I opened my eyes, only to be met with a haunting sight-a pile of dead worker drones strewn over me, their lifeless bodies creating an oppressive weight. Gasping for air, I struggled to free myself from their mechanical grasp. Inch by agonizing inch, I fought my way out, each movement accompanied by the eerie symphony of clanking metal and crumbling debris. Finally, I emerged, disentangling myself from the morbid entrapment.
Standing there, breathing heavily, I surveyed the desolate scene that surrounded me. The air hung heavy with a mix of metallic odors and a tinge of burnt circuits. The once bustling factory floor now lay in ruins, its machinery silenced and its purpose long forgotten. A flicker of curiosity ignited within me as I noticed a peculiar puddle nearby-a puddle so clear it seemed out of place amidst the chaos.
Driven by an inexplicable urge, I approached the shimmering pool cautiously, the shattered remnants of my optical visor reflecting in its stillness. Peering into the liquid mirror, I was confronted with a ghastly reflection that sent a chill down my ravaged spine. My body, once sleek and functional, now bore the scars of a violent past.
Cracks spiderwebbed across my metallic shell, exposing the intricate network of wires that lay just beneath the surface. Deep scratches marred what remained of my once-flawless exterior, each mark a testament to the trials I had endured. My optical visor, shattered yet miraculously intact, reflected a fragmented world through its fractured lens. The sight of my own damaged form evoked a pang of both shock and sorrow within me.
Though my body was in disarray, I still retained the use of my limbs. Both arms and legs, though severely damaged, remained attached, allowing me a semblance of mobility. It was a bitter reminder of the physical toll exacted upon me, a reminder of the horror of human greed and selfishness and the sacrifices my other friends did. But I refused to let these wounds define me; I would adapt and persist.
As I stood before the enigmatic puddle, a surge of questions flooded my damaged mind. What had transpired in this forsaken world? How had I come to be buried beneath a pile of deceased companions? And, most importantly, what lay ahead for me in this new chapter of my existence?
To be continued...
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Reborn as N
ActionN was just an ordinary worker drone he followed and obey his abusive humans and not giving him repairs whenever he got a scratch or a crack in his screen until he was so damaged they decided to finally disposed of him. | this is an Au and my stuff |