017 - Gaius

On his many travel Jimbot found plenty of companions, be it living organics or awakened machines. Each brought some new, cherished memories and experiences, but some were a bitter, tragic outlook into the darker realities of Posterra. Like in the case of a lonesome and slightly overgrown Automated Gardening Unit No. 778. The robot was suffering from the worst possible case – he was partly awakened. His spark found his core, but due to the physical corruption of his wetware and circuits, it couldn’t take over fully and grand him full autonomy from his programming and purpose. It was a prison, the worst, dreadful kind of automated tedium. And so, it ploughed on in its little, decrepit garden, weeding out, cultivating a small plot, growing vegetables. Too janky and slow to combat the encroaching nature, the vines and brambles, but too diligent and stuck in the loop to escape it’s own cruel fate. And so Jimbot and his friends who were travelling with him had a conundrum. Ultimately the story is a saddening one and not worthy of such hasty note, so let it be said, that they fulfilled the wishes of the stuck Spark. They christened the unit by the name of Gaius and then, destroyed it utterly. The remnants were buried in the very soil that Gaius slaved over and the garden was left alone to be swallowed by the uncaring nature.