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In a metropolis-sized junkyard, inundated by toxic water and encroaching dunes of mysterious windswept sand, a breeze passed over a tiny propeller, spinning it's pin-wheel-like structure. In fact the propeller was a tiny wind-turbine, powering a tiny power generator by means of a jointed shaft that snaked through hundreds of feet of debris. The generator sat cloistered in the rusted chest of Guy4, the heart of his tiny ancient body. The fact that he was ancient didn't mean anything other than a few desperately needed repairs. Other than that he had the same A.I., though mostly he had been asleep until his subroutines gently began harvesting parts from the surrounding rubble and printing parts for the wind-turbine. He had been dreaming robot dreams, thinking of his friends in the factory, and now he was waking up. When he was fully charged, the turbine simply detached, the shaft on his wrist from which it extended slowing to a stop."Where the heck am I?" he thought, stirring in the garbage. Last he remembered, he was in a verdant landscape, covered in robots and vehicles. The ecosystem was thriving. Now he knew things had changed.
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I don't rp on here anymore. Just on discord. Also, this one in particular I'm not interested in continuing. Sorry!
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Alright! Do you have anything else you’d like to RP? I’m open to lots of stuff. Also I have Discord.
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not at the moment, note me if you want my discord.
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(I think I might try something a little weird, but suitable for this RP. Though I will try to avoid doing it often, as it only makes some sense while the robot is in low power mode, or initializing)
Alternate power source detected... restarting micro fusion generator...
Micro-fusion generator online, spooling up. Power at 50% normal, rebooting BIO.os
BIO.os: Initalizing, running diagnostic on primary systems.
Leg actuators: damaged, running at 30% efficiency
Micro Fusion generator: online, running at 80% efficiency, spooling up to 90%
Arm actuators: damaged, running at 20% efficiency
Atomic thrusters: Offline, part disabled or damaged beyond repair.
Glide panel status: Stowed, integrity at 90%
Glide panel steering: in the ready position, integrity at 70%
Internal printer: Used recently, running at 10% capacity
Armour integrity: low, at 35%
Hydraulic fluid levels: Primary is at 0%, switching to secondary reserve... fluid levels now at 30%
Auditory sensors: Online, no defects found.
Visual sensors: Offline, rebooting... reboot sucsessful, all 4 sensors online
Memory core: Damaged, 80% file corruption.
Personality matrix: Offline, rebooting...
BIO.os diagnostic complete. Average level of readiness, 40% for primary movement systems.
(Description wise, the digit-grade, raptor like legs, a long, spindly tail, which could fold up and be stowed away roughly where a human spine might be, a groove the same thickness as the tail being in the middle of it's back. There are small flaps on it's arms and legs, where a synthetic fabric, from which the glide panels, which function roughly the same as a wing suit, are stowed. The atomic thrusters would be on it's back, and there is clearly provisions to mount them... but they were removed, perhaps cannibalized to make the wind generator, along with restoring basic functionality to most of the basic movement systems. It's head looks similar to this Steampunk Helm , in terms of it's shape. The back of the head allows for the head to look directly up, effectively to shift between having the head between a human like position, and something more like every animal we know on earth... it's arms and torso are perhaps more aerodynamic than a human torso, having smooth, curved plates covering most of the internal workings, most of the armor plates that cover it's body being made of a chrome like metal. Anything else I missed, can be assumed to be human like in appearance)
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Guy4's sensors worked well enough to take in the fact that he was covered in dust, rust, and that his human child-sized body was in disrepair. He felt the shaft that had been whirring on it's own finally spin down, and reached over to his back (which required his arm to bend in a way that would not be possible for a human, but when your joints can swivel all the way around in a pinch...) and placed the simple, slightly bent shaft into the top of his backpack smelter attachment. Guy4 emerged from the trash after having to detach a leg, reattach it, and unscrew a long, bent head antennae that was supposed to give him a practically full range of radio reception. For now he would cannibalize it to get out of the junkyard. But as he was about to detach it, he detected some self-chatter a few hundred yards from him toward the west (assuming the sun still went down in the west). Foot over panel, over tire, over pile of rusted chain-link, over rusted helicopter, he journeyed, noticing that he was a little shorter than he remembered, that his arms were shorter as well, that even his body was smaller and more irregularly shaped. Finally he zoomed in on some movement and decided to blow his signal horn. All that came out was a high-pitched squeal and an immense plume of steam. "Sealed...my reactor shouldn't have water?" He winced, realizing he was drenched in and out.
(Guy4 is basically like i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/i… but with a little head, not just a clam-shell top-half thing. He also has a skinnier body that isn't so filled out, nor does it have so much space for inner workings. He is a miraculously simple robot for how advanced he is, and a lot of what he can do is contained in his backback(a heavily armored piece of equipment), rather than in his main body.)
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(I was under the impression we had to describe the robot... but no matter. That is a good reference image... gotta love the vikers LMG on one arm)
"Steam... water... re-checking part's list... anomalies found, rectifying... new parts identified. What the hell?"
Seeing as he had attempted to signal them normally, and that had failed miserably, he would have to revert to older methods of communication... he begins to look for a white piece of cloth and metal pole to make into a flag, as he goes over the readout of his altered parts.
"Steam generator, Light defensive machine gun... crafter's pack... sensors are normal, actuators are normal, if a little small. Casing has massive modifications, and should be reverted at the soonest opportunity. Though the resources required are in incredible short supply"
He hadn't noticed the defensive machine gun on his left arm... and was pretty sure that wasn't there before. Then again, that might have something to do with the 80% corrupted memory problem he had right now... that was unlikely to be recovered in this junk heap.
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(Sorry, I was rushing myself because I was on a train going to work at the time. I should have just given it more time.)
(wait, I'm confused...are you changing the way you are describing your robot? I was describing a different robot. You don't need to have all the same things if you don't want to. )
As Guy4 stepped out of the heap, he noticed the white flag waving and focused in on the other standing there. It matched up with the little bit of chatter he had been picking up before. He stepped over to the other and tried to communicate verbally. "Are you operational? I'm uncertain if I'm able to adequately make sound" He noticed that as he spoke he was registering adequate sound levels for himself, but he couldn't tell if he was yelling or whispering.
Guy4 also noticed that his crafter's pack was mostly inoperable, showing signs of barely being able to digest that last piece of metal, but not giving any feedback when he asked it to print out a screw driver for self-disassembly (He had to do that by using various pieces of junk as tools in order to get his leg loose to get out of the tangle of trash he had been in before.
One thing he did know for sure, his left leg was on straight and he was dripping.
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(OHHHH... never mind. I was a little confused, but I think I get what's going on now. Only one question. Is the entire realm steampunk themed? It's not a problem if it is)
"Auditory sensors are working as intended... I hear you clearly, I hope the same goes for me... I appear to have had large scale corruption of my BIO.os and memory... I am incorrectly identifying some components, and require assistance... Self diagnostics have been unreliable"
The once chrome plated robot (that is sort of me) stands up, throwing away the attempt at a white flag, and I slide down the hill towards the shorter, squatter robot in front of me, the tail like object catching the wind and being lifted up a little as I head down
"This unit... correction. I am identified as H.A.S 2-19. Correction, -MEMORY CORRUPTED-"
I go silent for a moment... before dipping my head, trying to remove the water from inside of me with a sigh.
"85% memory corruption... please explain how this place is how it is, rather than how it was?"
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(Oh dang, sorry I wasn't clear. No, it's not steampunk. I was just having steam come out. My guy only vaguely looks like the picture, and honestly how he looks isn't entirely set in stone. But yeah what I've said so far I won't go back on. I wanted it to be a post-apocalyptic world, but the flavor of it is all things robot, so we might explore a little bit of this or that, maybe some steam punk, maybe some cyber punk. I have few specifics going forward with this one right now 
"H.A.S 2-19...I am Guy4. Or perhaps that is my model, or serial number. I can't tell. It appears to have been a long time since some sort of...disaster"
He quietly scraped his head in a swivel to get a look at the landscape. Trash heaps mated against windswept dunes with a few weeds here and there. The sky appeared blue. He shrugged.
"Honestly, I have no way of telling how long it's been. Perhaps that would be the best first thing to figure out for us. Or perhaps how to get this water out of us? It seems we have had a knack for collecting water...which seems odd considering the climate" He glanced around at the ground. "There is a possibility that it rains regularly, but the soil doesn't hold the water. I feel...awful" He looked at himself, and then at the other. "H.A.S. 2-19, I'm not familiar with your model...nor ...am I familiar with much it seems. I can't remember anything. I think I've been reverted to my factory setting...or maybe that would be better than this."
He sat down in the sand and kicked a rusted tin can. Oddly, it seemed to be filled with wet sand and went it flopped over, dark sand chunks tumbled out. There was a wiggling and one of the chunks broke further, yielding a long, thin beetle that stopped as if it knew it was being watched.
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(This isn't a problem... why am I reminded of Atlas and P-body from portal?)
"I would prefer to remove this water first... I feel heavy from it being within my frame, not a sensation I like"
Both H.A.S-219 and Guy4 stare at the beetle, before HAS looks to his new companion.
"I do not recall ever seeing organic life before, that much I am certain of... Sorry, just finished resetting the BIO.os, self diagnostic has been restored to factory settings, and is reading parts correctly... however, many of them are badly damaged"
As H.A.S. 219 says this, water begins leaking out of some of the cracks and dents in his casing... having had time to flow through them. However, there is still water in the fusion generator... it is being used as coolant for the moment.
"How is your fabricator holding up? Mine is basic, and unable to build much more than simple tools at this present time. They may be sufficient in draining the water from where it is not supposed to be"
As HAS says that, he sees and begins to collect some metal scrap for said basic tools, Guy can make out what looks like a concealed weapons system within one of HAS's arms... some sort of blade, perhaps. However, it's deployment mechanism is completely dead, having rusted to the point where it crumbles to pieces as HAS moves.
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Guy agreed as HAS removed some of his own water that this was a good course of action and began to attempt to do a hand stand. Some water did drain out, but as he did it, he noticed that the water inside was keeping him weighed to one side and he fell.
"Never seen organic life?"
He looked at HAS and wondered for a moment if HAS was forgetting huge chunks of his memory just like he said or maybe something else was going on entirely. Guy remembered greenery, animals, robots, nature, technology. Life and industry together at a peak. It was...utopia. Or was that a bad memory as well? Something was odd about the difference here.
"What else do you remember from...before?"
Seeing HAS gather material, Guy was relieved.
"Actually, I can't compile anything right now. My self-diagnostic tools are apparently broken...or I never had them...either way I don't know what's wrong. Please assist me in draining water with your tools".
He tried to prop himself up again between two pieces of an engine block that was oddly split down the middle and eventually fell again. He decided to simply lay down again, his arms at his sides.
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When Guy asks HAS about what they remembered from before, they stop for a moment, but continue on... a large portion of their subconscious now trying to sift through the remaining 15% of their memory that wasn't corrupted... what he got back was somewhat terrifying to even comprehend. Scenes of violence and great bloodshed, robots and organic creatures destroyed in the millions, if not billions... and a large, central computer, that dictated his every move... on that last one, as Guy lies down on the ground, he stops, and looks to his blade... while now useless, it brought up memories of it's use.
"I... memory corrupted... was designed for a different purpose than you... what memories remain are, fragmented, to say the least. But... my actions were controlled by some larger processing unit, which must have failed or been destroyed. Otherwise, I would likely be on some sort of murderous rampage, killing you with whatever sharp pointy object I can find... This will take time to process, do not try to communicate with me while I drain your chassis"
HAS gets to work quickly, fabricating some basic spanners and screwdrivers to remove the casing around Guy's internals, and beginning to do so... it appears as if their mind is busy focusing on this, and another task, and will not respond to external input for the moment. However, before long, most of Guy's external casing is removed, allowing the water to drain freely from where it's not supposed to be, while also giving HAS a chance to look over Guy's internals for damage... upon completion of the armour pannel removal, HAS shakes their head, before seemingly returning to normal.
"Sorry for that... I attempted to work on piecing together my fragmented memory, however I was unsuccessful. If anything, the memories are now more confusing. As an asside, do you want me to analyse your internal componets while you are opened up like this?"
If guy says yes, HAS will list out what components he can identify, and their current ability to function as intended.
(AKA, I am not sure how you want your robot powered)
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(Guy4 is powered by a fusion reactor. It just simplifies things so much. He relies on batteries to supply power and those batteries are charged by a fusion reactor that is miniaturized, essentially. Also, don't feel like you need to change your story because of Guy4's reaction. You already replied about there being organisms, but I was hoping the contradiction wouldn't be resolved so easily. I had this idea that maybe they were thrown in the trash heap at different times in history where perhaps the environment or the tech situation was much different, or something. I dunno. Let's just keep on from what we have 
Guy4, feeling himself being dismantled slowly and carefully, noticing the trouble in HAS's recollection, actually was beginning to feel quite afraid. He noticed that he was running some sort of panic routine until he decided to stop it with an executive command. He just allowed himself to listen and began to calm down after the panic routine was cut off.
"So, you were for combat? By my looks, I'm guessing I wasn't for combat...possibly a worker of some kind...who knows"
He noticed the care that HAS took in dismantling parts of his body and began to focus on the gentle sounds of the repair itself.
"Please analyze them. I don't know anything about what's in there. I appear to know few if any of my components."
It was nice to have another to help. It seemed like the fitful sleep of ages had lasted for so long, and always there were sharp moments of loneliness for no reason. Now, here, he felt like he had someone, even if they were...a possible killer. But then again, killers can be protectors. He had a vague memory of cops. Maybe guy4 had been a cop? He didn't think so, but he enjoyed imagining it to be.
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HAS begins his analysis of Guy's components, as he finishes draining out any excess water, though keeping some for coolant for the surprisingly similar micro fusion reactor.
"Visual diagnostic of Guy4 unit complete... errors found in secondary actuators, defensive machine gun, and replicators. All other systems appear functional, at least for the moment. Diagnostic indicates you seem to have been built for multiple purposes, though there are positions where parts used to be. They appear to have been cannibalized, or destroyed from water damage. Current functional systems include primary actuators, micro fusion generator, 4x capacitor bank, hydraulic primary and secondary reservoirs, your somewhat outdated CPU and memory storage units, and the ammunition feeding and storage for your defensive MG"
HAS moves back, and begins replacing Guy's armored panels, with the same care and mechanical precision as before. At the same time... he was combing through his own memories. Were they even his memories? Or perhaps they were some sort of nightmare induced when he lost connection to the core. Either way, they were potentially incorrect, and no longer useful to the current situation, so most of them were compressed, and prepared for long term storage. He didn't want to remember what little he could, whether it was true or not.
"Odd how our memories are from different periods... I cannot trust my own memories, corrupted as they are. They have been compressed, perhaps to be looked at later. For now, they are not important"
HAS offers Guy a hand up, now that their water had been drained, there would be a little less strain on the seemingly older bot's hydraulic systems. Though as Guy looks... some of the damage to HAS doesn't look like damage from time. Rather, it looks like it was punctured by weapons of various types.
(I like your idea... perhaps Guy is from a time where everything was peaceful... I have a few ideas for my poor high altitude scout, only one of which being full scale war)
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Guy took HAS's hand and stood up. Hearing that he couldn't remember everything was oddly comforting. Also comforting was his statement that he would let it go for now. HAS, other than the land itself now, was his only point of reference. If anything, this all could be another dream. But, he shook his head, the dreams had a different flow to them. This was new, even if it wasn't real. He would stay with it and do his best no matter how unreal it all seemed.
"Thank you HAS. Your precision and analysis are greatly appreciated. How are your sensors and what can you detect? Maybe we can explore this area systematically?"
He thought the alternative of wandering around sounded nice, but it seemed so much like a dream that it was a bit depressing to him. Guy walked to a plant that was poking up through the sand and carefully examined it. It seemed to be a relative of bromus tectorum, or the highly invasive cheat grass. Or it was at some point that Guy4 couldn't remember very clearly. Was it before his time even? it seemed to be something he had seen somewhere. He had the instinct to tear it out of the ground to keep it from growing there and ruining the area, but stopped, realizing it was probably one of thousands of grass stalks in the area. He stood up and began walking with HAS.
"So? Any idea about how do to this?"
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"Internal sensor unit is damaged, external sensors are completely gone, as is the local topogrophy map"
HAS watches Guy's movements, particularly towards the plant, with interest... shaking his head as if to clear something up.
"Internal sensors are somewhat usable, at least up to 30 metres in all directions. Visual sensors currently have longer range... up to 100 kilometers, to be precise, but a limited field of view. If you wish to search through this junkyard, best to do it methodically"
HAS walks for a little ways, trying to find a point where the junkyard might end. If it seems to go on forever, he looks for the largest pile of junk, to get a better indication of their current surroundings.
"Up here... this is a sufficiently tall observation point. We can perhaps find something of interest with visual sensors"
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Guy4 climbed up next to HAS and looked out. There was a pole listing to one side, some sort of cable hanging off of it directly to the east.
"If we use that tower as a reference, and those mountains to the west as another...can you tell distances with your vision or are you the same as me, unable to judge with that level of accuracy?"
He noticed his vision adjusting and readjusting as he looked back and forth from the mountain to the tower. He couldn't remember how effective his vision used to be, but it felt like there was something lacking. Maybe there used to be some other data that he would get when looking at things...some kind of interface. He remembered suddenly that he used to be connected to a network that fed him information via a satellite uplink. He didn't mention it yet because what did it matter if he couldn't connect to it? Somehow knowing why he felt so...disconnected was a relief.
"As I was saying...we could use the mountains as a reference and the tower as another to find this high point from anywhere in the area if we can see all three points" he said, noticing his logic was rusty.
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"We don't need to know how far away we are from them in order to keep a reference point. But... we are approximately 80 kilometers from that mountain, and that pole to the east is 1.23 kilometers away"
HAS refocuses his attention onto the crashed helicopter... noticing a somewhat familiar design. Also of note was the two weapon pods nearby... both of which were coming up as loaded, but not armed.
"If we wish to salvage some parts, that crashed helicopter may provide some useful components. Alternatively, it may be repairable. I cannot tell that from here, however"
He considers walking down towards it, before instead, seeing if he can open up the glide panels... while they extend a little slower, with each segment getting smaller than the last, they can be deployed.
"Almost forgot I had these... not that I can really use them unpowered"
They begin to retract in a similar fashion, the smaller outer sections sliding back into the larger sections, before being stowed away inside of HAS's limbs once more.
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Guy4 looked over at the crashed helicopter.
"Let's make our way there. Perhaps I can upgrade myself with your help again?"
He noticed that he was missing something as they traveled around. It was the presence of humans. All around was the signature, the indicator that they had once dominated this place, but he couldn't see a single one.
"Do...you remember humans?" He finally said to HAS as they made their way to the crash site.
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"Most long term memories that could be recovered are now compressed... so no. Though I do remember my conversations with you, and referencing memories of bloodshed... so perhaps. Otherwise, you would have no purpose as a multipurpose bot"
HAS seems a little distant, but at the same time focused, as he aproaches the crashed helicopter, and begins looking through the remaining material.
"Short answer to your earlier querry. We should probably repair that replicator of yours, it seems to be the more useful, having allowances for metal recovery and fabrication... Earlier analysis indicates that it would be possible to repair with some of the parts from this"
They begin pulling out some computer components, ceramics and scrap metal from in and around the crash site, placing them all inside the passenger area of the rusted flying machine.
"This should be sufficient"
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Guy4 helped with the extraction as much as he was able. When the parts were extracted he sat down and laid on his stomach, realizing that he completely trusted HAS at this point.
"Do you think that our waking up from the pile is an anomaly? So far it seems that we are very rare, but perhaps I am wrong..."
He waited for HAS to remove the replicator, looking around the helicopter. There were old seat-belts, shredded by time, hanging in tatters like old cobwebs on the sides of the space.
"Do you think that our position here is a stable one? Are we likely to fall from here?"
He wondered if his panic loop was acting again, but realized that he had complete control over it and executed a command to end it again.
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"Unlikey to the first, but we have yet to see any others. Assume there aren't until there are, but be wary of other threats. Second question... this machine has been here for at least 50 years. If it was going to move, it already would have. Besides, we are more threatened by the possible avalanche of junk from above, if it were to come loose..."
HAS detaches the replicator, and begins sealing up the damaged smelter unit first, with a combination of the ceramics and some heat resistant fasteners. However, he also keeps a fair chunk of the ceramics for the inside of the replicator, which is also disassembled, patched, then reassembled, before they fit it back to Guy.
"One moment... just have to re-attach the cables... and we are all good. Try smelting some scrap metal, see what you can recover from it"
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"Alright sounds good"
Guy4 hopped outside and gathered a few chunks of metal and began processing them, pleased by how readily he did so. At least he had the memory to do this. Soon he had four fist-sized ingots that were free of impurity, except for the first one, which had a few speckled of rust from when the smelter first began.
"I don't really need these. Just proof of concept, really. I should count my blessings that the fabricator didn't break down before the wind-turbine was completed. Who knows when that happened..."
For some reason thinking about this disturbed him deeply, so he turned to look at HAS.
"I supposed now that I'm practically fully functional, I should aid you. Do you need any assistance in being repaired?"
He pulled out a crude tool that was left in one of the boxes in the helicopter. A moment after holding it there he realized he was making a joke. He was beginning to be tired of not knowing himself.
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"I cannot stow my steering, that is in urgent need of repair. I am also missing my atomic thrusters, required for long term flight... just focus on repairing what I have for now"
HAS lies down inside the helicopter, on what would be a human stomach, allowing Guy access to his back.
"Do you see the problem?"
Most of it is rust that is preventing the movement... but there also appears to be some sort of brace holding it in place. It could probably be unbolted easily... with the crude tool Guy is holding, no less. Though a slight groan of something large shifting nearby can be heard by the both of them, as it shifts some of the nearby junk pile.
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Quite alarmed by the groan, Guy4 stopped and looked around briefly but then shook his head, remembering that he shouldn't worry so much. He began working on the brace that was holding HAS's steering in place.
"What do you think made that noise?" he said finally, a little bit of worry escaping into his synthesized voice.
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HAS was silent for a moment, as he knew some kernels of his old memory, the ones that he couldn't get rid of, were screaming at him to check his files. Begrudgingly, he does so, and if he had a human face, it would be pale. Turning his head to the side, so he can at least somewhat see Guy... he replies.
"If my fragmented memories are anything to go by... nothing good. Quick explanation. We are considered class G robots, passable for human dimensions, whatever they are. The tremor we just felt is probably from a class E... one that is roughly 50% larger than both of us... and designed for front line combat"
HAS pauses for a moment, allowing that information to sink in, before turning off one of his internal systems he was told never to turn off, unless he needed to not be seen.
"It will probably be hostile to me, at least... I am detecting a hostile IFF indicator... perhaps hurry up with the repair, or leave it until later"
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"Oh...I think more time to prepare for combat would be better than me tinkering with you. Unless I..."
Guy4 moved you a little forcefully into position and quickly undid the clamp.
"Oh I see that wasn't so hard was it?"
He began thinking quickly, wondering why it felt just fine to be moving quickly. He felt like normally he would be paralyzed with fear at moments like these, but somehow he felt like everything was fine. He decided that he could easily get in the way or be a liability in this fight if he wasn't careful, so he needed to take an aggressive stance. Searching his subroutines he found one that he could easily use in a time of crisis, or at least threaten to use: self-destruct. It thrilled him and he knew it was all he really could offer. He decided he would keep it close to his chest, again, so as not to become a liability.
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HAS nods, and stows their tail in the groove in their back... it contracts into itself somewhat, before folding, becoming flush with the rest of his back.
"Now, we need to be quiet... else we attract their attention"
The amount of refuse being moved by whatever is awakening keeps the noise of the conversation to a minimum. About a moment later, we see a hulking brute of a bidpeal combat mech, one arm with a rotary cannon, the other with a large blade, emerge from the wreckage, and begin scanning the terrain, a blue tinted spotlight marking where it's searching... before it begins stomping off in a random direction. HAS waits for another 20 minutes or so, before speaking again, though still keeping it quiet.
"Class E Grunt droid... used by both sides of a forgotten war"
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"This...war time must be after my time. I don't think I was part of any fighting class. Well, maybe that's obvious. But it seems like something drastic changed in the political stability of this region...maybe even the world...since I was retired."
Guy watched through the opening in the helicopter as the Grunt moved off and wondered if they would ever truly be safe from it.
"From how far do you think it could engage us?"
It percolated through his processes that there must be some reason for why they were all waking up at the same time.
"Well, I guess our waking up wasn't SO rare, was it."
After a moment he glanced at HAS thankfully, "I would probably be it's next target if I hadn't been following your direction. Thank you."
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"Range of rotary weapons like that... 3 kilometers, easy"
He also pauses... trying to feel for his transceiver, but finding nothing... it had been used to help make the flagpole he had used earlier, and didn't work anyway.
"You're welcome. And, do not take my word on this... but perhaps we are being awoken to fight in the endless war once more... any who can serve, will. Not anymore... never again. Not me"
HAS looks to Guy, staring into the other bots eyes, trying to judge their soul, perhaps.
"If the two empires have awoken, then areas of land like this will become fierce battlegrounds, as whatever remaining resources are consumed to fuel their campaigns. We will have little time, but perhaps we should clear out of here, sooner, rather than later"
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"We could run to the mountains. If we can sneak far quickly, then perhaps we can avoid most of this mess."
Guy felt a tinge of fear, but mostly a sense of urgency.
"Couldn't that ...hulk's sensors be just as damaged as ours? We might be able to travel toward the mountains without detection. Perhaps there is some way for us to know how much it can see."
He looked over at HAS, realizing they had been looking back at him and stared back for a moment before getting an idea.
"What if we set up a signal here and see if it...and anything else comes to attack? Of course, we would be safely watching from over there".
He pointed to the high point they had come from.
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"Mountains... sure, that could work"
In response to the second point, two spotlights, though dim, shine from HAS's face, similar to the Grunt... after a moment, the lights go green, before going out.
"Good enough of a demonstration for now, I hope. Though, theirs will probably blink red if they spot us"
After hearing Guy's idea, and looking to where they pointed, he nods.
"That could work... transciever in this wreck has yet to be salvaged, could be set to emergency frequencies. Power could be done through a wind turbine like yours, possible to salage the origanal emergency power generator and hook it up to the comms... good thinking"
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"Assuming that we aren't detected while building the device...at least this is working toward some insurance of our escape."
An electronic chuckle caught before he let it get all the way out. "We should work quietly and quickly"
Guy began printing some tools needed, hoping that the Grunt was the only threat for the next few minutes. They would need more time than that even.
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Guy would notice HAS moving to a slightly different position, keeping watch from the hill. Questioning him before he leaves, Guy would hear the following.
"Observation and scouting was my purpose, I think... let me do what I can do best from there. I will signal with the head mounted lights if I see anything we should be worried about, so you can focus on the task at hand"
It's... oddly peaceful, at least for the first 5 minutes. Nothing seems to happen, not even the sound of Guy working seems to have an impact, muffled as much as it can be at any rate. However, the two soon hear something larger moving through the debris... as if it was already up. It seems to be maintaining it's distance for now, but the sound cannot be ignored... a large unshielded fusion reactor tends to make a fair bit of noise, something perhaps Guy worked around in the past.
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As the sound grew more and more consistent, the patterns reminded Guy of something he had a vague recollection of. The arcologies meant for containing millions of humans, buildings to replace metropolises, needed their own power sources because the energy consumption of keeping so many people packed into such a small space far outweighed anything nature could supply. At least at that point in history. Humanity was learning to live in such tight quarters while the earth healed. And Guy4 had watched. How had they lived like that? Humans were travelers, not hibernating creatures, right? He remembered so much in a flash that he stopped working for a moment and held tightly to his welding rod.
After a moment he realized he had more questions now than answers. The mountains may be safer, but an arcology was near. He instinctively, from somewhere deep inside himself, sent an electromagnetic blip, a signal that would have had a use in an earlier time. Who knows if it ever would be received, but it said, "HAS, we CAN'T go to the mountains. We need to burrow in and find this arcology!" He realized a second later that HAS's telecommunications were down and probably so were his own. He was sure his fizzled radio instant messaging system wasn't even close to still being supported. After a moment of reverie he was done with the decoy and wondered what to do. He paused, hearing the metallic zip and the accompanying low-hum of the reactor. If anything, it could be near broken. He had to choose soon.
Guy put a long timer on it and climbed down, then up, then down again until he came to the base of the tower from which HAS watched. He took his time, knowing he had plenty, although the reactor would suggest an end could be approaching.
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"Negitive... memories involving humans were some of the ones I put into deep storage. I remember conflict, in places crowded by towers of steel and concrete, and in open plains of desolate wastes... not too different from what is around now for the latter"
The tasks Guy has assigned to him, not including the two new ones, include many repairs to the external structure of the Arcology, most of the internal tempreture and humidity regulators were down, as were over 200 lights. But as guy is searching despretely to find an entrance, he notes a small spike, poking from the ground. He would know this was a part of the broadcasting system, so the domed roof of the Arcology is no more than 50 metres below ground.
"What... over here"
If guy was to answer HAS's call, he would find some sort of tunnel made in the junk, supported by more junk, that seems to spiral down.
"Is this what you were looking for? Doesn't look like much"
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HAS flashes his lights once, before sliding down the hill to meet Guy halfway.
"Large, tracked war machine, class C... currently tracking the class E grunt we saw earlier. Heavily damaged, but functional... you have the look of someone who has remembered something of great importance"
HAS seems worried, if that's even possible to express with only shutter lenses to cover his 4 eyes... as he keeps watch on somethin in the air, seemingly through the piles of debris towards the class C machine. He keeps his voice to a whisper, but Guy notes he receives a signal ping back... though not from HAS.
"ACBS online... welcome back Guy4 unit 06660. You have 9032 incomplete tasks... correction. 2 additional tasks logged, primary objectives. Restore power to Arcolgy systems, protect from outside threats. 3 mechnanical detected in your area"
This didn't seem standard, not to Guy4. Sure, the Arcology broadcast system was familiar, having recieved his many tasks from it... but protection from mechnanical threats was never something he had done, or was even designed to do.
(And once more, I feel as if my responses are too short... this one certainly is)
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If robots could feel a sense of spookiness, it was present when Guy4 received the response.
"Oh no...I..."
He looked at HAS and then up at the sky.
"If you want to, I mean...it seems as if this city is about to blow, and we need to get down to it. It's currently buried in rubble but I'm sure you and I could find a way into there. I'm not sure how we can defend it, but I'm getting a signal telling me I need to. Ever heard of an Arcology?"
He found himself rushing through tasks as he walked up the pile to the closest source of the last signal received and began to look for holes. Whenever there wasn't an obvious one, he would pull and throw. This was going to take hours.
(haha you? YOu ALWAYS spur me to write longer than I normally would. You wrote plenty
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(Dang it... lost progress on this reply)
Guy would find the source of the trasmission easily, actualy identifying the top of the Arcology broadcasting centre's main transciever, somehow still functional and above the surface of the junk. The list of tasks that had been assigned to him were stagaring. Multiple large scale repairs to the dome, internal tempreture and humidity regulators, oxygen recycles... you name it, he had at least 50 cases of each that were logged as damaged approximately 50 years ago.
"Negative, no knowledge of humans, or their structures, found. Memories of automated factories, mines, and salvage sites found, data corrupted... though I think I found something that might interest you"
HAS points to what appears to be an entrance to an old school mineshaft, complete with wooden support beams and oil laterns, the later long extinguished, the former creaking and groaning from age.
"It leads down approximately 50 metres, into some sort of underground cave. If this is an arcology, I am underwhelmed by it's size"
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(Sorry it's been so long. I just wanted to collect again really quick-- what happened with the messages and how do you want to proceed? I'm a bit confused by having two options haha)
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(Wait what? Oh... Right. Pick whichever one is longer... Chances are I spent more effort on it)
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Guy4 walked toward the mine shaft and looked down inside
"strange, this doesn't seem as old as the apology. Perhaps it's been built by primitive tools"
he said, examining the handiwork of the beams.
" no, no . Arcologies are enormous. That dome up there is just the tip of the whole structure..."
He stepped forward to the mine, feeling the tasks attach themselves to his sense of duty rapidly.
"Let's get down in there?"
(Sorry traveling by greyhound bus to go see the eclipse tomorrow, but I wanted to put in a response)
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"Yes, we should... This seems important to you. I'll do what I can to help, but this is your show from here"
HAS flicks on his eye mounted lights once more, bathing the path ahead in a bright white light... as the somewhat new, yet old design for the tunnel goes down into the darkness, spiraling much like some staircases Guy can remember being used in more lavish parts of the Arcology. While going down, HAS asks, somewhat sheepishly.
"You mentioned Arcologies being used to help keep humans, I think... how did they treat you?"
The tunnel seems to go down for quite some distance further, at least another 300 meters, depending on the size of this particular arcology.
(That's alright, glad you tried)
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(hey, I'm sorry. I kinda have lost steam toward this RP. I have let you down, sorry.)
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(That's alright... I guess this was too open ended of an RP to do with you. We can try to keep it going, or I can try another one)
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(I'm normally okay with open-ended ones. I'm just having a hard time with the emotions and "humanity" of robots. I would need to just take a back seat role more. Maybe be a player more than a creator.)
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(All things considered, I would be hard pressed to do the same, regarding the whole creator thing. I could, and already have a rough idea of this world's history so far... collaborative world building is one of the few things, that while note often done, can have quite good results...)
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