Stylus crashed onto the solid floor. Despite being made of wood, it didn't buckle under the crash.
"Hang on, I'll get this rigged with some cables," Stella said as she lifted the perch back into place. Stylus pushed himself onto a couch and shook his head.
"For a robot, you certainly act like an organic," she commented as she left into another room.
"It's a method of roboticization that transforms about 94% of the biomass. It's pretty specific. Any more, and the robot's mindless. Any less, and it still retains memories of its past life."
"I assume you don't know much of your past life?" Stella called from the other room.
"Actually," Stylus said, "I do."
Stella entered the room with a bundle of strong metal cables. A brow was raised as she entered. "I thought roboticization was widely considered a bad thing."
"To the Freedom Fighters, anyway. In a way, I know what they mean. As for me, I'm only about 89%." Stylus stroked his short muzzle beard with a plated thumb.
Stella started strapping a cable around the perch. "Why were you accepted into this anyway?"
"It was more a glitch in the system. I know a few others who suffered the same glitch and wound up joining the Freedom Fighters, or just plain vanishing. Robotnik didn't notice because... well... I actually wanted to be roboticized."
Stella's eyes widened. Her body tensed up- forcing her to accidentally push the perch. It clunked back onto the floor again. Stylus got back onto his feet and hoisted the perch back up for Stella to complete the reinforcement. She visually asked "Why?"
"I liked the idea of it," Stylus continued, "It was like the times I went to the library when I was a kid, and read up on philosophy. My most favoured subjects were the ideas of immortality. When I looked out in the dusty streets, I watched SWAT Bots patrol around the area. I thought "These are immortal soldiers serving a cause. It could have been a good or bad cause, but given proper treatment and maintenance, they could outlast me, outlast anybody."
"But they get destroyed by the freedom fighters."
"Some get destroyed, others get repaired, others may be the lucky ones that outlast the conflicts."
"Those who outlive Hell are the real winners, eh?"
Stylus nodded. Stella strapped the cable around a solid log that stood from floor to ceiling.
"That should do it." Stella said.
"What are your thoughts on it?" Stylus questioned.
"Interesting, if bordering on the line of insane," Stella laughed.
Stylus smirked. Many did call him insane when he posed similar ideas to others in the library.
"Anyway, if you need anything, I'm upstairs. Just be sure to knock."
At that, Stella left. The lights throughout the cabin began to fade until the cabin was shrouded in darkness- save from the light of a half moon.
Stylus locked his feet around the top of the perch and hanged upside-down. The solar panel wings unfurled and wrapped around Stylus. The power intake wasn't much, but he could buy a hour or two with the moonlight.