In his current state, 7201 could barely see a foot in front of him. So, it wasn't any surprise when he ran into the bin sitting around. He stumbled backwards, struggling to figure out what it was in front of him. There was some blue stumps sticking out of what appeared to be a trash bin of some sort. As he peered in, 7201 spotted a familiar rust color. "ER, 1235...?"
1235’s optics were a dull grey color, his face and clothes covered in dirt and dust. He’d been offline for a while now, and he stared up at 7201 with blank eyes.
His jumpsuit was undone down the chest, his hand stuck in his open chest compartment. With his state of disrepair and his hand pressed against several wires and emergency switches, it wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened to him.
