E-112

E-112 wandered the junkyards that remained, scanning the piles for objects that would be useful to itself for maintenance purposes. It had attempted to build a reserve of supplies so that when it took damage it could repair itself, but there were some parts that were more difficult to scavenge than others. At the moment, it was short an arm. The shoulder joint had become week some weeks back and, while digging in its search, the arm had come off completely. That was two days prior.

Its left eye scanned the piles of debris, able to analyze the materials, going layer by layer inwards and determining what was there, what its worth was, and what it could be used for. The function had been somewhat damaged several months back, removing its ability to determine colors, size, or durability. These functions were not able to be resolved simply through new pieces, however, nor were they vital to E-112's continuation, and so it elected to push forward as it was. It meant a lot more digging, and much shorter periods of usefulness for found materials, but it was able to continue on this way.

With time, it was able to find a suitable arm replacement, a few meters in to its pile. With its one arm, E-112 began to dig. It had to be careful of which pieces it choose to move, as with only one arm it could not reliably maintain the stability of the pile. It took several hours for it to make its way to the arm replacement, and another hour for him to get it out with collapsing the path he had made into the pile or damage the arm as it came out.

It was late into the night before E-112 managed to get the arm attached. It was too large for its body, but it was workable. However, getting it connected and getting it to be functional were two different stories. It had created new fingers on its right hand specifically for the purpose of attaching pieces to itself. Able to reach inside its own mechanical body, it could work with its inner skeleton to rework its pieces as necessary.

By sunrise the arm was fully functional. It hardly looked to be in place with the rest of his body, but at that point hardly any of the pieces did. As long as it could be used, E-112 didn't particularly care. At this point in time, the only thing that mattered was that it was able to survive. It didn't know how long it would be able to continue on, because eventually the main circuit that it was functioning on would fail. But it preferred the idea of falling to that failure than to falling apart slowly over time.

Now that it had a new arm, E-112 continued its search. It didn't know when the next piece of it would fall off, and it preferred to have a replacement on hand, rather than to have to find a new while crippled once more.