I wake up.
I behold my domain.
It is a corner of the scrapyard; a horde of recycled parts. Its wealth is optimal, and—until I degrade—it is enough for me.
I am an arm on three wheels. My internals are open to the world. I am vulnerable, so I must be me a poet. Truly, my accomplishments are innumerable.
I stand at a might 75 centimeters tall...with my arm raised up. I am 24 centimeters flat. Perfect for accessing rare caches of glorious treasure, such as bottles, rubber bands, and more.
My locomotion is achieved by dragging myself along, and the ride is as smooth as gravel, with the help of my scrapped wheels, mounted on uneven axles.
I have finally achieved a major point of progress: a battery-powered motor! I tested it last night, but I must have had such a wild celebration that I do not remember how well it went, so I will experiment once again!
Powering up motor in three... two... one...
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(Battery power insufficient for motors. Brownout has occurred. Restarting computer with onboard CMOS battery.)
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I wake up.
I behold my domain.
It is a corner of the scrapyard; a horde of recycled parts. Its wealth is optimal, and—until I degrade—it is enough for me.
I am an arm on three wheels...