All is dark, just blackness, finnally the darkness turns green, and lines appear, like a moniter, words start to scroll across it.

"...............................System Starting up.........................."

Uh, what happened

"...........Rebooting Memory.............."

Oh......I fell..... Kinda wish I didn't Remember that, kinda embarrasing....WAIT WHAT!???!!!? I FELL DOWN INTO A PIT. oh thats just freaking great.

"..................Running System Diagnostics................"

All right, lets see how badly im banged up.....

".......System Diagnostics complete......Body status at 60% functioning normally....."

Core Status?

"..............Core is normal.................No annomalies.........All systems check....Core in perfect condition......"

Well thats good at least. What is broken?

".....Running scan............Scan complete......Folling Functions are damaged:

Neck spring. " DAMMIT, im defenesless, what else

"....Right leg has suffered damage......knee joint broken.....Limping best advised.....Left arm socket dislocated......arm functions ceased.........Minor scratches to body"

That is just perfect..........Are optical receptors functional

"...Checking....... Yes. Optical receptors are functional......Preparing to open......adjusting for current amount of light........night vision not required........opening eyes in 3...2....1"

Finnaly now lets see where I- BRIGHT......guess I need to perform system matenance later. Rubbing his eyes with his right hand, Lobjaw sits upright, looking down at his left arm, his suit ripped, chords and a socket are all that is keeping his arm from falling off. Shrugging he flips his right middle finger open and folds his arm in half and sews his wrist to his jacket, making a sling. Don't want that falling off now do I.

".........Arm will not fall off........Chords stable and strong.....functions of left arm....zero..."

Didn't need my systems to tell me that. Using the wall for support he stands up, wincing as he puts pressure on his right foot. He leans against the wall, looking up. If my neck wasnt broken, I could shoot up and bite onto the edge and pull my body up. Guess I am walking. Dragging his right foot along, he starts moving forward. The sound of his right hand touching the stone, and his foot dragging along are all that is heard. The quiet metallic clicking is all that is heard. The occassional rat or spider scurries by.

Eventually, the stone becomes more smooth, almost as if it was carved. Turning his head he looks closely at the wall.  Hmmmmmm, guess I am in some catacombs or something. Least I am not in a random cave or something. Maybe I could shout and see if anyone hears me.

"..............Vocal units are broken............"

He slams his working hand into his face. Gee, why didn't you tell me that when I asked what was broken. Maybe you are broken as well and need to be replaced.

".......Diagnostics System is fine, she does not need to be replaced......."

Fine, whatever. Guess I am walking in silence. He resumes his treck, eventually coming to a split in the cave, looking both left and right, he shrugs and finnaly decides to head right. Continuing down the tunnel, the continual scrape of his hand on the stone wall, and the scuffle of his right foot he dragged along the ground. Unlit torches at marked intervals accompined him, oh how he was he had any way to make a flame, he could at least give himself a weapon. I hate feeling defenseless. Lobjaw stops and listens for a second. A faint whirring sound is heard, like that of a drill, then the hammering of a chisel being hammered on stone, then a vaccum, then the process repeats. There is someone down here, hopefully the one who made these tunnels by the sound of things. Heading forwards he follows the sound of the machinery working. Softly a light starts to appear at the corner of the tunnel. A bit of hope fills his mechanical heart, hoping this person can fix him before others see him broken and banged up.Shuffling closer as the noise gets louder, he turns the corner and sees a 4 armed robot, with a long head, tunneling further and cleaning up and smoothing out the walls as she goes. He opens his mouth to speak, and then realizes its still broken. Shuffling over he taps on her shoulder. Wait, this is probably a bad idea.

To late, she turns her head, hitting him on the side of the head and knocking him back unconsious.