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Across the globe, massive towers and heaps of trash had become the landscape. In the Fukurodani neighborhood in Japan, there were few towers or skyscrapers, merely heaps and piles lying around buildings, burying them. Not that there was anyone left to try and enter the ruins. In fact, there was no one left at all. Humans had run from the issue of all the garbage they had allowed to bury them, refusing to fix the problem early on due to apathy. Then when their problems had become to difficult to ignore, they had run away, taking off into space, how long ago? Who knew. Bokuto had long lost track of the time. He padded through the dead silent streets, keeping a loose eye out for anything in the trash heaps the looked interesting. He knew he might be missing things buried within the heaps, but he lacked the motivation to go digging right now. He wandered back to his complex by following a familiar route, running his eyes over the billboards that surrounded the warehouse where he resided. Re-reading the words he'd read a million times before; "OPERATION: WELLNESS AND LIFE" Once, on a search through an office building where he'd acquired a rolling chair for the collection of human stuff that he kept in his warehouse, he'd found a screen that was still playing the announcements from when project O:WL had first been broadcast to the public. A random human, probably someone important rambling about going to space and leaving the O:WLBots to dispose of the garbage. However their army of cleaning robots had been hastily built and with the bots working themselves day and night after the humans left, they'd broken quickly. Seeing this happening, Bokuto had stopped working, and watched everyone burn themselves out until it was just him, the shells of the other O:WLBots which he took spare parts from to keep himself running, and the trash. The humans never came back.
O:WLBot B, who had subsequently named himself Bokuto, had calculated how long it would take him to clean the entire Earth by himself, and knew that he would break long before he would ever finish, so now he looked for stuff to keep him entertained for the rest of however long he could stay running by using the parts of other O:WLBots. He took parts from them whenever one of his components became run-down, which over time, resulted in him looking very patchwork. When Bokuto had been built, he was designed to look strong, to give people hope that the project would work. However, now his black hair was mixed with patches of white, his eyes were golden, and his skin and work clothes; a ripped black tank top, durable work pants, and heavy boots, were all covered in dust. He lived in a warehouse that had originally been built to hold most of the O:WLBots from the area, but now that none of them ever returned, he filled the rest of his shelves with human stuff. He spent his time alone, but remained rather cheerful, his favourite hobby was taking one of the balls he'd collected and hitting it around outside the complex. He had found several balls which all looked similar, and once he found one in packaging, which labeled them 'volleyballs'. They were pretty fun. he ended up messing around with one of the volleyballs when he got back, which was why he was outside when the first red dot appeared.