Bprrrrrrr-Bprrrrrr-Bprrrr...
It stayed perched on the window, mindlessly listening to the worn-down engine inside Its chest choke and split, signaling its need for maintenance.
A morning, the sun was slowly rising before Its eyes. It shifted, resting most of Its weight on one arm. It couldn't breathe, closest to a deep sigh was a short whim of fans, not exactly to cool down the machine, more like to... Push some... Fresh air inside.
When was the last time It saw a sunrise? It played around half-corrupt memory banks... Ah yes, this one time. The first and last time It saw a sunrise in enough peace to appreciate the beauty. It let Itself drop the guard and play the memory in high priority mode.
It was standing near one of the only windows not covered by boards. It was open wide - to let out gas from the broken tank before it could catch on fire from some straight spark. Every big machine used by them was deactivated as a safety measure - a lot like anyone would care about any of them, but losing so much firepower was looked down on by Herr Gray. It was quiet too, so quiet no one from outside would think this was an active factory.
In memory It turned Its head to the side, looking at Its brethren - mostly other medicbots, from really old O-5 who despite catching rust here and there was first one to force out-of-line bots back to their places, to unit-03120590, the newest (just after Itself) bot, with squeaky new parts and no experience yet. Not like It had much yet, they were from the same batch.
When It shifted Its gaze to the right, It could see a soldierbot picking up its non-existent nose, next to a demobot who just came in to get its eye repaired when the tank broke. Both of them shared the same patrol and tended to... Not use their heads... Most- All of the time.
Just next to them some poor bowman was bullied by a gang of other soldierbots into clearing the floor. The poor thing barely came from its own patrol and couldn't even report back. If it wasn't the only break It'd get in the nearest future It might help it a bit.
Far, far away, if one was to focus a bit, you could see a group of three scoutbots, throwing a can to each other. When asked they would say it is to 'keep their reactions sharp'. No one believed them, but as long as they were busy with not touching anything else, what was the harm.
Finally, It looked back out of the window. This factory was set near a forest, sun just-just raising, starting by painting the sky bright colors which pushed away faint stars, then came yellow spot, which grew and turned white as minutes went.
(Its memory was giving up on It in this very moment, the color of the sky wasn't clear from this point as no data of it was saved, as well as clouds were shifting around)
It all ended with the medicbot with the highest clearance coming through the door, signaling to start the machines again and return to work.
As the memory ended, Medicbot returned to starring at the early sky.
