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His mind was mesmerized. Bright flashes of something he had never seen before, many various shades took the place of grey, white and black. Suddenly, a hard bump to his head, one that was so familiar it exploded, caused these brillant things to fall around him. They were pretty.
Beautiful.
He was vaguely aware that these flashes were swirling around him and falling like meteors to earth... it was just like he had done, only now he wasn't whole. As he heard the familiar sound of his repair signal, he opened his shutters. He was smiling. The colors had been so beautiful, he had done something really good to cause such beauty. His eyes were a dull amber that emitted out in two large conjoined circles on the white, wispy plains. He looked up at the darkness that was around him. Lights, colorless, unremarkable ones, approached him. Oh! So those were the flashes, funny he should see them outside of Rockwell so differently. Rockwell? Oh yes, he was there. But for some reason, he could not find it in himself to remember anything about Rockwell.
He was so dazed he was almost in a stupor, the importance of Rockwell could not impede yet.
"I... fix." his words gurgled out.
Fix. It was a second word.
"Fix..." He whispered to himself. "Yes," Had he ever used this affirmative word before? "Fix!"
The gravelly familiarity of his voice, these familiar words, nipped at his sense of pleasure. Still satisfied, still not remembering, he looked down and saw he was not fixed, He better start to repair himself, he couldn't go anywhere with just his top part. He started moving his trapped head around in this powdery white stuff. His golden eyes gradually grew to a lighter yellow as the Giant realized something. Oh, the Giant. That's what he was called! His neck was lodged inside the white stuff. As he struggled to free himself he realized his chest was stuck in it also.
He didn't know how long it took him. Eventually, after much time had passed, he had slugged his neck out of the ground. Emcompassing him, he realized the blinking body parts were waiting for him to come out. Unforunately, he was still very much buried. The Giant realized then that he could only hope to get out if more of his pieces were there. He also realized he should eat metal.
"Metal..." His memory fluttered in response. A throb on his head made him glance up.
There was nothing there.
"Hmm..." He rotated his eyes closed, his head dropped slightly to the side. He would wait.
The wind eventually started up a howl, the soft bleeping of the antenna on his head acted like a beacon in the growing gale. His blinking pieces became self-appointed sentries. He would go to sleep and dwell on these flashes. They felt good. Ah. These feelings are what colored his lights.
He drifted off into a indefinite sleep.
Again, he realized.
Yes, it would be again.
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