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Years scavenging parts. Months of clumsy self-maintenance. Days spent fretting over even the smallest of faults. All that just for a chance to see the sun rise for another day. All that thrown away today, all for a single errant failure brought about by sheer chance. She knew she would not live past this day. After all, she was at the mercy of a complete stranger, one she just assaulted, no less. People have died over far pettier disagreements. Even worse, the figure before her understood what he was doing. If he had no mechanical competency, she'd be used up and thrown aside. An unpleasant fate, but a quick one. However, since he knew his way with machines, it wouldn't just be one night. It would be countless stretches of darkness, denigration after denigration as what little independence she has loses all validity. She'll no longer be a person, assuming she would even have enough conscious thought left to conceptualize her fading humanity. Joey took a step towards her. The gynoid weakly lifted an arm, trying to fend him off, but the arm had no strength in it. She tried to at least crawl away, but her efforts were rewarded only with the whine of overtaxed processors bellowing out more smoke. She could only watch as her access panel was once again exposed to the attentions of a stranger. Joey set the gynoid in an upright position and looked inside. As he suspected, his slapdash repair job was not adequate. What was once electrical tape was reduced to molten plastic by her meltdown, and her primary cooling fan had once more left its post. Also, there was a whole host of problems he had overlooked before. Problems really become obvious when they start causing problems. Oh well. At least he saw some simple stuff he could jury-rig for the moment. He grabbed his tools and started working. |
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