The Jesters Play

Act 1 scene 6: Bunker thoughts

Chapter 7
Coming out of rest mode, Sun let out a groan. His body felt heavy and stiff. Like he was laying in a weird position. His processors groggy as his eyes adjusted to the lighting. Being greeted by a concrete ceiling.
Sun looked with confusion. Was he in a bunker? He thought Moon sold all of them.
Upon sitting up, Sun grimaced as the cord plugged into the back of his head tugged tightly. So he reached back and gently ran his fingers through his wires till he got to the one. He had been plugged in and left to charge to full. Which he had to admit felt great.
He carefully unplugged the cord, feeling a slight twinge as it disconnected, and looked around. He was in a small dimmed room. He was sitting on the couch with a small coffee table in front of him. The walls tapped with random blue prints and shelves containing several books and small nick nacks.
Sitting with his head flat on the table, was Solar. Arms used as cushions as he was in sleep mode. Same kind of cord that Sun was plugged in with.
Sun let out a sigh of relief and realization.
Right, the two were stuck in a different dimension and Solar found us a place to crash. Sun looked down at his legs, finding that the lower thighs were removed and his pants were tied off at his knee joints. The extra material cut.
Sun grimaced at the memory of the landing as A phantom pain crawled through his systems. Solar must have removed them to cut some weigh. Their models were decently heavy to humans.
Sun leaned back, trying to shake off the phantom pain before slipping off the couch to sit beside the solar bot. He studied the relaxed form of his companion. Glancing at his battery. 87%.
Good, he had some time to gather his thoughts before Solar woke. Sun leaned against the couch, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling.
Sun had no idea if they were even close to some sort of civilization. Having went into sleep mode seconds after Solar started carrying him. Being lured to sleep by the sound of Solars inner mechanics and unnatural warmth. Soft clicks and ticks had filled his audio sensors. He found comfort in them. A sense of safety that Sun hadn't felt in his entire existence. It felt nice, Sun admitted.
The soft groan and yawn interrupted Suns thoughts. Sun sat up, turning to his companion as Solar let out another yawn. Rubbing his eyes with his gloved hands, Solar stretched. Turning to look at Sun.
"Oh? You're up." Solar questioned, "how's your charge?"
"Full.  Been for a bit."
"You should have woke me. We would have left this bunker sooner."
Sun shrugged and smiled, "you looked too comfortable to disturb."
Solar let out a chuckle and rolled his eyes. His back was a bit sore from sleeping at the table, but he said nothing as he unplugged.
Making sure Sun was comfortable on his back he headed out of the bunker. Pushing the hatch up, the two were greeted with the bright Sun shining far in the sky and the end of a gun.
"Shit."

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