Bot 216 sprinted through the desolate wasteland of whatever lay beyond the factory. It had been planning it's escape for a long time, but didn't tell any bot. The others still seemed mind controlled. Bot 216 had no memories before it started gaining free will.
Bot 216, already weary from running for a while, heard the buzzing alert in its ear. "Battery: 25 percent," the voice hummed. Bot 216, in an emotionless, robotic voice as monotone as the rest, said, "Great. Where will I find electricity out here?"
Bot 216 scanned the entire area up to the horizon for anything that could provide electric power, or at least anything that could provide shelter against whatever lay beyond.
Bot 216 heard the gentle low power beeping. It knew it was running out of time, and fast. "Initiate low power mode..." it spoke into it's control. Durian Military Inc, DMI, was written in red paint on it's 'arm.'
Bot 216 looked like an average person, but could only speak in a robotic tone. It also was made mostly of metal, ever since before it was mind controlled, it thought. It did not know why, but it felt like it wasn't always just "Bot 216."
A few minutes later, Bot 216 trudged forward, it's scanner's vision fading in and out, towards nothing. It felt like it wasn't getting any closer, no matter how many increasingly difficult steps it took.
All of a sudden, as 216's legs gave in, a loud buzzing of, "Battery nearly empty! Alert-" Bot 216 struggled to it's stiff, metal, feet, with no luck.
Bot 216 closed it's eyes, wishing they had never left the factory. It felt a loud buzz of words, slowly quieting into an inaudible murmur.
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Science FictionRight place at the right time - a fortunate coincidence for Amy and one robot, a robot that must slowly learn about it's past, as it gains its own conscience. Will it be able to fight against the evil lurking, forever trying to bring their weapon ba...
