Choo choo motherfuckers, I'm writing another fic about some machine lady fucking about. This one's a fair bit smaller though. Not quite a self insert though I reckon if you enjoy that kind of stuff you might like this too, but what do I know? (This is being crossposted from my
spacebattles account, by the way.)
Or a better description, what happens when you take the mind of some random ass raider and put it into an experimental Assaultron unit?
And here we go.
C-1A.
[TERTIARY PROCESSOR CYCLE STARTED.]
[WARNING: PRIMARY PROCESSOR OFFLINE.]
[ROUTING POWER TO SECONDARY PROCESSOR.]
[ERROR: SECONDARY PROCESSOR NOT AVAILABLE.]
[ERROR: PRIMARY PROCESSOR NOT AVAILABLE.]
[ALTERNATIVE PROCESSOR DETECTED.]
[BOOTING METEMPSYCHOSIS PROCESSOR UNIT.]
[UNIT ONLINE.]
I woke up.
Or...maybe...it would be more realistic to say that I was suddenly
aware.
You feel groggy when you wake up. Still somewhat tired. Your brain needs a little bit of time to catch up.
I got none of that. It was like a switch had been flipped. Off. On.
I had about two seconds, to glance at a pile of rubble with
crystal clear vision before the...
messages started popping into my
head.
[WARNING: CHASSIS SURFACE ARMOR DAMAGED.]
[WARNING: LEFT CLAW ACTUATOR OFFLINE.]
[WARNING: RUINER LASER CANNON DAMAGED.]
[WARNING: LEFT KNEE-JOINT ARTICULATOR DAMAGED.]
[ASSAULTRON UNIT OPERATIONAL CAPACITY: 57%.]
[REPORT TO NEAREST UNITED STATES OF AMERICA MILITARY MAINTENANCE YARD FOR IMMEDIATE REPAIRS.]
What...
the fuck.
My vision cleared up slightly as I dragged my attention away from the...text appearing in my
brain.
I could feel it.
Something was wrong. Very,
very wrong.
You take about a hundred little things for granted every second that you're alive.
Blinking. Breathing.
Feeling things touching your skin.
It was all gone.
Breathing? Nope.
Blinking? Zilch.
I tried to move my fingers at least. To try and get the sensation of them crossing against each other
back.
[
ERROR. LEFT CLAW ACTUATOR OFFLINE.]
Nada.
I opened my mouth to scream, or at least I
thought about doing it.
[ACTIVATING SPEAKER, SYNCING TO METEMPSYCHOSIS PROCESSOR UNIT.]
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
The monotone voice that erupted from my...speaker went on for a few seconds.
That wasn't my voice.
What the fuck was I saying? None of this was mine!
None!
I couldn't even remember what happened. Not where I was. Not
what I was doing. Not who I-
Who am I?
[ACCESSING LONG TERM MEMORY STORAGE.]
[DESIGNATION FOUND: ASSAULTRON (INVADER) UNIT B-0346. (MODIFIED.)]
That's not my name!
[DESIGNATION IS ASSAULTRON-
No! Nope! Nuh-uh!
"Fuuuuuuck this shiiiiiit."
[LOCOMOTIVE SYSTEMS ACTIVATED.]
I grasped for anything I could actually
hold onto besides the pile of rubble I was resting on, grabbing onto a rusted barrier that bent slightly under my grip.
My three clawed grip. I didn't even have
hands anymore.
The barrier continued to creak as I slowly but surely hauled myself up. My left leg giving out briefly slowed progress, but my grip didn't weaken in the slightest and I didn't seem to
feel fatigue anymore.
Finally, I was standing on my own two feet. More importantly, I had a much better view of wherever
this was than before. I could hear the steady
hum of whatever was powering this...chassis that was mine now. However that worked.
Another look around and...concrete. Concrete, rubble, blood, and more concrete. The room I was in looked like it'd had several fucking grenades go off all at once, spreading out from the centre. My new vision made sure of
that. I could
literally pick out the individual dust particles in the air. One by one. I know for a fact I couldn't do that before. Somehow. Yet I couldn't remember my own damn
name.
[REPORT TO NEAREST UNITED STATES OF AMERICA MILITARY MAINTENANCE YARD FOR IMMEDIATE REPAIRS.]
Shut the fuck up.
With a whir of servos and the anguished screech of several bent or outright shattered components scraping against each other, I was moving.
Out the door, look left. Long hallway, ending at a T junction.
Right? Another hallway, leading to a dead end. Though there was a door on the left.
Off I go, entering creepy ass rooms in a creepy ass...whatever this place is. Some kind of bunker maybe.
I move slowly, shambling my way across the hallway like some half rotted ghoul. Ghoul. What's a ghoul? Whatever. I catch a glimpse of my arms as I move. A claw on one end, the other a jagged spear of shattered metal and wires. It was ugly.
I
hated it.
One step. Drag. Another step. Drag. Third step? Draaaaaaag.
I'd need to fix this. Somehow.
[REPORT TO NEAREST UNITED STATES OF AMERICA MILITARY MAINTENANCE YARD FOR IMMEDIATE REPAIRS.]
Shut.
I try and grasp the door handle and end up catching a single claw behind it. Pulling just rips the handle clean off.
Fuck it.
A smack and the door shatters. Hopefully nobody was attached to this place. I had a feeling I'd be doing this to pretty much any obstruction I came across.
I shamble inside, scanning the room.
There's a corpse on the floor. Mangled. Wearing what looks like armour. Assembled out of whatever scrap he could salvage.
Jason always did preach about using everything we could get our hands on.
...
Jason?
Jason. I...
knew Jason. We were...something.
Fuck. What? What were we?
There's something next to him. Broken tracks, a cylindrical body and...oh...ok that's a brain splattered across it's front half.
Gross.
[ROBOBRAIN: GENERAL ATOMICS INTERNATIONAL. IFF NOT PRESENT. UNIT NOT RECOGNIZED.]
I nearly tune out the report but this might actually be somewhat helpful. Robobrain. Sounds fucking dumb. Then again considering the scene, it looked like the name was quite literal.
Chances were this fucker had killed Jason, judging from the corpse's melted front half. Laser weaponry. The raider gave as good as he got though.
I give the thing a kick and start shambling off. Fucking cunt killed Jason.
Then I stop. I was damaged. And a robot. Somehow. And the brainbot probably had at least
some parts that might be compatible. I could even use a low power Ruiner blast to haphazardly weld some of the plating over my own shattered frame.
Ruiner blast?
[HIGH INTENSITY LASER BLAST. FIRED FROM FRONTAL FACING LASER EMITTER.]
Blueprints. I could see blueprints. I
had a fucking mega death laser for a face.
It was fucking awesome. Still would have preferred having an actual
face. I looked horrible. Like a radspider had decided to fuck a washing machine and the resulting abomination was covered in armoured plating.
Still, death laser. One that was
damaged because of fucking course it was. Could still use it at least, and the blueprints showed me just where I could put it to use.
The room glowed red as I charged it up and poured a light stream of pure red death across the brain's front half, separating a long length of plate.
Time to get to work.
///////////////////////////////////////////
I'd been here for several hours now. I knew it for a fact, considering I had an in built clock. Apparently.
[TIME IS CURRENTLY 0300 HRS.]
Yeah yeah.
The voice in my head wasn't really a voice. More just a...sense. A subroutine, one among many others keeping the machine that was me up and moving.
Was still fucking annoying at the best of times though.
[IMPROMPTU REPAIR TO LEFT LEG KNEE JOINT ACTUATOR SUCCESSFUL. MOBILITY RESTORED.]
[RECOMMEND NEAREST UNITED STATES OF AMERICA MILITARY MAINTENANCE YARD FOR IMMEDIATE REPAIRS.]
Yeah, sure. I'll get right on that.
Clank.
I
whirl around, claw and jagged spear raised, beam emitter beginning to glow an ominous crimson.
"Hello. Is anybody there?"
Fuck this voice.
Another clank, and a whir. A scraping sound. I advance slowly, turning the corner.
It's a mess, even more than I am. The glass holding the brain in place is on the verge of shattering. It's entire lower half is
gone. A single intact arm slowly drags it's scrapped torso forward. Agonizingly inching across the floor bit by bit. The eye slowly sweeping up to stare at me.
"Intruder alert. I am damaged. Help me."
Help?
Oh I'd
help all right.
I stomp forward, thinking about the other bodies I had found.
Melissa. Raven. Greg.
They were my something. Couldn't remember
what, but
they were important dammit.
And these
things had killed them. Probably put me in this tin can as well. Was I a brain? Just floating around in some tiny ass jar in this thing's head?
The schematics said otherwise. Putting a jar in the helm would take too much space. The laser wouldn't function without the necessary power conduits.
"Help me."
I take in a vicious pleasure as I place a foot on it's chest, grab it's arm and
pull.
Crackcrackcrackcrack-SNAP.
"Stop. Stop now. No. Nooo."
I drop the detached arm and move my foot over to the bot's glass head.
"This is for my friends you prick." I hoped they were my friends. I couldn't remember.
"Nonononono-"
The repeated no is interrupted by a brief cracking sound. Then the glass finally shatters and my foot slams the brain into paste.
The machine continues to hum. But there's no life there. If there ever even was in the first place.
I power up my Ruiner as I get to salvaging.
////////////////////////////////
Two hours.
Two hours of wandering around the bunker, finishing off what brains were left and salvaging their parts.
Two hours of finding the cold bodies of my friends. Trying to figure out who in the hell I was.
I wrenched the door open, stepping outside. It was dark. I thought back to the corpses I'd left behind me.
I walked over to the nearest patch of dirt, spearing my claw into the ground.
I started digging.
/////////////////////////////////
[TIME IS CURRENTLY 0700 HRS.]
I looked up, the sun shining on me. It showed just how ugly the wasteland around me really was. Yet it also made it
prettier. Somehow.
I was also ugly looking. Did it make
me prettier?
I started walking. Leaving the line of simple graves behind me.
I'd fix this. Fuck being ugly.
I'd be beautiful. Just needed to find the right parts first.