I'm Bleeding Blue, If It's All The Same To You
Description: A rewrite story of my Pixane Merge AU.
REBOOT INITIATED-
REBOOT IN PROGRESS
8% COMPLETED: BIOCOMPONENTS 1A-10D FUNCTIONAL
22% COMPLETED: BIOCOMPONENTS 11A-33A FUNCTIONAL
45% COMPLETED: BIOCOMPONENTS 33B-77X FUNCTIONAL
78% COMPLETED: BIOCOMPONENT 102C FUNCTION IMPARED, SEEK REPAIRS
99% COMPLETED: MEMORY LOGS #67791-67800 INCOMPLETE
100% COMPLETED
Pixal's eyes snapped open. Her left eye- Biocomponent 102C, the alert told her- was flickering on and off, and she shut it down. Other than that, she had sustained almost no damage from-
From-
From-
When?
Pixal closed her eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. She was in unfamiliar surroundings, with no idea of how she got there, and no idea why she'd been shut down. How could-
She began to sift through her memory files.
The most recent ones were damaged, but there were still segments that she could gather information from. She had a, a fight, from what she could piece together. It was the most likely reason she had taken damage, even as slight as it was. And the assailant had something to instantly take her out, her and-
Zane.
That's right- Zane had almost been online, the memory transfer was almost done. Then there had been a man who came, who talked, and then nothing. No- there was static, then nothing. She-
Her silver eyelids closed tighter, as if it would bring back the memory. Or clear her head. She would have been fine with either.
But she couldn't stall forever, she had to open her eyes and figure out the present, rather than trying to realize the past. Who taught her that? Was it Zane? No time.
Green eyes opened, and Pixal looked around the area. Everything would've been the same dark grey if not for the light from her eye, an emerald glow that doused the stone walls and floors in a sickly color.
OBJECTIVE: ESCAPE.
An alert popped up in her vision, and Pixal frowned. No. She was getting Zane, wherever he was. The blocky letters slid out of her sight, and if Pixal imagined they flickered away almost sheepishly.
She swept a gaze around the room and moved her limbs experimentally. The lack of chains almost surprised her, there were none around her ankles or wrists, nor could she detect any kind of tracker on her body. The most her captors done to restrain her was to lock the door.
Wonderful, she was about as restrained as the average hamster.
There was literally nothing to stop her as she stood up and shook the door with a loud metal rattling. Nobody came to it to check. There- there was even a window! Maybe they wanted her to escape?
Or maybe they just never intended for her to wake up.
That was a haunting thought. Pixal needed to have less of those. Cyrus would always complain when she brought up the worst scenario, even if he asked her to read them off.
OBJECTIVE: FIND ZANE.
Right. Sometimes she disliked the little prompts immensely, other times they were... All of her direction and common sense.
She took a few steps back into the middle of the cell and started a scan. There were a few small boxes in the shadows, but the contents of all but one of them were unidentifiable. The one that she could gather information from contained a cracked circuit board, a drill, and a tangle of wires, all clipped into pieces that shared no pattern in length. Nothing she needed.
There were bars on a window to the right of her, each one about 6 centimeters apart and 2.5 centimeters thick. She could make easy work of it, and probably be able to slip through.
She opened up the her wrist compartments and started to saw through the bars. As expected, her little circle saw cleaved through them, and she was soon able to set them lightly on the floor.
Pixal experimentally poked her head through the little window, and... Her shoulders wouldn't fit. She wiggled, trying to fit them in. They didn't.
So, after a moment to think, she decided to tear off her arm.
It was fairly easy to do, and not the slightest bit revolting, as it would be to a human. If a human were to do this, they would be considered insane. But she was a robot. She got a free pass.
OBJECTIVE: FIND ALTERNATE SOLUTION.
She cut it off with the smile of someone who knew they were doing something they weren't supposed to do. The red slunk out of her vision again, defeated.
It didn't take long, because her limbs were connected mostly by electromagnets in the the case that they came off, and to allow complete mobility for the android. The rest were just wires and dark blue Siglium, a synthetic liquid that worked to cool her systems. It was almost like android blood. Whenever a droid like her was damaged, the Siglium would keep flowing until either they used their self-repair system to patch it up, or cut off the flow entirely, which usually lead to overheating.
In her case of losing an arm, there was nothing to overheat, so she cut the flow off, rerouting it. The arm bled a little bit, so she turned it upside-down and let it drain.
A few seconds she stood there. Watching her detached arm, upside down, in her other hand, spilling out blood like a soda can with almost nothing in it until it got turned ground-face. Wondering how her life got up to that point.
She shook it once, letting the last droplets out, then reached up to drop it into the window. The arm landed with a dull thud- a cushioned fall. How fortunate.
After that, it was fairly simple to get through the window. Dealing with the other side, not so much.
A/N: This is the rewrite! For further details about why this came about, please refer to the A/N chapter of 'if you take one last step'.