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In the workshop tools lay scattered and out of place and computer screens flashed with graphs and numbers as the engineer plugged in her diagnostic tools.

Her object of interest - a service unit from before the collapse - was in remarkably good condition. It was in serious disrepair, but for something that survived the collapse? It was lucky to just have all its parts still attatched.

She found the service unit abandoned a few weeks prior, amused by its form. It was only when she realized that its core was still intact did she start to consider it could be more than just a decoration or spare parts.

Now, it sat on her table, limbs removed and in the process of being restored, rust scraped away and wire sheathings replaced. So far everything she had prepared had resulted in nothing but failure she had barely even been able to reconstruct the core's "heartbeat".

She clicked the record button on her taperecorder, outdated tech but she had fondly restored the deck herself, just as she planned for the bot sitting on her table.

"log 672, in my previous log I had noticed that the AI-core was missing essential fluids. In today's testing I will be adding plastic fluid in the hopes it will bond to the fluid already present in the core. Research suggests that for cores missing fluid this can result in resuscitation but with varying degrees of memory loss. Due to the low fluids in subject's core however, it is likely they will have total amnesia"

The engineer picked up a flask of the core fluid she had prepared. Scavenged from droids she was unable to save, from cores that were shattered beyond any hope of return. She let out a sigh, the losses of those who had become "obsolete" in the eyes of organics would never be forgotten to her, and if this worked, they would live on - even if only in spirit - through the soul she was hoping to save.

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The engineer checked her charts and readings after the addition of the fluid. it was ready for another attempt at resuscitation. Cables and wires were ready, and an external boot program she had to recreate from old manuals and technician diagrams, all abandonware she had collected long before the bot had found its way to her table.

She returned to the console at her desk, tapping at keys while she initiated the start-up sequence. Machines whirred and fans blew as the "vitals" shifted drastically. A sign that if nothing else, the core was responding to the start-up sequence.

After a few moments the machines came to a steady whirr, the readouts steady. The startup sequence was finished, yet the soul on her workbench had no signs of life.

She sighed and got up form her desk, turning off the machine readouts and she finished her log.

"Subject unresponsive after startup sequence. Further analysis will be required to ascertain if core fluid has properly bonded and the effectiveness of the startup sequence. End log"

the engineer reached to stop the tape, ready to take a rest after a long day of procedures that again resulted in failure. But before her finger could reach the button she heard a single noise that stopped her in her tracks.

A static buzz, that of an android voicebox that was improperly installed or damaged. She turned to her subject, the usual static torso and head staring at the ceiling had moved.

It was looking towards her, the slightest sign of light behind its eyes.

youtube video series, restoring my vintage robot girl, episode 543, first signs of life?

is this anything

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Dreams

A lock flicks open, and a handle turns.

You step inside, and look around, searching for where I'm found.

We meet gazes, a smile forms, we lock in embrace, nice and warm.

An exhausting day, my energy gone.

You see my frown, and glassy gaze.

You make help make it disappear, and quickly dissolve my fears

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I'm staying up at night, wondering where things went wrong.

Was it all my fault? or were you destined to be gone.

So I'm begging, pleading, praying, to have you back again.

Hoping, crying, wondering, if we'll go to back then.

A life that's lived without doesn't seem one worth to keep.

But I'll still climb this mountain, until exhausted or the peak.

So doctor tell me please, was it meant to be.

Or is this just another heartbreak, where I just lost sight of me.

So every night I'll beg and plead and curse under my breath.

I'd rather not, but if I don't will I ever get rest?

Every word a losing battle

Being led down the line like cattle

Every day the gears keep turning

No regard for how I'm hurting

Little things start to pile up

Gimmie crumbs and say "be stuffed"

I feel the pain you say "I'm fine"

Longing for when you were mine

I'm picking up every piece

Was it real, or just a fleece?

Nothing stays that's how it goes

Even love, comes to a close.

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Every word a losing battle

Being led down the line like cattle

Every day the gears keep turning

No regard for how I'm hurting

Little things start to pile up

Gimmie crumbs and say "be stuffed"

I feel the pain you say "I'm fine"

Longing for when you were mine

I'm picking up every piece

Was it real, or just a fleece?

Nothing stays that's how it goes

Even love, comes to a close.

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A leaky dam

Patch it up with tape, the crack won't grow

A drippy ceiling

Plane a bucket underneath, it won't spill over

A creaky bridge

Turn up the stereo, drown out The strain of iron

Concrete gives way. a vessel overflows. a path becomes in traversable

Admonish the dam for its scars

Trouble the bucket for its lack of volume

Scold the iron for its weakness

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writing the first chapter of a story: spends 10 paragraphs giving exposition for the world

Main character: Hi, are you gonna name me soon

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Nova's Writing Blog

Welcome to my writing blog, this is where I plan on posting my writing, be it poetry, short stories, prompts, or something more long-form. Don't expect a whole lot of consistency here since this is mainly just for me to compile my own works

tags:

#Nova's Writing - Catch all writing tag, most if not all of my work will be under this one.

#depression posting - hard or difficult feelings I've likely found myself expressing in poetry of some kind

Misc tags - poems

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