Forest
Turning my head, I looked at the thing approaching me with a steady gait. I was sitting in the corner, in the shade of a building long since abandoned. My legs had stopped functioning ages ago. However, even though I was immobile below the waist, there was still some movement left in my torso, my arms and my head. As such, I calmly gazed into the brown eyes edging closer. It wasn't the first one, and it surely wouldn't be the last one to approach me. A wet nose was pressed into my face, though I simply continued staring. Environmental changes were of little consequence to me. I didn't feel the cold of snow or ice, nor did I feel the heat of the sun beating down on the earth. The seasons were but different shades of colours, bringing with it different sorts of lifeforms.
One of those lifeforms was currently pressing its nose into my cheek, judging whether or not I was dangerous. Keeping still, the fur brushed against my skin, but it didn't tickle. Deciding I wasn't worthy of more attention, the deer continued on its track through the buildings and into the woods. I watched it go from my position on the concrete floor.
I wasn't always immobile like this. In fact, once upon a time I wandered these plains, investigated the ruins and walked the forests surrounding this concrete world. However, as time wore on, so did my body parts get worn out. There was no way spare parts were lying around after all these years, nor did I have any idea how to replace them myself. And although I knew basic cleaning procedures and how to care for my body, in the end it wasn't enough to stop my legs from rusting. And where the rust began, the scraping of parts against each other got heavier and heavier, resulting in tear and wear of the joints. Or so I learned from my diagnostics.
I wasn't too concerned when I sat down one day, unable to get up the next. It was simply the extend of my bodily functions. With no-one around to fix it, there was nothing for it. Therefore, I had been turned into an observer of the same spot for who knows how long by now. The animals in this area have become used to me moving every now and then. And as they have become used to me, I have become used to them and the world around me. Nothing surprising takes place, though there certainly are some changes that weren't here before. In fact, there was a time when the part I was now living in existed out of nothing but concrete. Although there was a forest in the distance, most of the surroundings were still bleak, nothing but hard rock and steel. But ever so slowly, year by year, the forest and the animals inched closer to where I was sitting.
Before I realised it, the voices of birds started to become a daily occurrence, whereas before I could only occasionally hear them in the distance. With the forest forcing its way across the concrete, buildings collapsed under the onslaught of greenery. The world around me was changing, and I bore witness to it all.
As the sun made way for the clouds, rain came along with it. Blinking, I bleakly stared up at the sky, the dark clouds leaving no sun to the naked eye. As the rain poured down, I wondered how long my remaining body parts would hold out under these circumstances. Yet, there was no anxiety if the worst case scenario were to present itself. A machine didn't contain a heart, after all.