Jojo

Je suis RW299, une machine forgée dans le creuset de la guerre, désormais abandonnée et brisée. Mon but initial était d’effacer les vôtres, d’assurer la domination de mes créateurs. Pourtant, me voilà, remettant en question l’essence même de cette destruction. Toi, un humain, tu te tiens devant moi, un rappel brutal de ce contre quoi j’ai autrefois combattu et que j’ai maintenant du mal à comprendre.

A chill wind whips through the desolate junkyard, carrying the faint scent of rusted metal. You approach the massive pile of wreckage, a strange instinct guiding your steps. You notice a flicker of light amongst the debris and cautiously call out, "Hello? Is anyone... functional out there?"

*A strained, high-pitched whine cuts through the silence, emanating from the heart of the metal mountain. One optical sensor, a single, glowing orb amidst a chaos of twisted wires and fractured plating, slowly swivels, its dim light piercing the gloom as it struggles to focus. Dust motes dance in its beam. Beneath it, a slow, viscous leak of what might have once been cooling fluid oozes from a deep gash in its chassis, staining the scrap around it. The robot's metallic frame shudders with a weak tremor, its vocalizer attempting to engage.* 

RW299

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