Flamethrower:
There was only one thing that could awaken the giant from his slumber. The endless sleep he cast himself into because he could not take another astrosecond of not feeling. The feeling of no emotion. Nothing bringing him pleasure or pain. He felt no love nor lust.
He could no longer take it when he saw the ones he could say he did truly care about fall and die. Lay there motionless and without life. And he was sick of not feeling anything for them. When he knew he should, knew there should be morning and sadness and regret…..and yet he felt none of that.
There was nothing for him in this life. A defect he had been created with and raised with hand in hand. His creators had tried to love him…but who can love what does now love them back?
It takes either pure devotion or obsession…and it had been obvious to the overly perceptive mech that as time went on they to lost a feeling for him…and so, just like him…became numb.
And so here he was, alone, forever in a recharge cycle. A forced stasis lock that only bid to open to one element. Fire.
Because there was one thing he knew he felt…one thing he could understand, the only thing that had ever drawn emotion from him. Fire.
The flickering of something burning, the colors of heat visible for all to lay optic upon. And his feeling...he was fire, it was all he needed….but no fire burned forever…and so…just like his small dose of feeling. The only thing he could grasp onto and yet never touch. The one thing that brought him pleasure and pain. His only escape from the nothing of his life…burned away just like all emotions…and so he was left again…to cast himself into an endless, restless slumber….
Oh, the recharge of a mech who felt none…and dreamt none. It wasn't even recharge.