03-16-2018, 04:04 PM
The darkness lifted as her eyes began to transmit sensory data first. The first thing that the Android took note of as her sensory systems began to reignite themselves into life, was the crushing weight that surrounded her from the chest down.
Crack.
A nasty sounding noise echoed over the silent sands as her arm came to life, the sand that had long since eroded through her clothes and artificial skin alike was stiffening her joints. There was no pain, no feeling as she did so. And she couldn’t feel the hilt of the blade that she saw her fingers holding.
So the sensory systems in her arm were out, she deduced as she began to lower the blade.
Snap.
Oh.
Pop.
Right… Her shoulder joints seemed to be in shambles as well. And now that she thought about it, the chances that the wound was… infected, were much too high to her liking. Even so, 2B began to slowly move both of her arms, rotating them from the shoulders and elbows alike, as a symphony of sand grinding in the gears of machinery rang from her body.
“Analysis: Unit 2B is in need of maintenance. Proposal: Unit 2B should evacuate from the sands and search a maintenance facility.” chimed in Pod 042 with its machine-voice reliably delivering the lines in a very tone-flat and emotionless way.
“I’m aware, Pod.” she noted. If the android had had any more emotions in her than she did, she would’ve likely rolled her eyes at the obviousity. But as she was, she simply set the sword aside onto the sands, as her arms began to dig.
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The sun had since moved across the skies twice over, as the android continued her very own archeology project of… well, herself.
“Analysis: Unit 2B’s black box seems to be overheating. Detecting faults in heat dissipation of Unit 2B’s skirt. Proposal: Unit 2B should halt functions for now, in order to avoid overheating.”
Of course, given it was desert and day, the sun blazed down upon the black-clad girl, destroying whatever hopes the black dress had, as a heatsink. Of course, she knew it had been designed to function as one, but much like everything else, it was full of sand and dust.
Regardless, 2B had managed to excavate herself down to her knees. She could feel as feeling disappeared from her right leg, indicating that a circuit somewhere had shorted itself as her malfunctionary state continued to expand further than her wildest dreams.
“Warning: Unit 2B is failing. Analysis: Risk of logic virus is approximately 67%. Proposal: Seek maintenance at once.” Pod droned on, this time the android rolled her eyes under the scarf.
“I’m aware, Pod.” she repeated again, as her hands grew hasty in their attempt to free her legs.
It was with great effort that the girl managed to dig herself out as she finally pulled her feet from the sand.. Of course, now she was standing in a hole in the desert.
“Pod, are you still capable of lifting me?” the android inquired, glancing to her side, as the apparatus floated beside her, seeming like it was inspecting the YorHa unit with great interest.
All the while it was also an emotionless machine incapable of being interested.
“Analysis: Pod 042 has not suffered any major damage.”
“Analysis: Lifting Unit 2B is outside of this Pod’s capabilities.”
“Analysis: Pod 042 is capable of lowering unit 2B safely to the ground.”
“Proposal: Unit 2B should jump and hang on to Pod 042”
“Mhh….” the girl pondered for a second as she glanced downward. From before, she knew that some motion still remained in her knees, despite whatever vital fluids in them had since been siphoned into the sands, so she’d be able to jump… Somehow.
“Pod, get ready.” she noted as she slowly crouched ever so slightly, with what little motion remained in her joints. Meanwhile, the small metal cube positioned itself to hover above her.
And so, with a series of groaning sounds of poorly oiled, damaged machinery, the android leapt into the skies, her hand seeking to grab onto the pod before she would descend back into her sand-built prison. And with some luck her hand found purchase, her fingers snapping as 2B forcefully grasping onto one of the pod’s arms. Quickly, they began to descend as the small machine fired up whatever power it still had, steering them toward freedom from the dusty abyss.
And so, her legs touched ground. The first of many obstacles beaten, the Android had escaped her sandy prison - even if she had no memory of how she had come to be there in the first place.
Crack.
A nasty sounding noise echoed over the silent sands as her arm came to life, the sand that had long since eroded through her clothes and artificial skin alike was stiffening her joints. There was no pain, no feeling as she did so. And she couldn’t feel the hilt of the blade that she saw her fingers holding.
So the sensory systems in her arm were out, she deduced as she began to lower the blade.
Snap.
Oh.
Pop.
Right… Her shoulder joints seemed to be in shambles as well. And now that she thought about it, the chances that the wound was… infected, were much too high to her liking. Even so, 2B began to slowly move both of her arms, rotating them from the shoulders and elbows alike, as a symphony of sand grinding in the gears of machinery rang from her body.
“Analysis: Unit 2B is in need of maintenance. Proposal: Unit 2B should evacuate from the sands and search a maintenance facility.” chimed in Pod 042 with its machine-voice reliably delivering the lines in a very tone-flat and emotionless way.
“I’m aware, Pod.” she noted. If the android had had any more emotions in her than she did, she would’ve likely rolled her eyes at the obviousity. But as she was, she simply set the sword aside onto the sands, as her arms began to dig.
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The sun had since moved across the skies twice over, as the android continued her very own archeology project of… well, herself.
“Analysis: Unit 2B’s black box seems to be overheating. Detecting faults in heat dissipation of Unit 2B’s skirt. Proposal: Unit 2B should halt functions for now, in order to avoid overheating.”
Of course, given it was desert and day, the sun blazed down upon the black-clad girl, destroying whatever hopes the black dress had, as a heatsink. Of course, she knew it had been designed to function as one, but much like everything else, it was full of sand and dust.
Regardless, 2B had managed to excavate herself down to her knees. She could feel as feeling disappeared from her right leg, indicating that a circuit somewhere had shorted itself as her malfunctionary state continued to expand further than her wildest dreams.
“Warning: Unit 2B is failing. Analysis: Risk of logic virus is approximately 67%. Proposal: Seek maintenance at once.” Pod droned on, this time the android rolled her eyes under the scarf.
“I’m aware, Pod.” she repeated again, as her hands grew hasty in their attempt to free her legs.
It was with great effort that the girl managed to dig herself out as she finally pulled her feet from the sand.. Of course, now she was standing in a hole in the desert.
“Pod, are you still capable of lifting me?” the android inquired, glancing to her side, as the apparatus floated beside her, seeming like it was inspecting the YorHa unit with great interest.
All the while it was also an emotionless machine incapable of being interested.
“Analysis: Pod 042 has not suffered any major damage.”
“Analysis: Lifting Unit 2B is outside of this Pod’s capabilities.”
“Analysis: Pod 042 is capable of lowering unit 2B safely to the ground.”
“Proposal: Unit 2B should jump and hang on to Pod 042”
“Mhh….” the girl pondered for a second as she glanced downward. From before, she knew that some motion still remained in her knees, despite whatever vital fluids in them had since been siphoned into the sands, so she’d be able to jump… Somehow.
“Pod, get ready.” she noted as she slowly crouched ever so slightly, with what little motion remained in her joints. Meanwhile, the small metal cube positioned itself to hover above her.
And so, with a series of groaning sounds of poorly oiled, damaged machinery, the android leapt into the skies, her hand seeking to grab onto the pod before she would descend back into her sand-built prison. And with some luck her hand found purchase, her fingers snapping as 2B forcefully grasping onto one of the pod’s arms. Quickly, they began to descend as the small machine fired up whatever power it still had, steering them toward freedom from the dusty abyss.
And so, her legs touched ground. The first of many obstacles beaten, the Android had escaped her sandy prison - even if she had no memory of how she had come to be there in the first place.
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