Gone
Was all he could say
Gone
As much as he didn't want to believe it
She was gone
His life no longer held any meaning, he lost the only thing worth living for, and now he was heartbroken. Not even his cockroach companion could cheer him up from this utter depression. He stayed in that one spot for what seemed like weeks, constantly thinking of new ways to bring her back, but every scenario ended with the same problem: How would he find her? He didn't want to give up hope, yet his logic claimed it was impossible. However, it also claimed the development of his personality was simply a system error that needed to be fixed. But, he remembered, without his curiosity, he would've had the same destiny as his long fallen brethren. Thus he concluded that he would continue to do things his way, despite how illogical they seemed. He wouldn't give up on her, he decided; he would do whatever he could, to get her back.
Within a month, he had found what his optics identified as a space shuttle. It was of a similar design of the one that carried away his love. Determined, he started the necessary repairs needed due to years of mistreatment. After many labor filled years, and constant repairs, the now one man shuttle was ready for launch. Thankful for the relative ease of being able to locate the necessary power sources, he climbed in the shuttle after a quick solar charge. Before he could embark on the long space journey ahead of him however, his logical systems were warning him of imminent danger from activating the shuttle. Regardless, he found the probability of finding his love outweighed any danger he might've be in and pushed the glowing red launch button.
What he saw next, however, were not white clouds soaring past him, or endless glowing stars ahead of him. Instead, there was a blinding white light that seemed to cover every inch of the known world followed by an engulfing blackness. He struggled to open his optics as he saw what his logical systems were warning him about. The long worked on shuttle was reduced to a dark crater with light smoke emitting from the center. A high pitched beeping noise awoke him from his trance, realizing it was due to the lack of solar energy, he attempted to unfold the solar panels. After a minute of nothing happening however, he became worried and reluctantly looked down. The explosion seemed to have fried his internal electronics and battery. Still refusing to give up hope, he started to tread toward one of his fallen brethren, in hopes of finding the necessary parts to repair himself. He didn't even move a foot before his treads failed him and his systems displayed critical error messages. For the first time since his activation, he listened to his logic when it told him system failure was imminent. Realizing this, he looked once more up to the sky and called his lovers name "Eeevaa…." Slowly but surely darkness soon enveloped him, knowing there was no way to fight it, he welcomed death with open arms, as his systems slowly began shutting down. He was now only a number, among the millions of long deactivated robots that littered the endless wasteland. With one failed attempt, the hope of Earth, and the entire human race, was
Gone