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Sun glared off the triangular skull. A single weak light forced itself awake, flickering and exploring the deep steamy junk pile. One of his teeth wobbled loosely and fell out when his head tilted over, attempting to hold the newfound consciousness. He was baking under the metal mausoleum. After hours of gripping life again, he raised an arm to brush away something like a rats nest. Personally he was disgusted and degraded beyond imagination.
Eventually sunlight hit the dirt- caked eyes for the first time in months. It overloaded his register momentarily, sending a shockwave of pain to the gaping hole in his chest. It was more than obvious that his advanced operating system hadn't functioned since the severe explosion. Broken wires spewed cracking electricity. Leaning back onto the garbage heap he had just emerged from, he ran his hand up the stained red breastplate. When his twitching fingers slipped into the wound piecing straight through the randometer and several veins he jerked futilely.
Already able to tell that one of his eyes was missing, the robot dropped his head miserably. Several chunks of rock were imbedded in his lower body. Shreds of metal had been torn away, leaving gaping walls of raw machinery. In this trash heap it would take days to even mildly repair the horrid damage done. For God's sake he didn't even have two arms. Speaking of which, he needed that other arm if it hadn't been eviscerated or something.
Forcing himself to sift through the metal heap for his arm, the said robot started to consider how long he had until falling under suspicion, and where he was. Apparently they were intelligent enough to store their filth somewhere away from society. Finally and out of pure spitfire luck the arm appeared in his grasp. Now that he had that important appendage, the easy work could be done. That meant picking rocks out of his chest. Dust flowed around in the air, catching light and making the whole scene surreal.
Voices reached around the yard and out into the morning. He ignored them, still attempting to assess the damage; Nos lifted himself into the air. It was time to find that other eye before anything else. A flash of gold light caught his attention. Glancing in its direction, he saw the blackened rim of his monocle. Sooty as it was he couldn't be sure and went to investigate. He recoiled when the voices rose. Shadows stretched out in front of him, taking humanoid shapes. He darted away like an animal.
A teenage alien moved into view, with someone who may have been her dad and the dump manager. She had dark brown fur and large cat-like ears. She looked almost like a neko. The father picked up his eye and rubbed the face with a gloved fist. "Look here, Renee." He called to her. "This looks like a Tangean medallion."
"You fool. Put it down…." The energy vampire growled uselessly from his hiding place. None of them even noticed.
The girl, named Renee, took it uncertainly. "I'm not so sure, dad. I've heard that all this stuff came from Planet Z."
"Nonsense!" He smiled. "This is obviously Tangean. We should take it home."
She looked at it again, worried and then sighed at loss. "Sure, why not? I've always liked the color red."
The yard manager came around the corner, eyeing Alan smartly. "It's a good thing y'all came today, were haulin' it all off to the factories tomorrow."
Nos gasped. He'd have to leave without his eye or proficient repairs and find a new hide out.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Hours later he spread his wings, hoping they would have enough power to carry him away. The midday sun was glaring off of the yard master's windows, making it a perfect time to escape. He took flight. Dust and rock fragments trailed behind him in the air, and wind blew at his shredded cape. How good this felt! He circled town once before spotting it; an old, fairly unused building. He landed on the roof, searching for an open window. Finally a hot breeze from inside led him to an abandoned hole big enough for a family to fit through. He crawled in wearily and found himself in a dank storage room. Flicking on the lights, he remembered how hungry he was. Lunch and a nap: irresistibly compatible at the moment.

Description
Sun glared off the triangular skull. A single weak light forced itself awake, flickering and exploring the deep steamy junk pile. One of his teeth wobbled loosely and fell out when his head tilted over, attempting to hold the newfound consciousness. He was baking under the metal mausoleum. After hours of gripping life again, he raised an arm to brush away something like a rats nest. Personally he was disgusted and degraded beyond imagination.
Eventually sunlight hit the dirt- caked eyes for the first time in months. It overloaded his register momentarily, sending a shockwave of pain to the gaping hole in his chest. It was more than obvious that his advanced operating system hadn't functioned since the severe explosion. Broken wires spewed cracking electricity. Leaning back onto the garbage heap he had just emerged from, he ran his hand up the stained red breastplate. When his twitching fingers slipped into the wound piecing straight through the randometer and several veins he jerked futilely.
Already able to tell that one of his eyes was missing, the robot dropped his head miserably. Several chunks of rock were imbedded in his lower body. Shreds of metal had been torn away, leaving gaping walls of raw machinery. In this trash heap it would take days to even mildly repair the horrid damage done. For God's sake he didn't even have two arms. Speaking of which, he needed that other arm if it hadn't been eviscerated or something.
Forcing himself to sift through the metal heap for his arm, the said robot started to consider how long he had until falling under suspicion, and where he was. Apparently they were intelligent enough to store their filth somewhere away from society. Finally and out of pure spitfire luck the arm appeared in his grasp. Now that he had that important appendage, the easy work could be done. That meant picking rocks out of his chest. Dust flowed around in the air, catching light and making the whole scene surreal.
Voices reached around the yard and out into the morning. He ignored them, still attempting to assess the damage; Nos lifted himself into the air. It was time to find that other eye before anything else. A flash of gold light caught his attention. Glancing in its direction, he saw the blackened rim of his monocle. Sooty as it was he couldn't be sure and went to investigate. He recoiled when the voices rose. Shadows stretched out in front of him, taking humanoid shapes. He darted away like an animal.
A teenage alien moved into view, with someone who may have been her dad and the dump manager. She had dark brown fur and large cat-like ears. She looked almost like a neko. The father picked up his eye and rubbed the face with a gloved fist. "Look here, Renee." He called to her. "This looks like a Tangean medallion."
"You fool. Put it down…." The energy vampire growled uselessly from his hiding place. None of them even noticed.
The girl, named Renee, took it uncertainly. "I'm not so sure, dad. I've heard that all this stuff came from Planet Z."
"Nonsense!" He smiled. "This is obviously Tangean. We should take it home."
She looked at it again, worried and then sighed at loss. "Sure, why not? I've always liked the color red."
The yard manager came around the corner, eyeing Alan smartly. "It's a good thing y'all came today, were haulin' it all off to the factories tomorrow."
Nos gasped. He'd have to leave without his eye or proficient repairs and find a new hide out.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Hours later he spread his wings, hoping they would have enough power to carry him away. The midday sun was glaring off of the yard master's windows, making it a perfect time to escape. He took flight. Dust and rock fragments trailed behind him in the air, and wind blew at his shredded cape. How good this felt! He circled town once before spotting it; an old, fairly unused building. He landed on the roof, searching for an open window. Finally a hot breeze from inside led him to an abandoned hole big enough for a family to fit through. He crawled in wearily and found himself in a dank storage room. Flicking on the lights, he remembered how hungry he was. Lunch and a nap: irresistibly compatible at the moment.