The low hum of an electric appliance sounded endlessly.
General systems active
Power at 12%
His display systems were working now, at least in his mind. A click of a light resounded, and with a beep a red, circular light slowly flashed in the middle of his robotic eye.
Visual systems operational
Power at 17%
Everything looked blue from his right metal eye; it must be night, he thought. In his human eye he saw nothing, for it was closed with exhaustion. The hum annoyed him.
Memory has been recovered
Power at 19%
Suddenly he was awakened with a surprise upon his human left face and mouth.
Power at 39%
'Get me out!' he yelled.
Power at 57%
Please be aware that energy surge is temporary and is a result from adrenaline
Steam poured from the charger and his spine and right half disconnected. His left side had always been free, but it was attatched to his right too much. He felt weak without the energy from the outlet. In his mind there was only one single word: Rachael.
Warning!
You are not at full power
Your optical systems may not be functioning properly
Your sound devices may not be functioning properly
'Do I care?' he said weakly and blandly. He trudged along, limping for his right leg had not yet been charged. Down a deviation from his path, to the right he saw Rachael dancing and singing in a field, and that only. With a shift in his lense, however, the images dissapated as fog under sun. His left eye looked drearily there, wondering what the right was seeing.
Warning!
Warning systems will be shut down to preserve power
Power at 40%
Along the walls of compacted metal he ran his left hand, perhaps to see if he was capable of feeling. A rectangular object protruded from the near perfect edges, perhaps miles from the charge post. Though it only bumped him, it made a large enough cut for him to bleed for his entire left side was malnourished and of thin skin. By using his strong, robotic arm he wrenched the object from its post. It was a pictureframe. It did not matter what was on that picture or if there was even one at all; he only saw the face of Rachael. Again his left eye wanted something to gaze upon.
Power at 33%
He limped forever, it seemed, until he came to a cliff. There he stood, looking into the blackness below. From the sky there came a blimp-shaped drop ship with a spotlight shining down from the center of its bottom. Beneath the cliff there were wrecks and garbage; the drop ship was to salvage any humans that were left. He saw it picking up a corpse and thought, why don't they get me? On the side of the drop ship were circular windows, three to be exact, and they were large and near enough that he could see the people in there. Some were fussing about the new adition, saying something about robots, maybe, and their stupidity. The one thing he remembered, though, of that moment was that his left eye saw Rachael, no doubt this time.
Power at 77%
'Hey!' he yelled at the top of his lung. 'Take me, please! Oh, Rachael!'
Power at 99%
The drop ship ignored him completely and sailed directly away from him in its search.
Power at 27%
'No. No, that can't be. I'm still alive. I even have some human parts. Salvage me too!' It floated away until it could be seen no more. A ticking sound became clear when the confusion left the air. 'Oh my God! They're going to blow this place up!' For a second he drowned in fear, but that was only a second. 'Wait! Rachael's safe. She's safe!'
Power at 187%
Warning!
Overcharging can result in negative consequences
Then, the drone of the drop ship returned as it began to finish its sweeps, perhaps after a few hours. Throughout that wait, he could tell by the ticking that it was growing near detonation as he stood silently with a weak smile on the cliff. By an accident, almost, the drop ship flung its light towards him, and slowly moved in his direction. He fell on his knees in sorrowful desparation. 'No, please leave me. You won't make it.' No tears fell because his left had not recieved water in ages.
Power at 7%
The ship lowered its platform as he looked up to Rachael. She gazed down upon him with a surprised sadness, perhaps knowing the same simple death would reach her too. The ticking stopped with the most unwelcomed moment of morbid silence. He raised his hands in lamentation. No tears fell.
Power at 3%
The whole burned and marred planet convulsed with red cracks and exploded.
Warning!
Extensive damage is being taken to the primary hull
Am I a hull, he thought. Yes I am.

From a seperate drop ship a child saw the explosion firsthand. 'Mum? Are we safe now? Are the bad trash-people gone?' 'Yes, yes they are.' Floating by the dropship was a jumbled mess of metal that resembled a head a spine and the stub of an arm. 'Mum! Look at that!' 'Oh, it's just a scrap. It'll burn up if it tries to land anywhere.' Throughout the recesses of the memory that was left in the hull, only Rachael and her song remained. An oily tear was shed on her behalf.