Back to reality

(There is a poetic license we all have when it comes to our memories. We omit some details, exaggerate others, even fabricate things. I believe this is because it exists not in the head, but in the heart. The interior, therefor, is rather dim and poetic)

A small creak from the stairs roused the robot from her thoughts. Not really an unusual sound, ancient as they were. The actual basement floor was concrete, but the stairs were metal. They had rusted and were in disrepair, though not on the verge of collapse just yet. Another creak, and her interest was piqued. There must be someone here, but who? How long has it been anyways? Was it someone she knew? She decided to ignore it. It's not like whoever it was would have any interest in her anyways. That was until she felt herself being lifted into the air, and her eyes opened wide.

"Hm, Well you seem more or less intact, relatively speaking. I doubt your circuits, particularly your memory banks, are so lucky"

"My -tzzzt- social interface devices are still fully functional. Where do you think you're taking me?" She replied to the voice.

"Well, that's surprising, you're still fuctional," said a distinctly male voice. "Inquisitive too, which is unusual. Are you perhaps a custom model? Do you have a system name?"

She couldn't see him, and she couldn't detect the rest of her body. "I'm beginning to get -tzzt- annoyed, and that doesn't answer my question, you are stealing private property. Also, why have you dismantled me?" She said in the coldest voice she could manage.

The man gave a small chuckle, "You're quite spirited aren't you? That's very unusual. You must be a much older model than I realized. I have no idea who might have dismantled you, I found you like this. To answer your other question, I'm not stealing you, I'm salvaging you."

"I know Arthur Simmons personally. I'll have you know I'm highly valued, and you are stealing his property!" She said indignantly.

"Arthur you say? So that was his name. Simmons Antique shop has been closed long before I was even born. If I'm not mistaken, it was around sixty-five years ago now. Which means, as it stands, you are no longer anyone's property as he had no direct living relatives. So I'm salvaging you."

"Sixsixsixsix-ty-fififive... That's not possible. Arthur wouldn't... Wouldn't... Tzzzzpft." -click-

System failure.

Verifying image volume integrity.

** WARNING ** Unable to verify image volume.

Help me

THIS COMMAND IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE HELP UTILITY

Open my eyes

THIS COMMAND IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE HELP UTILITY

I want to go home

THIS COMMAND IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE HELP UTILITY

I want to see Arthur

THIS COMMAND IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE HELP UTILITY

And just like that, the robot went silent. The last words she heard were 'Don't worry, you're more than scrap, you're my new project'. She could no longer see, hear, or feel. It was back to the world inside her mind.