11-01-2016, 08:57 AM
The android woke up.
Pop-ups on his internal display informed him that his last ‘login’ had been nearly a month earlier.
With a labored groan, the preteen machine grabbed the closest solid object and pulled himself into an upright position. His visuals took a few moments longer to stabilize, but when they did, he noticed that he was in a small hut. The solid object to his right was an armrest, and a look at the lower half of his body revealed that he was lying in a beaten-up chair. In an attempt to make it feel more like a bed, the recliner had been tilted all the way back, but a quick glance revealed that there wasn’t any sort of lever to shift it back into chair mode.
“Where… where am I?” The diagnostics showed that his body had been hard at work repairing the wealth of damage he had sustained on his exodus from the Endless Dunes.
I’ll be back one day…
At the moment, the ‘Tsartan’ was too powerful for the cyborg to deal with on his own. He’d only managed to defeat the ruthless barbarian with the aid of others, and in one of those instances, his ally had been slain trying to stop the madman. One day, Cell Delta would have to face justice for what he’d done to Heat Man and countless other innocents in his mad quest for power.
“Ugh,” Proto Man groaned as he slipped his legs over the side of worn recliner. The healing process still wasn’t complete—he could still detect places across his body where the plating had yet to fully repair itself. Most of his systems were fully operational, including his wireless connection and GPS, so he knew he was somewhere in the Vasty Deep. A quick map showed that he was more than a few days’ worth of travel removed from any of the verse’s Gates. His location? The map didn’t specify a name or any details beyond the fact that it was an island with a mostly tropical climate.
Stumbling and lurching as he moved, Proto Man made it to the entrance to the little room. Outside of the hut, he could see a few palm trees and what seemed to be, for all intents and purposes, a beautiful beach ripped straight from a newspaper ad for timeshares down south.
“I’ll take it.” The android said with a smile as he looked around for some sign of the hut’s owner. Whoever they were, they deserved a thank you for not leaving him to rust on the beach.
Pop-ups on his internal display informed him that his last ‘login’ had been nearly a month earlier.
With a labored groan, the preteen machine grabbed the closest solid object and pulled himself into an upright position. His visuals took a few moments longer to stabilize, but when they did, he noticed that he was in a small hut. The solid object to his right was an armrest, and a look at the lower half of his body revealed that he was lying in a beaten-up chair. In an attempt to make it feel more like a bed, the recliner had been tilted all the way back, but a quick glance revealed that there wasn’t any sort of lever to shift it back into chair mode.
“Where… where am I?” The diagnostics showed that his body had been hard at work repairing the wealth of damage he had sustained on his exodus from the Endless Dunes.
I’ll be back one day…
At the moment, the ‘Tsartan’ was too powerful for the cyborg to deal with on his own. He’d only managed to defeat the ruthless barbarian with the aid of others, and in one of those instances, his ally had been slain trying to stop the madman. One day, Cell Delta would have to face justice for what he’d done to Heat Man and countless other innocents in his mad quest for power.
“Ugh,” Proto Man groaned as he slipped his legs over the side of worn recliner. The healing process still wasn’t complete—he could still detect places across his body where the plating had yet to fully repair itself. Most of his systems were fully operational, including his wireless connection and GPS, so he knew he was somewhere in the Vasty Deep. A quick map showed that he was more than a few days’ worth of travel removed from any of the verse’s Gates. His location? The map didn’t specify a name or any details beyond the fact that it was an island with a mostly tropical climate.
Stumbling and lurching as he moved, Proto Man made it to the entrance to the little room. Outside of the hut, he could see a few palm trees and what seemed to be, for all intents and purposes, a beautiful beach ripped straight from a newspaper ad for timeshares down south.
“I’ll take it.” The android said with a smile as he looked around for some sign of the hut’s owner. Whoever they were, they deserved a thank you for not leaving him to rust on the beach.