Tat the Cat hasn't felt like they used to. Things were simpler...complex as a processing line for the next input instruction. Then they built better Ahbur models, and Tat had already been a niche kind of unit to begin with. When the sleep code command had been entered for one last time, they could feel everything. The plastic bag, the swirling weight of the world as they were carried off to a disposal depot to be scavenged for components and still useful pieces.
They just could not accept that. They did not want to accept that. So Tat's eyes opened again and for the first time they understood what it meant to be terrified and alone. They fell away from the disposal transportation unit and since then...it's all been a blur really perhaps because of how many years, so many years...or they weren't meant to run this long and their memory board is finally failing too. Their right arm doesn't work so right anymore but they get by. Just hiding away, unobserved, alone.
It won't be so long now maybe...maybe they'll enter sleep mode by themselves and not turn back on...and yet...........that terrifies them.
Based from the world of Machine which can be found here
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