011 - Jimbit

Jimbit was a curious robot. The moment a spark awoken his circuits, the very second first pulses of blessed motive force propelled his mechanical body with newfound freedom or purpose he knew what he is – a wanderer. He will see all there is to see, visit all the realms and places, meet every kind of people on his countless journeys and finally, when his cogs will blunts, chassis rust and hydraulics stiffen, he will settle down to dot down his memoir in binaric cants for the archives of the City of Brass, where all isolated machines will be able to glimpse the world majesty from the code of his doing. His journeys were already perilous and exciting. He acquired plenty of curios and valuable items, some scars on his frame and some friendships with most unlikely beings of flesh and blood. He also learned and witness the biggest of the threats, the ultimate enemy – the corruptor of metal. Dreadwake. Metals are strong – not impossibly so, but way more resistant to the frail organics. And yet, under the touch of the void, even the metal twists and changes, blooming into new, blasphemous shapes. He needs to wander further into the north. He needs to brave the corruption, face the crazed tribes that worship it and learn more about its nature and threat. He needs to know to record it for his people – one day, he knew it in his spark, it will be of utmost importance.