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He sat up slowly. All that was in sight was shrapnel. Lots and lots of shrapnel. Random limbs from Sentre drones and bots, old supporters from buildings, and a dog. He was placed upon a mountain; a mountain of medal. He very gingerly set one of his feet onto a steel beam only inches away. The green lights in his eyes flickered as he slowly moved his body weight onto the beam. One foot down, only 20 more to go.
He slowly made his way down the mound, step by step, until he was about three feet from the ground, when he slipped, tumbling onto his side. He groaned, trying to lift his head from the ground, shaking it.
“Oh, boy,” He exclaimed, glancing around for the dog again. The dog was only a few meters away, lapping up water from a puddle. He began to make his way over to the dog, “Ralphie,” is what the football bot called him. “Blitz,” is the name Mr. Peanut had used for the bot.
Once he had reached to dog, something managed to catch his eye; his reflection. Peering into the puddle, he saw that yellow-headed, big-eyed, big-smiled, bot. He was alive. Chris was alive. Well, not fully alive. He was still Chris; the memories, the emotion, the words—nope. Scratch that. He assumed that sense his actual body was dead, he might be able to form actual sentences, and not be forced to use the pre-recorded phrases from the ‘Kid Cosmo’ show that he loved. He was wrong.
“Jessie, Jessie!” He called out. The dog jumped on return, tucking its ears back, and retreating to… wherever.
“Always remember, Kid Cosmo’s your pal,” He expressed, the dog freezing in place, head cocked out of curiosity—almost as if it understood him.
“I better hurry! There’s trouble on the moon!” He claimed excitedly, looking around. Ralphie moving to sniff him.
“We can team up!” He exclaimed, beginning to walk (Ralphie followed suit behind). After about ten minutes of trying to maneuver his way out of the junkyard, he spotted a sign.
Property of Sentre Technologies, it read.
In the distance, he saw an HRM 60 chassis and an HRM 20 chassis. The bot that he and Michelle found with the man was an HRM bot. “Herm,” was what he heard the man, “Keats,”, call him. He looked around more closely, hoping to see the man to help him find Michelle, but there was no Keats, Herm, Michelle, or anyone in sight. He wondered how he was going to get back. Without deactivation.
Now he needed to figure out how to get back to Blue Sky Acres.
“Blue Sky Acres, an oasis of safety, in an uncaring desert,” As Mr. Peanut put it. Glancing around one more time, he spotted a clearing in the trees. He looked down towards the dog on his left. The pale golden retriever, only sniffed the bot’s hand in response, probably looking for treats.
“Here we go!” He cried happily, as he started for the clearing.
Blue Sky Acres, here he comes.