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   he stood tall as parts of the humanoid creature fell -- the    android managed to destroy the being by blasting it to    pieces. his purpose was to eliminate any and all threats to    humanity, and he had done just so. ‘ jay would͢ ̀be p͘r̛ou͟d. ‘    he commented, beaming with pride.

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astraanopsia

      ‘ ah -- e̵xc͠u͢se̴ ̀m͘e͝, miss? ‘

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      ‘ j̴̕͘a҉̢y --͝   ‘

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hey guys, did ya’ miss me?

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      the scent of the company’s facility remains upon         synthetic skin, lingering; permeating the air about         him — or at least, he believes it to be so. a rush         sets wires ablaze; he wonders why such things         befall him. shoulders rolls && his head tilts to         observe the weather worn warehouse ( dull, dank;         holes littering the walls, && rusted, outdated tech         strewn across the dusty floor. )

                   a few instances of self-activation, && he notices                          something isn’t right; two groups prattled on of                          starkly contrasting plans; && the master plan                          makes him feel something so utterly HUMAN.                          ( he feels betrayed && confused; something he                          perceives as an oddity for those of his kind. )

            a swift scan of the room indicates it belonged                 to a company that produced technology;                 further information shows it was bought out                 by a larger producer. && what intrigues the                  android is the fact that the final piece to be put                 in the warehouse was a bipedal robot; a walking,                 talking encyclopedia. he swipes the plasma screen                 floating before him away, face plate shining a                  brilliantly blinding white to scare away any pests                 from his path. advanced sensors and visuals need                 not a single tint of brightness, yet it doesn’t hurt                 for a little reassurance.

                      a large red  ' x ' appears on his screen                              as he bears witness to the mangled                              prototype; stumbling backwards in                                what he assumed was shock.                               tentatively, he approaches the skeletal                              remains, gold plated hand outstretched.                              a gentle pat on the side of his rusted                              head is given, conducting a bit of                               electricity through the exposed port on                              its neck, despite the horrendous damage                              done. 

     he just hopes he won’t be alone.       a gentle voice murmurs to the        himself as he makes effort       to identify the other. 

                          [ IDENTIFYING://  NAME REDACTED_ ]                               [ STATE:// SEVERE DISREPAIR_ ]                                   [ ACTION://  ATTEMPT TO REPAIR_ ]

             ❝ bonjour. you are hurt, no ? venir, i shall take                 care of you. ❞

                      && with that, he hauls                               the prototype onto his                               shoulder, along with what                               he perceives as his charger,                               to the clean area he’s set up                               towards the front.

               a few days worth of time is all                     jay needs; the silver bot sitting                     nicely; polished, newly clothed,                     && repaired to as far as the                     golden android could. hands                     wrapped around the other’s wrist                      ports, he sends a jolt of electricity                      to start him up.

                                       ❝ bonjour ? what is you name ? ❞

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     the silver prototype required lots of repairs, considering          the state he was left in — new wires, clean ports, and almost         a whole new body.

     he was removed from the spot he’d been resting in for         centuries, and hauled onto the other bot’s shoulder. he          began to fall apart, beginning with his fragile exterior. some         of the wires that were protruding from his body were hanging         on by what seemed to be threads. a rodent of some sort,         something that looked too big to be a mouse, escaped through         a hole in his frame. dust fell from his mangled body, and stray         cords were dragged along the messy floor behind them.      for days he sat, lifeless, as he was repaired — and there         were no signs that he would even still operate properly. it was         only after the massive jolt of electricity given by the other via         his wrist ports that he gave a sign of life, of hope; however, it         several took minutes before there was a reaction. finally,          something in 8-bit red lettering appeared on his screen--

                    [ … ]                                 [ … ]                                          [ … ]                                                             R E B O̸ Ơ T͡ I̧ N̸ ̶G ͡- - ͜-

     the word was jumbled, as if something had gone terribly         wrong with his hard drive over the centuries ( which was to         be expected ). the years of neglect left the prototype glitchy         and disoriented.  

                   [ … ]                           [ … ]                                   [ … ]

     the silver android attempted to make sense of what the          other asked, but it seemed as though the question was         too much for the glitchy prototype. the red lettering appeared         again:

                                                     R E S T̀ A R̶ T̶ ̧I҉ ̴N ҉G̨. .͝ ̶.

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      located in a dilapidated warehouse where he was left to        ruin was the skeleton of an idea created by a company        bought out nearly two-thousand years ago. wires had been        nibbled through by rodents, and rust began to deteriorate his        metallic body. it was questionable if the unit was even the         slightest bit functional after centuries of neglect.