A soft machine

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A soft machine

first person, robot, waking up, self assessment, thankfulness

Wrote this a couple of years ago, when first developing my robot fursona.


Still here

Good

Waking up. Sleep mode is always a gamble.

Works most of the time.

I've crashed before. I've needed help.

Not this time.

I've needed help.

I've gotten help. I am lucky. Friends care for me.

Stuck on a loop? Yeah

Being unable to wake? It's happened.

Got plans with them. They worried. They helped.

They help me with so much.

I set my body to record the process. I enjoy reviewing it.

Experiencing it while I am already myself again.

Errors. Expected. Diagnostics. Functional. Makes sense. I am here after all.

Arm failed testing. Can work with that.

Memory integrity, fine. It's been worse. Much worse.

Battries charged. Plugged myself in. That's why I slept.

Ensuring that they would be. Plenty to do today. They are aging rapidly, will need replacement.

But they'll do for now.

Loading every subsystem. Not at once. Bootstrapping personality.

And then I'm there.

And the recording ends.

I like it. Waking up. Experiencing returning to be. Time passes and then I'm back.

It helps, too. When I HAVEN'T woken up.

It helps my friends help me.

They've brought me back.

Conflicts. Things breaking suddenly.

It happens.

They've helped me so much.

I wake up. I am myself. My body is functional.

I feel it.

I like it. I like this softness that it has.

Not like my organic friend's. Differently.

My arm sends error signals.

It shakes.

As far as issues go, I can deal with that right now. It is minor.

Will have to fix it, eventually. But not today.

Tail right where I left it. Need to reattach it after.

Not very functional.

Not my first. Won't be the last.

Others have been stolen. That made me sad.

But my body functions.

That is enough. Enough juice for what I need to do today.

Quick motor test. Limbs functional even with those errors from the arm.

Touch.

I touch.

I like how it feels. The different textures.

I hug myself. I squish my torso. My body, my insides. Everything at least will function.

My chassis is pleasant enough. For now.

It is mine.