A low whirring was what woke the robot. He lay where he was with his eyes closed, dimly aware that his senses had returned. He could feel the smooth surface beneath him, smell the faint scent of oil, see the dim light beyond his synthetic eyelids, and hear that dull whirring. His senses had returned to him, somehow. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and those strange messages flooded his mind again. Severe structural damage. Memory logs null. Location: Unknown. Temperature: 87 degrees Fahrenheit. Time of day: 3:48 a.m.

He shut his eyes tightly. These messages were annoying. They faded soon enough. He opened his eyes again, staring at what was directly above him. Smooth metal. Steel, his mind reminded him. And patches of iron. A smooth ceiling. He shifted his gaze, looking at as much of the ceiling as he could. A few oil lamps were hanging from chains in the ceiling. It was bright in here. It didn't seem to be a large room.

In the back of his mind, he realized that his vision was strange. There was perfect vision out his left eye, but nothing out the right. It was like it wasn't working. He felt movement out of his left eye when he looked around, but nothing from the right. Did it break out in the wasteland? What happened?

He sat up, using his erratically moving arms to support himself. An uncomfortable tension pressed on his arms. Pain. He could feel pain, emotion, and temperature. With a shuddering breath, the robot stared around the room. The word that came to mind was 'workshop'. Metal parts and other miscellaneous items were strewn about on tables, tools hanging on hooks on the walls.

He was still lost. He didn't know anything about where he was or what kind of world he was in. Just that it was supposed to be called 'Hyrule' The whirring came from a dimly glowing object on one of the tables around him. After a quick test to make sure that his arms worked, the robot slid off the table, standing unsteadily. His legs shook as his weight settled on them. He peered around the room, spotting a spherical object glowing a faint blue.

He blinked at it, remembering that his right eye didn't seem to be working. He bent down to properly get a look at it. Most of it was white, a little circle of blue surrounding black in the middle. Opposite of the blue was a mess of wires. The robot reached down, closing his vulnerable fingers around it. He held it up and use his other hand to reach for his right eye socket. Empty. What he was holding was his other eye.

A strange chill ran through his circuits and he gently set it back down. He turned to the wall with the door and found himself facing a small mirror. He could see his face. The synthetic material remaining on the left side of his face was of a pale complexion, becoming frayed and eventually torn off on the right. On the top of the left side of his head was synthetic hair of a dirty blond color. The right side of his face was exposed exoskeleton and wires, along with the structure of a pointed ear. His left ear was covered with synthetic skin.

Another word came to mind. 'Hylian'. He had referred to his savior as a Hylian. He looked like a... Hylian. Not human. But still human. Hylian. But not alive... a robot. The creaking of the door made him flinch, and he scrambled to get back on the table. The door swung open as he managed to retake his place on the table, shutting his eyes and hoping he still looked shut off.

Someone entered the room and walked beside the table. They paused at the end of the table, at the robot's head, and moved something on one of the tables. A few silent moments passed, and a finger tapped on the robot's nose. "Sit up, I know you're awake."

The robot blinked his eyes open. A Hylian was peering down at him, but their face was mostly obscured. Before he could get a better chance to see them, they walked around to his side. "Sit up."

The robot hesitated, then sat up. He watched the Hylian, who was sorting tools around. The collar of their dark coat was flipped up, hiding the bottom half of their face. They turned, the goggles over their eyes making it hard for him to see what they were looking at. They regarded each other for a moment, and the Hylian asked, "Can you speak?" Their voice was gruff. Male, then.

The robot paused. He shifted, then tested the question. "...Yes." The sound of his own voice surprised him. His voice was much higher than he assumed, but still male. "Did you bring me here?"

The man shrugged. "Yeah. Out in the wasteland. Who created you? You're the most complex robot I've ever seen." He walked back around to the table behind the robot. The robot turned and watched him pick up the eye. "After all, this eye still activates when not connected to you. I could tell you were awake from its glowing."

"...Strange," the robot muttered. "Where are we?"

"In the wasteland."

"Who are you?"

"An engineer. I'm repairing you best I can. Good thing I have synthetic material..." His voice trailed off and he picked up a square of white cloth. Or, rather, it at least looked like cloth. "Do you have a name?"

"No. I am just a robot- my memory logs have been cleared out."

"Well... I've never met a robot like you. Your inner skeletal structure is much like a Hylian's, and the containers in your chest cavity don't seem to open. One is small and has wires connected to everything, and the larger is connected up to your neck. There was a lizard wedged in there. You look extremely human- I even thought you were some mutilated person until I got up close." He walked back over to the robot, holding the eye in his right hand- his hand was gloved. The robot turned his head, peering at his other hand. No glove.

"Can you shut yourself off?" the man asked, looking him over.

The robot frowned and shut his eyes. Thoughts floated through his mind, and he sighed. "Perhaps there is a physical switch."

The man sighed and set the eye on the table beside him. "You're very realistic. Maybe it's like sleep. Damn it..." He walked away from the table.

The robot frowned and reached up to his neck, laying back down. He felt around his neck, pushing the hair away and found something inset into a stiffer part of synthetic skin. He frowned to himself. He pressed against it but found nothing. He returned his hands to his side and resigned himself to watching the Hylian pace.

Time passed, and everything faded. The Hylian eventually left, and the robot sighed to himself. Time lost meaning soon before he seemed to doze off.

The robot was alone when he next woke. The right eye had been returned to his socket, feeling as though it had never been taken out. He sat up. The room was a bit dimmer. Muffled talking came from outside. He peered around the mostly unchanged room and found a notepad on one of the nearby tables. The robot slid his legs off the table and walked over.

His best guess was that the engineer had written the notes. The scrawled writing was in simple Hylian. He looked it over and read the notes. They seemed to be observations of him when he was... sleeping.

Robot seems male. Very realistic, the creator was very skilled. Should take some time to repair. Eyes glow blue when robot 'wakes up' and will glow even when not connected to robot. Can speak cohesive Hylian, well programmed and designed. Synthetic skin is recognizable, along with hair material and metal skeleton, but containers inside chest and material lining the inside of metal, (seems like it used to cover the skeleton) is unrecognizable. Has markings similar to material in ruins around the castle, however.

The others are very interested in seeing him, but I want to fix him up first.

There are some engravings on his back. Most of it, covering a majority of the back, is in the same language covering some ruins and Sheikah tech- undecipherable. However, there is one word written at the base of his neck. Perhaps his name. 'Link'.