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Biograft & Reader

One's' Trash - Nothers' treasure!

'It's scrap metal' they said-

'You will never find anything in that hunk o' junk graveyard' - they said!

Well, lookie who's laughing now! Who's carrying a couple thousand bux worth of a robot now, huh?

"They told me i'm cuckoo, that I'm craaazy-" you mock, all the times you were laughed at and ridiculed were winding back in your head like a broken record. Over and over and over again- But they were wrong, you were now dragging the heap of metal over to your car.

"But to that I quote- '

you try to distract yourself from the sheer heaviness of the thing, as you grind your teeth together.

"'the demon who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night-'

you drop the metal in front of the car, finally getting it where you wanted it to be "'..but one.'"

To sum it up- you had just hit the jackpot of all jackpots. Every day, you pass your local trash site and peek in for scraps- the stories of demons finding goldmines amongst trash always sparked your interest. 'Made up' your ass!

The biograft you were dragging along creaked on the floor, as you pulled it to your car. The robot wasn't working now, but a battery recharge and a hearty polish will make it look as if you just picked it up from the conveyor belt!

You slammed open the car door, sweating while trying to push in and fit the biograft on the back seat. It was a real workout, pounds and pounds of pure metal muscle and code. Your shoes loudly scrape against the dried ground below, and with a final push you manage to get it to fit inside of the backside of the car.

"Great!" You huff, wiping the sweat off your forehead, also taking a few steps back to admire the handy work. The robot did not look uncomfortable- but it wasn't active yet so who actually cares at all?

By deities, was it a hot day...

You got inside your horribly parked car which was decorated with several ugly scratches across its paint job, and drove off.

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After getting stuck in a traffic jam caused by the Flipside concert happening near, you were now in your freshly air conditioned home. In which you collapsed the moment the wind hit you at your doormat.

Currently, your phone stands unplugged in favor of the robot. Sacrifices must be made, and that means your phone battery. Which also leads to you being unable to call anyone if the robot turned on you and jumped you.

Whatever, at least you won't have to explain to the neighbors why there is an oddly biograft shaped dent in the floor leading to your apartment. That sounds like a future self issue.

Staring at the oversized tin can, you watched it first glow an evil villain red- and then shift into a softer yellow. Probably an indication of low battery.

Getting ready for interaction, you slide in front of the sitting robot, deciding to kneel down to its level.

"Hi!" You waved your hand slightly, looking at its glowing optics. But you were met with nothing.

You frown, getting back on your legs as you circled around it like a cat, attempting to get to the charger which you suspect was the problem. Its angle could be the reason, perhaps you should try to position it differentl-

"TRACKING LOCATION : . . ."

Your air was knocked out upon hearing the automated message, as you went still as stone- feeling like a kid who got caught doing something they shouldn't.