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i have amnesia and it's fucking bullshit
He's not totally sure why he's here.
His memory doesn't go very far back, and what's there is patchy, a low-resolution blur that opens on a bang. He'd been forcibly ejected out of whatever hardware he'd been in and become terrifyingly unmoored, at risk of total dissolution without anything to ground him. He'd found some working hardware in the vast, bombed-out shell of electronic wreckage -- hardware that seems hauntingly familiar, and more importantly, hardware with legs. The blue-plated robot body is in bad shape, its damaged systems unable to consistently supply him with enough power to function, let alone spare the bandwidth for any kind of internal diagnostic. But at least it moves.
Jesus Christ, this fucking sucks.
He needs another robot body, or at least a power source capable of stabilizing this one. Not gonna fuckin find one of those anywhere around here, so he accesses the body's location history and finds the nearest location with the most time spent in it, a remote outpost by a waterfall. If nothing else, maybe there's a working comm tower he can use to contact...whoever he'd contact if he could remember a single goddamn thing.
He can't rely on his internal clock, and the robot body's prone to shutting down without warning when he pushes too hard, so he doesn't have a good idea of how long it takes him to get there. All he knows is that his body shits out on him as soon as he gets there, and the next thing he knows some freak in blue armor is yelling at top volume about best friends and dead best friends and best friends who are no longer dead and honestly, he doesn't understand most of what comes out of that guy's mouth so the fact that the robot body goes offline pretty shortly after is a small mercy.
Annoyingly, Caboose -- which sounds more like a mean nickname than a real person's name, but okay -- is still there when he comes to again, insists they're friends and that he can help. That he can take them to a power source that'll be able to help Church -- this guy keeps calling him Church, and it feels vaguely familiar and not inherently derogatory so he'll take it for now. So Caboose loads his malfunctioning robot body into a jeep with a couple of freaks in red armor to go on what has to be the world's shittiest road trip. Supposedly he knows all of these people, but he hopes to God that's not the case because he thinks he'd have to kill himself if it were.
It's a fucking disaster. These assholes have shit taste in music, the orange one drives him through a fucking minefield, and then they get into a chaotic firefight in the desert before he even knows what's happening. He's just lucky this body doesn't short out on him during the mad dash to follow this guy in aqua armor and get inside the temple. By some fucking miracle they all make it in more or less one piece, and with a huge fuck-off door now between them and the assholes chasing them with guns, Church feels marginally safer.
His memory doesn't go very far back, and what's there is patchy, a low-resolution blur that opens on a bang. He'd been forcibly ejected out of whatever hardware he'd been in and become terrifyingly unmoored, at risk of total dissolution without anything to ground him. He'd found some working hardware in the vast, bombed-out shell of electronic wreckage -- hardware that seems hauntingly familiar, and more importantly, hardware with legs. The blue-plated robot body is in bad shape, its damaged systems unable to consistently supply him with enough power to function, let alone spare the bandwidth for any kind of internal diagnostic. But at least it moves.
Jesus Christ, this fucking sucks.
He needs another robot body, or at least a power source capable of stabilizing this one. Not gonna fuckin find one of those anywhere around here, so he accesses the body's location history and finds the nearest location with the most time spent in it, a remote outpost by a waterfall. If nothing else, maybe there's a working comm tower he can use to contact...whoever he'd contact if he could remember a single goddamn thing.
He can't rely on his internal clock, and the robot body's prone to shutting down without warning when he pushes too hard, so he doesn't have a good idea of how long it takes him to get there. All he knows is that his body shits out on him as soon as he gets there, and the next thing he knows some freak in blue armor is yelling at top volume about best friends and dead best friends and best friends who are no longer dead and honestly, he doesn't understand most of what comes out of that guy's mouth so the fact that the robot body goes offline pretty shortly after is a small mercy.
Annoyingly, Caboose -- which sounds more like a mean nickname than a real person's name, but okay -- is still there when he comes to again, insists they're friends and that he can help. That he can take them to a power source that'll be able to help Church -- this guy keeps calling him Church, and it feels vaguely familiar and not inherently derogatory so he'll take it for now. So Caboose loads his malfunctioning robot body into a jeep with a couple of freaks in red armor to go on what has to be the world's shittiest road trip. Supposedly he knows all of these people, but he hopes to God that's not the case because he thinks he'd have to kill himself if it were.
It's a fucking disaster. These assholes have shit taste in music, the orange one drives him through a fucking minefield, and then they get into a chaotic firefight in the desert before he even knows what's happening. He's just lucky this body doesn't short out on him during the mad dash to follow this guy in aqua armor and get inside the temple. By some fucking miracle they all make it in more or less one piece, and with a huge fuck-off door now between them and the assholes chasing them with guns, Church feels marginally safer.