The Knife Machine.

Sanctuary.

"My god" spat sandy, scrambling up from the ditch surrounding the outskirts "no joke when you said that was quite a blast, look at the state of this place!"

"Shut up and help look for them" Kanari growled spitefully back at him. She was fed up with him and his stubbornness, he never showed any gratitude.

"I'm a pink eye, not your slave. Why do I have to come on your expeditions to the middle of nowhere, what is the point!"

"Would've you preferred if I'd let you die. If I didn't do this, you'd be dead."

Sandy stayed quiet after that. Ahead of him was a field of destruction; the ground was painted black, desert plants were left burning, sending dark smoke into the sky from the creator the missile had caused. He tossed his thoughts for a while, remembering people running in and out houses and panicking on the streets as they'd ran past towards the source of the explosion. Screams had been the one thing he'd feared the most, he didn't know why, it just seemed to be printed into his mind like a recurring nightmare.

To Kanari's disappointment, he still didn't help, he merely pottered around the edge of the ditch, flicking his head and twisting on his feet. It didn't matter too much, there was no sign of survival or even any spare parts until, in the center of the crater, was a mangled twisted lump. At first, it looked like a bush but then she spotted glints of sunlight. It was a half demolished endoskeleton of an android; it's back bent and cracked, every limb deformed and blackened. Not a single bit of its body had its plastic cover on, every joint, cog and panel was exposed and broken beyond repair. Everywhere except for his face. It had only half of its face left, the rest had been burnt off. It had been E.P bot, rare to find outside the factory. This just made Kanari even sadder about the sight. She slipped her paw under edge of the mask, almost burning herself in the process, and wrenched the plastic off. She figured it would be the best part to take back to the sanctuary.

She was just about to turn back and go home when she heard sandy call in shock. He was stood beneath a dead tree, staring into the ditch. Ahead of him was a long skid mark in the dirt leading to the damp bottom of the ditch. Within it lay a crumpled brown furred mess, metal bars, wires and panels. It was a canine android, paws stook awkwardly in the air, endoskeleton cracked, the fur padding of its tail torn off, exposing the the ribs of its joints. Red leopard-like markings sprawled across its burnt hairs.

"Ohhh somethings very wrong" stammered sandy "958, if that's right, the machine itself must of gone haywire if its actually made that many. The ID number says its a purple eye, there are only supposed to be about twenty-five purple eyes."

"Most of the things you say don't make any sense to me, you know that" muttered Kanari "I thought you said there was only one android here."

"Its antenna is broken, has been for a long time. Despite that, it's in good condition." Said sandy, completely ignoring what she had said "It's ring wire is broken too, which works to our advantage. The only reason why its not moving is because of that blue eye, must of knocked it out before the blast."

"No ring wire, huh? I suppose you two have something in common then. Run home, tell every to get to their rooms, everybody except for 78"commanded Kanari. Sandy gave her a dark look.

"Why 78, Isn't he-"

Kanari interrupted him before he could finish.

"Go Now, don't make me say it again."

He didn't bother to argue this time, he simply turned around, skidded down the walls of the ditch and headed towards the sanctuary. Meanwhile, Kanari carefully padded down the side if the ditch, stepping on tree roots and whatever else could be used as a step, until she reached the bottom if the ditch. The floor was saturated, it was hard to stand upright; half the android's face had sunk into the mud. Gently, Kanari slipped her paw under the back of the android then, trying her best not to drop it, she hoisted its limp body onto hers. She cursed something under her breath as a coat of mud swept across her back from its mud sodden fur. Kanari hated getting her fur dirty, the bath in the sanctuary was practically useless thanks to the abuse its residents had given it.