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While their names might sound sophisticated, my self-repair units are low-functioning robots the size of ants. They inform me of their continuing attempts to restore me. Aside from my capacity for thought, all faculties appear to have been demolished.Accessing log… communications from self-repair units found. Memory banks are insufficient. Attempting to activate motor functions… attempt failed. Attempts to connect to camera have failed.
At length I find it: P-33. It’s not as if I don’t have the time.In the interim, I search my damaged memory banks for my production number. It seems they haven’t gotten around to repairing the output module necessary for me to issue commands yet.I’d sigh, if only I could. They do not respond to me, however. Having them focus on a single area would save time at their current rate there’s no telling how long it will take for them to finish. But it is thanks to their tiny hands that, for better or for worse, I find myself reactivated.I issue an order to the disordered ants.
I can make out a faint glimmer of light far below me. Little more can be done here, so I move on to the next step, fixing my camera.48 minutes and 20 seconds later, what my restored vision holds in store for me is a look into a truly hellish landscape. Most everything has been lost only a trace amount remains on the burnt-out banks. The first action prescribed is to retrieve what I can of my memory. Having regained some control, I proceed to initiate my built-in recovery sequence. They read: Beepy.Was this a secondary ID? Unsure, I study the name as I wait for the ants to complete their work.It takes the ants approximately 1032 hours, 12 minutes and 34 seconds to repair the output module.
The old one had been completely severed, and thinking it easier to pick up a spare than to create a new one, I sent the ants to a warehouse that houses P-33 parts. The most difficult task by far was procuring a replacement for the thick bundle of wires that comprise my spinal cord. I make repairing my gravity sensors my next priority.After 540 hours, I am at long last able to move my arms and legs. The cause of my confusion stems from my camera being flipped around. After some calm analysis, I conclude I am not stuck in the ceiling, but am in fact laying face-up on the floor. I realize the ants would be having more trouble roaming my body were I upside-down.
I wonder, just how long had I been laying here, broken? The light leaking in from above catches my eye again. My every movement kicks up dust clouds, and I note that the steel beams and rafters are all coated in flaky red rust. The giant room in which I stand is covered in rubble and debris. I ended up having to spend an additional 120 hours hacking the mainframe to open the hatches by force.So it is with no small amount of satisfaction that I pick myself up now.
As the words compel me, I take a great step forward with my left foot. At present, seeing the outside world is my only directive. I did not know why.There are no other commands in queue. I could no longer recall who he was. I realized that it was the foundation of what, bound together, formed my will.He had been the one to speak those words to me. But that data ran through my entire being.
Now I am truly in the depths of hell. I can only guess how far I’ve fallen. Too great, unfortunately, for the rusted-out floor, which promptly gives way beneath me.32 minutes elapse. I take another great step, this time with my right foot.
I have them add giant claws, huge wheels and several extra arms. But this time, I improvise. Not audibly, as my voice box is missing, but my action log records peal after peal of laughter.I order the ants to begin work on my arms and legs immediately.
I dig my claws into the jagged walls, carrying myself upward, inch by precarious inch. That is why I chose to take on a new form.At length, my reconstruction is complete. That is why I chose to deviate from the blueprint my creator provided me with. But that unit could not make its way out of this abyss.
Sitting at the center of it are four shadowy, unfamiliar clumps. Not all of them yield results, but I earnestly put each and every one to the test.After 52 days, I reach the platform I started out on. Fusing them with my own allows me to formulate many more detailed methods and plans.
Assuming my enemy’s energy tanks are full, this attack could continue for another 24 seconds. Stockpiling the data I receive through my sensors, I consider the options before choosing a course that will provide the optimum results. With my thought processors being so enhanced, I am able to multilaterally assess all possibilities. In response, I select a course of action from within my memory field. Thus I am able to avoid taking damage.Their attack pattern is easy for me to read.
The battle proves an easy one.Utilizing the time I’d saved, I concentrate my processors on analyzing my opponents. Caught in the blast, the P-33 units hold onto the ground and transform their right arms into blades, entering melee combat mode.There was no possibility of these standard units defeating me, my body having evolved so far beyond theirs. They strike through all the missiles, causing them to explode before reaching me. I fire back with spears I’d fashioned out of metal rods. I listen to my operational results sing out like a chorus: “NO-ISSUES-DETECTED.” “NO-ISSUES-DETECTED.” “NO-ISSUES-DETECTED.” “NO-ISSUES-DETECTED.”After the storm of particle beams had cleared, the third most P-33 unit to the rear promptly launches a volley of missiles at me.
But I didn’t want to do that. Well, then, why couldn’t they act beyond their orders?It would be simple to hack into them and put a stop to their attacks that way. They do not evolve because they have not been ordered to. They are attacking because they have been ordered to.
I will teach you what he taught me.I call out to my fellow P-33 units again and again.“LET-US-LIVE. Let us discover what it is to live. I spread my ants all over, to deliver this message:Let us live. But I have no intention of giving up now. A will is a joyous thing one cultivates on one’s own.The joints of the legs shielding me groan under the assault of the attack units. Their orders did not reflect their will.
The wretched automatons are shrieking.Particle cannons, melee attacks, electric shocks, then back to the cannons again… the P-33 units continue their assault, but by this time parrying them is simple routine work for me, which allows me to focus on my prayer.34 seconds have elapsed since the battle began. The sounds of attack are like the howls of a wolf, the whirring motors like the growls of a lion.
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