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It bears an eerily uncanny semblance of a mechanical arm, jutting out of the cliffside.
The boy approaches, wondering what it could be, but grapples onto it to see if he can use it to climb his way back up onto the cliff. Unrealistic, but worth a try. At least, the boy either didn’t care or notice how far from the top he was to be climbable. He raises his leg and sets it into a divet of the earthy surface, his other hand reaching for the arm to pull himself up to scale forward. However, the “branch” gives way, and the boy’s weight pulls it out towards his body, hurling him and the branch (and whatever it was part of) onto his own ass. The child groans, lets go of the limb to realize it was an arm connected entirely to a mechanized figure, albeit inanimate and lifeless. Coupled with shock and awe, the boy jolts away from it, gaping at its foreign body. A robot. He reminds himself, gazing at its unusual blackness, shirked in wiring and circuitry protected under a translucent hull. The thing looks ancient, too outdated to be something like the robots of today. Even if the boy’s only seen one or two in his entire seven years, the body looks too old to be anything new. Plus, this thing was buried down here! How did it get here? The boy curled his lips in thought, grabbing a branch to further inspect the thing, jabbing its head in untapped wonder.
“Hey!” He sputters out in a young voice, trembling a little in uncertain anticipation. The body doesn’t seem to be alive, or so it shouldn’t. The boy looks on, partly separated in wishing the body would respond and echo back a word, and at the same time hoping he’d be relieved it doesn’t spring up and attack him, like a cadaver animated once again through the magic of death. The stick test works. No response, as the body remains lifeless. One more try, just to make double-sure that this thing is really dead. He gives the body’s head a tap with his clammy, unstable palm, observing as the wires through the translucent material react slightly to his hand. They react under his hand’s presence with a pale insect-sized light gleaming with bleak life, as if there is a dormant semblance of life still present within this metal cadaver. The boy does it again in succession with awe, striking the figure to illicit a response with those interesting tiny lights. The robot shakes under his hand, erupting a pale white colored substance with such plasticity that resembles the material dolls were once made from.
The thing grew teeth, new apparati out of thin air, though it felt as if it were growing them from something, Strikingly silver-blond hair that shunted out of its head to fall immaculately into place, framing the face with pristine crispness. The marred, faceless body had taken its shape from memory and constructed it out of an unknown image. It took a human shape, much like the robots did of Misfortuna. The omniscient being glowed a pale, artificial white, astoundingly bright but not blinding that barely blended into the environment. It was a naked white-- as was the body-- which was weird, to the boy. A grown man, but not for much longer. A coat? The creature materialized clothing out of nowhere to assess its nudeness. The android donned such clean “clothing”, the like this boy has never been helped to see or wear, textiles artificially crafted from a nonexistent master seamstress that seemed to live within the mysterious makings of this unusual creature. The figure stood bipedally, strictly straight posture, face pointed at the boy’s direction, certain in his presence. Its lidded eyes rose, blinding white pupils gazing down at the doe-gazed child.
