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Day 1,823

It was colossal, probably one of the creatures made to build skyscrapers. With all the cables and carnage wrapped around that strangely human body, it was too hard to tell exactly what it had once been. Now all it did was whimper and drag itself forward.

I don't know who decided that construction droids needed faces but there was something deeply wrong with them. Perhaps they were meant to look friendlier while they demonstrated their extraordinary strength by bending thick steel bars into elaborately textured walls.

Perhaps it was to make them seem more relatable, more like us and less like AI so advanced they developed their own language and culture within ten minutes of being "awake".  They still followed our orders but they'd spend a while just looking at you first, cold and judging and so very human.

Since the Last War they haven't had anything more than a few houses to build. There aren't the resources to maintain them and direct them and so they begin to drift away from us and out into the irradiated, bomb-scarred chaos that is the rest of the world.

Sometimes they'll come back, just as damaged as the land and full of new ways to build and bury bunkers to protect and preserve their creators. Doesn't matter if we want this or not, we will be buried and kept safe and all we can do to prevent this is to set trap upon trap upon trap.

The one dragging its broken body near our settlement must have tried to "help" countless settlements and has now learnt its lesson. It won't come any closer, much as its programming begs it to, much as its mind screams out to build us shelter and keep us safe - it won't.

Maybe it'll build itself a bunker and wait for another droid to come and repair it.

I'd like to think so.

Poor creature deserves a happy ending.

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