Hey y'all, looks like I'm back to writing drek to fill up this site with. I'm hoping I've improved as a writer since I posted my last efforts, whoever I shall leave that for the reviews to decide. Anyway,enjoy some feels.
The little robot shuffled through the waste, wandering aimlessly between the mountains of garbage. He had been living there for months now. He hadn't always lived there, his memory banks had been damaged long ago, but every now and then something would come back to him. There was a lot of green in the memories; a green house, a green man, a green dog. But it all meant nothing to him now, random flashes of a life long forgotten. This was his life now.
Something crunched as he stepped on it, causing him to start. A mouldy, half-eaten taco. Quickly he went to his knees, scanning this strange new thing. That was all he did now, gather information; that was something he was supposed to do, it was very important apparently. But it would never store, he had scanned the exact same taco just a few day before whilst on his never ending loop of the dump where he had made his home.
It did look familiar though, was it something to do with the green man? Or maybe the strange purple girl? He saw both of them in the flashes, they were important too; at least they had been once. He picked up the old taco and turned it round in his hands, cyan blue eyes flashing for a moment. Yes, whatever this strange thing was it was very important! His torso made a metallic groan, like an old factory machine in bad need of repair. He didn't like that noise, but there was nothing he could do about it, his mouth couldn't move.
The sky had begun to darken, black clouds rolling in to blot out the sun. He trembled; it was going to rain today, that was bad. He had no idea why it was bad, but somewhere deep in the recesses of his programming he knew that once he had been told that rain was bad. He stuffed the taco in through the hole in his head, wires crackling slightly as they were pushed aside. He didn't like that either, the electricity hurt him, but it was the only way. Things were stored in the head.
He had made it back to his base before the first drops began to fall; its location was literally the only thing he could remember. It was little more than a rusted old oil drum and a decaying refrigerator, but base sounded right to him. It was really just a place to get away from the rain, and hide from the men. They came into the dump sometimes, piling the waste higher and giving him more information to gather. The first time they had seen him there was lots of shouting and some of them had chased him, but he had made it away eventually. Now he stayed far away from them. The one with the glasses and the big head was the worst though; he always came with cameras and would spend hours trying to find him amongst the garbage.
The robot sat down on a pillow, stained by God knows what, and stared at the wall. Aside from the rust it was bare but for one thing, an old torn photograph. He did this every time it rained, staring at this picture; there was something about it that made him feel better. He was desperately in need of repair; his body ached every day, and his memory was worse than ever before, but looking at that picture helped him to ignore it all. It was faded and stained, but the subjects were still visible. A green man, a green dog, and a girl with purple hair.
Tears welled up in his eyes, he didn't know how it happened, it just did. If he knew what was going on, who these people were or how to find them he would do it, even if it meant leaving the safety of his base, but he couldn't. GIR couldn't remember.
GIR! What the hell happened to you?! D:
Read the next chapter to find out! Or spam me with messages untill I give up and tell you, I'm not the boss of you.
