I stood up and placed my hands on my front face to search for dents.
"...?"
How does a robot, that doesn't have a sense of touch, feels its face for dents you ask? That's the same question I asked myself the moment I placed my hand on my face.
"...Didn't think of that," I muttered.
As I was searching through my face, I saw a clear puddle of water right beside where I am.
"...Hmm. Still the same as ever," Surprisingly there were no dents nor damage to my face as I look over to see my reflection through the puddle.
Aside from the fact that I'm a robot, I'm also a hard one. Maybe the materials used on me were good quality, especially around my head. I feel like I can headbutt solid steel with full force and still be good as new afterward.
Just what am I made of?
While I was looking around my surroundings to see if anyone had seen me, I saw a man with a hose in his hands, probably watering the plants near here. He made a face as though he saw a man surviving a forty feet jump and landing face first.
Where did he come from? I'm sure I didn't see anyone before jumping out the window.
The man with the water hose hissed, "I ain't paid for this shit. First, there's a war happening, then followed by a suicidal fucker like you..." Avoiding eye contact as though pretending he saw nothing. "What in the fuck is happening to our country..." he then slowly, without hesitation, turned his back on me and walked away.
War...?
Did I hear correctly? A war? In a city like this where children play without a care in the world?
"Wait a minute, a war?" I said, approaching him. "Can you tell me the details?"
He turned around with his hose spraying water all over me. "Ask other people, you fucking creep!" he exclaimed. "There are other things that I have to do other than to listen to your bullshits..." he then continued to walk away from me.
Hold on, machines are not great with water... right? But -
"No changes, huh..." Despite having my whole body soaked in water, it didn't malfunction.
I really am convenient, huh...
Thank God, my creator made me waterproof.
Wait... Who's God?
Anyway, I analyzed the situation I'm in - It seems we're in an apartment building, and it looks like I'm correct, the room that we are in was more or less forty feet above the ground.
Wait, did Mr. Aaron build me in his apartment? He also wears tight pants while working.
Is that what they call... weird?
Or is he the normal one?
I don't know...
Back to the main subject – No other people were around besides the man with a foul mouth. I wish I can ask him about the thing he said a while back but he already left – ignoring my questions, even.
Time.
What time is it now?
I don't have anything with me to track time.
Well, asking someone for the time is an option, but there's this one thing that I know, registered in my mind rather, on how to track the current time - From the sun.
Yes. The sun.
Well, not asking the sun for the current time literally, but from its position.
Despite its heat, it is also convenient for tracking time.
