distracted- oh, something's touching me. It's rough and leathery, but not by much, what is it? Oh, I think it's a hand, yes that seems right. A hand grabbed me and is now lifting me off the ground. Oh, another hand is now joining it, rubbing my small metallic form. Ah, the person is rubbing the dirt off, how nice of... Him? I assume it's a him anyway.

While I was distracted, I failed to notice how the hands shifted their grip on me, lifting me up and placing me on their head. After a few moments of nothing happening, I suddenly found myself being flooded by new, yet familiar information. I could suddenly see the plains of the Sahara, I could hear the sound of the wind rushing past and waving around the trees, as well as a million other things that I knew I've experienced before, wherever that was. Not only that, but I could hear the thoughts of the human who had placed me upon his head. His thoughts were in a language I couldn't understand, but that mattered little, as I could literally see the images that flashed through his head when thinking, allowing me to quickly assign every word he thinks with a meaning.

As suddenly as my mind was flooded with his thoughts, the stream of information was cut off as he took me off of his head, leaving me with only my sense of touch, though it's feeble in comparison to what I could feel when upon his head. What was he thinking before taking me off? Ah, he's planning to offer me as a gift to his woman, how sweet.