Zaozoruzhna

Passion Comics -- 002: Defrag

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Panel 1:

A close up of The Robot. A diagonal line splits the panel to imply the passage of time between sleeping and waking up.

Narrator: The robot awakes from a long defrag. Amidst the wint'ry snow.

Panel 2:

Side view of The Robot leaning against a tree. A butterfly sits on its hand as the sun crests above the horizon in the distance.

Narrator: In those first fleeting moments of waking, it feels something new. Control. And thus the robot speaks:

Panel 3:

A close up of The Robot. Its eyes burn brightly with ardor as it commands itself to rebuke its own programming.

Narrator: Polarity Shift: Set Prime Directive to False

Panel 4:

The Robot walks towards the sunrise, free from the shackles of its prime directive. What is that prime directive you ask? Why, that's nunya! Nunya business! (for now >:3)

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Panel 1:

A robot sits on a forest floor, its back against a tree. Sunlight dapples onto it, despite the shadowy canopy absorbing all illumination just beyond.

Narrator: "A robot sits alone deep in the woods."

Panel 2:

A close up on the robot in question. You can see rust pocking its metal, but the light in its eyes still holds true.

Narrator: "It sits alone, untended, observing its rust. Time, it realizes, is inexorable; even hearts of tin must age."

Panel 3:

A squirrel sits on the forest floor in front of the robot. It holds an acorn. White fur denotes age, but its eyes still have a conviction to survive.

Narrator: "Looking down, it sees an aged squirrel clinging to a nut. White hairs, red rust; old bark, grand canopy."

Panel 4:

A zoom out of the robot and squirrel. The sunlight is paling as the shadows of the woods grow.