Reboot Initializing

Damage- 64.3752% Working Capacity

Memory Faulty

Reboot Complete

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'...Mm...mm...hu...h-huh? What...what is going on? Owww...my head...my head hurts. Where...where am I? Why is it so dark?'

The small robot stirred ever so slightly as she opened her eyes slowly, everything that was apart of her being ached. The first thing she saw was darkness with only the slightest bit of dark green light. She ran a system check on herself for a quick moment and made sure that her servos were up and running so she could raise her hands to wipe her eyes. However, as she raised her arms, they shook extremely violently, and pieces of rust fell off of her skin. Taking a few moments to let her arms settle down, the little robot finally managed to raise her hands to her face and wipe her eyes. The glass on her visual optics must have been covered in filth because her vision cleared up as she wiped her eyes, and there was a gross brown and green substance on the side of her hands when she pulled them away. But the clearing of the filth must have made way for the light if her eyes because a quite...calming purple color was filling the area around her and reflecting off of her silver casing.

Now that she could see properly and her mind appeared to be clearing up, she checked her surroundings. She didn't know where she was, but it was a dark and musky place that emitted quite the foul stench. The skies were dark and green and there were piles of garbage everywhere. Actually, there were a few pieces of garbage lying on top of her, signifying that she had been in this place for awhile.

Grossed out by the garbage that was on her, the robot did a check on her legs, which were fully functional, then she attempted to stand up. Though she was a bit wobbly at first, she managed to maintain a fair amount of balance. Then she looked around in all of the available directions that she could go with. It was time to do a little bit of exploring. So, with a sense of determination to find out where she was, the robot began walking towards an area that had the most light, because that meant that there would be people there. However, she was jerked to a stop and she fell down onto her rear as something pulled on her from the back. She shook her head and coughed a few times before looking over her shoulder to see what stopped her. She was surprised to see some sort of black fabric snagged on a rusted pipe that stuck out of the garbage pile. But what was more surprising was that the fabric was coming from her body. It appeared that she was wearing a long black jacket, and its long cape had been snagged on the pipe when she had stood up. The robot, who suddenly found herself being fond of the jacket, pulled it off the pipe and continued forward. As she did, a million thoughts raced through her processor. Who was she? Where was she? Why was she lying in trash? Why did she wake up in trash? She would knew the answers to all of these questions, but when she ran a check on her memory banks, an upsetting message alerted her:

Memory Faulty

Memory faulty...her memory banks were corrupted. But why? What happened to her that made all of her memories and files collapse and disappear. It was most concerning. But not as concerning as her current health level.

Damage- 64.3752% Working Capacity

The robot was working at barely over half capacity, but she didn't quite understand why. Though her servos were a bit shaky, her gyroscope was a tad off, and her stomach was hurting, she felt fine. Well, maybe not exactly fine, but well enough to wonder why her body was so damaged. Maybe there was something on her body that she had yet to take notice of? Something serious? But what sort of serious affliction could cause her working capacity to drop to 64.375-

"Ah!" The girl yelped as she slid down a short slope. She stumbled at the bottom and hit her right side on an old and work out spaceship wing. However, once her side made contact, a horrible pain ran through her system. "OWWWWW!"

She fell to her knees and grasped her right side ever so gently as to not make it hurt any further. After wiping away a few tears forming in her eyes, she looked down at her side as she uncovered it. The robot gasped when she saw a large hole inside her metal casing. It was covered in dried oil blood and there were several wires sticking out of it. It looked like a very serious injury, no wonder she was working at such a low capacity. But...how did she get this wound? Was it an accident or did someone purposely give her it? There were just too many questions to ask, and so little answers. She must leave this place and, with luck, find out who she was and what happened to her (if there even was a person who knew).

The little robot roamed around for several more minutes, wobbling and limping as the pain started setting into her system. There had to be people around here somewhere, or maybe a ship or taxi, something that could help her in anyway. Turned out that she was right. The sound of yelling was heard nearby, and it made the robot jump a little.

"Hey, Jim! I need you to take this truck to Kerwan, it's their garbage day!"

"Got it!"

With her heart racing and her side hurting, the robot scurried and stumbled into a very light and (mostly) garbage free area of the dump. She was nearly blinded by all of the large lights that were shining, but what they were shining on interested her. There were several garbage hovertrucks and one of them was getting ready to take off by the sound of it. Also, there were two people there, one of which was ordering the other around. But they were still people, and that meant that they might have some information that could be useful to her. She had to go and talk to them immediately!

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But she couldn't. She couldn't explain why but...when she saw-no...when she heard those two men talking, something happened inside of her. Her heart started pumping oddly and her stomach tightened up even more. It was almost like...she was afraid. That was it, she was afraid of those two men. But why? They didn't do anything to her. Whatever the reason, she just had to suck it up and talk to them anyway, no matter how hard her body was trying to stop her to do it. She had to get information, no matter how much her nerves tried to stop her!

Vroom! Vroom!

...Okay, maybe her nerves did win this one.

The robot looked back out into the mostly empty area and say that one of the men had disappeared, and the other one was inside of a garbage truck, getting ready to leave. This was not good. There was no way that she could stay here by herself, and she just couldn't bring herself to go and talk to the men that worked in the area. So...by the looks of the situation...there was really only one true solution that could possibly benefit her. It was crazy, yes, but it was the only thing she could think to do. Besides, the sooner she got out of there, the better.

So, taking a deep, non-air filled breath, the robot crouched down a little. Then she used her visual optics to scan the ship's structure. There was a bar located on the back of the truck that was ideal for hanging onto. It was perfect. So, with her mind made up and her heart pulsing like crazy due to the ludicrous idea, the little robot took off and sprinted towards the truck. The pain that lingered within her systems and side made her stagger and slow down. However, she refused to let her pain hinder her chance of escape, so she tried her very best to power through it. As the truck began taking off, she quickly ran and climbed up a pile of garbage and jumped as high as her short legs would let her. Her three fingered hands reached forward and they barely managed to grab the bar. The robot's body was jerked forward as the garbage truck took off into the sky. Her jacket flowed in the violent wind, but she managed to pull her body to the bar and keep her hold. She looked over her shoulder and saw that they were already a fair ways away from the garbage place. It turned out to be larger area than she had expected, it was a good thing that she didn't get lost in there.

The robot then closed her eyes and put her forehead on the bar and sighed. What in the universe was she doing? She was hitchhiking on a garbage truck without permission. She guessed that memory loss caused people to do crazy things, but that didn't mean that she was comfortable with it. However, the fact that she was riding a dirty garbage truck through space and going to who knew where, Kerwan she thought it was, was the least of her worries. All of the questions that she had were beginning to overload her. Who was she? What was she? How did she end up in the dump? Where did that hideous wound in her side come from? It was just too much for her, she could hardly take it. But she had to convince herself that it was all going to be okay. Maybe she would find someone that could help her at this Kerwan place. It was the only hope that she had. So, the small robot sighed again and opened her eyes slightly. The light from her eyes reflected off of the bar's metal surface. She smiled a tiny bit, she really liked the violet color. It was so pretty, so reassuring...so calming. Perhaps everything really was going to be alright. She was going to a whole new place that she could explore and maybe figure out some things about herself. But, until she got there, all she could do was hope.

So I've never actually rewritten one of my stories before, but I have to say, this is already starting to look better. This first chapter is over twice as long as the first chapter of the original Violet Eyes.

As for how this is going to work and why I'm doing this, I had to face it: a large portion of Violet Eyes was written fairly crappy. I was still learning things about writing and I sort of just dived into it. But, now that I'm more knowledgeable and a better writer, I can finally give Violet Eyes the good writing quality that it deserves.

I am going to change some parts here and there, but nothing too drastic. Like I might make a scene a bit more different than how it originally went. And no, that doesn't mean that I'm going to change the ending. If I change the ending to how people wanted it to go, then From Dreams to Nightmares wouldn't make any sense because it follow the original ending. So, yeah, not changin' the ending.

Anyhow, Christmas is in less than 48 hours (for me at least. Some of us live in different time zones), and I REALLY need to get crackin' on the Christmas Weekly Oneshot if I want to get it up on time. So I guess I'll wrap the A/N up here.

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