Don sensed that he were yanked out of the soil and lifted out into someone's arms and he heard the sound of metal shifting, the sound of laser fire, as he groaned getting adjusted to waking up from the long deserved rest and his being ached. It was dark out far as he could see to his very eyes.
Robot slipped Don on to his back as he resumed fleeing into the night. He went on further into the night going on ahead of the officers as the landscape changed around them. Robot was diligent and effective on fleeing from the scene of the landing. Don's eyes adjusted to the night then lifted himself up as he took in the details around him.
And Don fell asleep.
Finally, Don came to in a dark cavern with a groan.
"Rest."
Don shook his head, Can't. Feel like I have slept long enough.
"Your body hasn't regained muscle mass."
Now, Robot's voice sounded different. It sounded more human and less intimidating, frightening, and generic. His tone was different but still as artificial intelligence and his voice had settled on a older man's voice. It was different compared to B-9. More so, his voice reminded Don of how it would sound like a ghost from fantasy related materials in the creepy tone that Robot's voice carried and fitted him nicely.
Don looked up toward the machine.
"You can hear me?" Don asked.
"I have always been capable of hearing you."
Don stared at the machine.
"You can speak complete sentences?" He raised his brows. "Since when."
"I have had help with the library."
Don grinned.
"Great, where are the others?" Don asked.
"I had to leave them behind."
Don frowned then stumbled to his feet but fell and was caught by Robot then lifted up to his feet.
"You need to retrain your body to walk and move." Robot said. "You have been out for weeks. It could be months depending how fast your form cooperates with the human part of yourself."
"Why months?" Don asked.
"You have regrown, Don." Robot reminded.
Then he blinked and nodded.
"What about the others?" Don asked.
Robot turned away from Don.
"I had to leave them behind." Robot put a set of dog tags around Don's neck that rested on his chest. "I was able to extract these from your soil." Don looked down toward them then grinned down back at them. "They were among your roots when I extracted them."
"Thanks." Don said.
"These are not yours, are they?" Robot asked.
"They are-were my brother's." Don corrected himself. "He was a major."
"I feel for your loss." Robot put a hand on Don's shoulder.
Don looked up Robot and noticed that his helm was warmly glowing then he smiled back at the machine.
"I appreciate it, Robot." Don said. "So, Alpha Control got B-9?"
"Yes," Robot said. "He should be in Doctor Smith's custody at this moment. This person that Professor Robinson told me about at great length." He looked aside, regretful. "I nearly killed him."
Don snickered.
"It is probably taking him awhile to install all those parts into B-9." Don said. "Think he has it rich."
"That, we can assume." Robot said.
Don looked out the mountain range from the edge of the tunnel then back toward Robot.
"Thanks for the lift." Don said. "But we need to think about establishing some kind of first contact and tell them what happened at the Resolute."
"Once you are ready to move." Robot said.
"Yeah, that." Don said. "Is very important." Then he sighed. "Did you happen to catch something? I am beat."
Robot took off the remains of a tarp from over a makeshift kitchen filled by sticks and stones.
"I anticipated you being hungry." Robot said. "Do you feel thirsty?"
"Yep!"
Robot poured the water over Don's head.
"Better?"
"I feel refreshed."
"Good, then we can start with lifting your arms up and holding them up for long periods of time." Robot gestured toward the table then carefully carried it over toward Don. "Starting with this very important exercise."
"Locksmith didn't have a problem with this."
"He hadn't quite been regenerated, Don." Robot reminded.
"Right."
Don lifted his arm then it fell, feeling like jelly, that he frowned at.
"Like some help?" Robot asked.
"Yes."
"I estimate it will take roughly a hour to develop the muscle memory to begin feeding yourself." Robot said. "I will make a elbow rest for you. If you like."
"Robot, I can take all the help that I can get."
And a bawk, bawk, bawk drew Don's attention then summoned a grin.
"DEBBIE!"