Fires raged throughout the city, it was an entirely bot city, which were...rare to say the least, and this one was falling
What a depressing sense of entropy
Ge-3 ran into a building, gunshots ran out, they gripped the pistol in their hand tightly. The building was on fire but their mechanics could hold up for a little bit if the flame touched them directly, as the thought grazed their head, the roof collapsed on them, they could feel the pain of broken hydraulics. After a few moments they could even look down and see the blue flame from their fuel tank. They closed their eyes and accepted death.
They were pulled out by a figure
It was slender, definitely a bot, but it’s wires were pulsing orange. it picked ge-3 out of the fire, and set them on a bench, applying putty onto the spot where their fuel tanks were leaking
“What is...your name?” Ge-3 asked, they were sure death was imminent but...maybe knowing the name of their savior would bring some solace to the fact
“...” it pondered for a moment “Ferdinand, he/him”
“That’s not an id” ge-3 muttered, then spoke up “ge-3, they/them”
“Hmm,how....submissive”
They sat in silence for a while...until ge-3 spoke up, their body weakening “...can you save me?”
“Do you want to be saved?...”
“...yes...I...I don’t wanna die”
“Fine, this will hurt” Ferdinand put his hands on ge-3 and his strange glowing circuits began to grow stronger.
(Inspired by art by @anomalous-heretic)
