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I clatter to the ground.
I could feel my main reactor overheating and was forced to enter a cooling state.
Shutting it down until it reached optimal temperatures.

No, I was so close.
I can't leave just yet.

I hear the heavy thuds of footsteps, echoing around the cavern,
I could feel a pair of loving arms wrap around me and heave me up,
I could taste the sweat and perspiration dripping from the one carrying me,

I could no more.

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Warning: M_Core_Rc Overheat - Minor Damage, Under Repair

Automatic use of backup supply approved.

Limb_1 damaged
Limb_2 damaged
Limb_4 damaged

A_plating damaged

Visual_stimulus_2 damaged

Pending request for repair...

Request approved
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I woke up as the memory of the fight with a V_Gaurd unit flashed through my head and became stored in my memory chip, under constant analysis from where I could improve my tactics and best it again more efficiently.

...

I was in a... bed.

In a room sparsely decorated with only a cupboard on the far wall, boxes upon boxes stacked with belongings and the remains of a desk. The wallpaper was torn and falling apart.

On the floor sat a single slice of pie on a plate.

Butterscotch.

It was still warm.

I open the door.

The rest of the house was in much worse condition than the room I was in, with holes in the floor and the walls falling apart. The roof wasn't in great condition either, with chunks of it missing, exposing the purple rock above. A cracked mirror hung on a somewhat recognisable wall.

"Its me."

I turn away from my reflection, a painful reminder of-

"Oh, hello, you're awake"

I look at the tall anthropomorphic goat in front of me, wearing a purple.... I'm not quite sure.

I nod back.

"Good, I hope you can come over to the table in the living room so we can have a chat."

I watch as she shuffles away, each step causing obvious pain.

I linger here a little longer, wondering how I, a modern machine of war, had ended up here of all places. An artwork out of its time, formulas on exponential complexity in front of a relic.

The future in the past.

I shug off my thoughts. I wasn't supposed to be sentient in the first place. It was a mere accident that spawned my consciousness in that lab 13 years ago. An error in the code executed at the wrong time, in the wrong place, in the wrong man. Those memories were locked away in the depths of my memory chip, forever inaccessible, locked away from my prying eyes. Perhaps it was for the better.

I walk into the wreck of what once was a living room. Falling apart under the stress of nature and time. Overgrown with vines and weeds. Cold, piercing light poured through the hole in the roof.

"Why are you here? You are a machine, and yet you masquerade as a child, a..."

She trails off, as if perturbed by a distant memory she had dredged up from the depths of her mind.

I gesture to her, explaining how I have no vocal ability in writing and how I will activate a tape recording set on video playback feed for these occasions.

I power down to save on my backup supply of energy.

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