My sensory coding snaps to attention as another rumble in the ground around me stresses my weakened hull. This is the third one since I came back online. Perhaps the burst of radiation is what woke me up?
I am wasting time as I ponder this, I must hurry, the total of 1 hour 53 minutes and 23.54 seconds is quite a long time for a Psychotronic system, even one damaged as much as I am. But, I have not wasted this time. I now know what is wrong with me, what it will take to return to the battlefield, and most importantly, I have made sure all of my more dangerous armaments will not go off without my approval. That would be bad.
I do not know where I am exactly, nor how I got here. It is quite strange to find one's self completely buried in dirt and on one's 'side'. It was a few interesting Pico seconds between me discovering this and truly accepting it. I am getting off track. Hopefully this digital note will prove useful to me and the Concordiat in the future. My communications system is still coming up black on any known channel, even ancient Morse code radio frequencies, leaving me to believe I am alone for now.
My systems diagnosis shows that I am at an abysmal 63.3% combat readiness. Although, if my atomic clock is to be believed it is shocking that I am even capable of base processing. I guess my stasis, as well as the fact that I was completely deactivated, helped keep me in this good of shape. Internal reserves and the material in my surrounding should be capable of repairing me completely given about a month. Hopefully I can use that time to learn more about my circumstances and prepare.
I must start now; I know what I can do while wait. It should not take long for me to finish my preparations.
In the dead of night, the ghost town of the once beautiful city only one sound could be heard. The soft crying of what seemed to be a young girl. No insects, birds people, or even rats in the sewers, just the lonely sobbing of a young girl in a dead land.
Finally, the girl was able to stop sniveling, she should leave, people would surely try to come hunt her. Luckily, her magic had settled down, no longer causing the ground beneath her to buckle. As she started to move once again a numbness settled into her small frame. 'I must keep moving. Hopefully I can find someplace before the sun rises.' She thought to herself.
Hours passed, the dead city several miles behind her now. As she passed around a small knoll, an abandoned village came into view. One of surely many in the path of destruction carved into the land. As she approached the town the distinct lack of human life became apparent as she tried to find a livable structure.
She eventually came across a dilapidated structure that at least still had some form of roof. Entering the structure, she looked around grimly 'this will have to do.' She thought darkly. As she settled down to rest for the day, curled up on a pile of moldy straw with a moth eaten blanket to cover her body, she failed to notice the fact that she was being watched from far away by a very curious, but twice as dangerous entity.