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holes littering the walls, && rusted, outdated tech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 ? ❞