Post by Jakob on Jun 6, 2012 12:26:26 GMT -4
Every step resulted in sparks emitting from the exposed left shoulder. The swinging left arm could not be raised at the moment. Jakob told himself he would get to repairs once he got home.
It was a long walk from Canada. He avoided the highways and his GPS was damaged, which made the walk all the more convoluted and time-consuming. As a robot, with proper maintenance, he has all the time in the world.
He couldn't wait to resume operations in Tremorton. He couldn't wait to no longer have to wear the baggy gear in a vain attempt to hide his identity. He couldn't wait to get back to simple encounters with those he had called his allies- no, his friends.
WELCOME TO TREMORTON. That's what the sign said in big, bold letters. It hung above the point where the massive fissure ended. Jakob would emit a sigh of relief if he were a human. At last, home.
He would've missed the newscasts during his two week-long walk. News stations broadcasted all over the world, the sudden 'explosions' that occurred on Canadian soil. Curiously, the explosions were nowhere near any cities, or any prominent locations. Investigation into the strike locations revealed bunkers. Bunkers no one knew existed; they seemed too new to be re-purposed NORAD bunkers. No news station dared to film inside the bunkers, due to the mass death that lay strewn within
The good doctor's will had been done... but it was not without sacrifice.
Aside from the almost removed arm, Jakob's armour was riddled with piercings, dents and bullet holes. His helmet was all but completely destroyed, and that wasn't even considering the state of his shredded uniform.
As he crossed the border into his home away from home- rather, his only home left- he laughed.
Home, he was home.
An hour later, he arrived at the door to his bunker. There were signs of people trying to break and enter, but there didn't appear to be success. Jakob didn't care. The most that could be stolen was the television and the duct tape-covered sofa. He had locked and hidden the door leading down to the basement. Even there, he had hidden the computer in the vault.
He felt relieved that the place hadn't been impounded yet. He guessed that even if they could, there wouldn't be anyone around who would bid on this place in an auction.
The keys he produced were probably the only unscathed thing on the android's person. He opened up his home and briskly slipped in.
After locking the door, he turned on the television and slumped on the sofa. From under the sofa he produced a toolkit and welding supplies.
Repairs had begun.
It was a long walk from Canada. He avoided the highways and his GPS was damaged, which made the walk all the more convoluted and time-consuming. As a robot, with proper maintenance, he has all the time in the world.
He couldn't wait to resume operations in Tremorton. He couldn't wait to no longer have to wear the baggy gear in a vain attempt to hide his identity. He couldn't wait to get back to simple encounters with those he had called his allies- no, his friends.
WELCOME TO TREMORTON. That's what the sign said in big, bold letters. It hung above the point where the massive fissure ended. Jakob would emit a sigh of relief if he were a human. At last, home.
He would've missed the newscasts during his two week-long walk. News stations broadcasted all over the world, the sudden 'explosions' that occurred on Canadian soil. Curiously, the explosions were nowhere near any cities, or any prominent locations. Investigation into the strike locations revealed bunkers. Bunkers no one knew existed; they seemed too new to be re-purposed NORAD bunkers. No news station dared to film inside the bunkers, due to the mass death that lay strewn within
The good doctor's will had been done... but it was not without sacrifice.
Aside from the almost removed arm, Jakob's armour was riddled with piercings, dents and bullet holes. His helmet was all but completely destroyed, and that wasn't even considering the state of his shredded uniform.
As he crossed the border into his home away from home- rather, his only home left- he laughed.
Home, he was home.
An hour later, he arrived at the door to his bunker. There were signs of people trying to break and enter, but there didn't appear to be success. Jakob didn't care. The most that could be stolen was the television and the duct tape-covered sofa. He had locked and hidden the door leading down to the basement. Even there, he had hidden the computer in the vault.
He felt relieved that the place hadn't been impounded yet. He guessed that even if they could, there wouldn't be anyone around who would bid on this place in an auction.
The keys he produced were probably the only unscathed thing on the android's person. He opened up his home and briskly slipped in.
After locking the door, he turned on the television and slumped on the sofa. From under the sofa he produced a toolkit and welding supplies.
Repairs had begun.