A Spark of Life

Namek was a clean planet. Rivers ran clear, oceans unspoiled, forests standing tall. And that meant BB had to learn all about the hazards such things brought to their parts. Has one ever had to fear water as much as they did? They remember vividly the first time they got one of their waffle irons caught in one of the many streams littering this place. They were lucky the short circuit only extended to the Spock Wheels(tm) R.C. race car that was missing its remote. That part of their body could easily be dumped after being fried and scrapped

Traversing such a dangerous place in search of any fallen satellites or otherwise to sustain their energy needs would be a lot simpler if they had legs. Cursed be, there was no easy solution for that with what they had. They were lucky to find a hand piece, otherwise, they'd probably be resorting to moving around with their wires like one of those legless reptilians.

They moved for what felt like hours in one direction. Repetition of the same fold-in, stretch-out arm movements that propelled him in a dragging motion. There came a point where the grass stopped with its vibrance and the land looked drabber. This unit held up it's only visual input, an older Capsule Corp Cellular Phone, to stream video in as information about their surroundings.All that smoke and hint of burning seemed nothing more than part of the landscape, natural as could be.

"Hypothesis: Incorrect? Closer observation required."
The toaster head would rise with the phone as they scooted closer and closer to some of the smolder turned to more prominent black smoke. A wrecked vehicle! Yes! The bundle of cords and tech would saunter on over and make refuge in it. seems they hit the jackpot with random electronics as shipment.

It wouldn't stay that way though. Some audio shifts from the background stirred BB in the middle of processing electrodes and an additional circuit into its main toaster frame. From Chervii's point of view, sticking up beneath a pile of trash, came a cellphone with a dozen or so wires either wrapped around it or punched through some of the sides. The camera was facing at her and turning to grab detail about this new namekianoid figure.

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The phone just looked in its direction as the demon came forth. Plucking the half-submerged conglomerate of mundane devices, household appliances, and a power drill here and there. A big, fancy toaster seemed to be half-open when Chervii decided to pluck it from its work. A quick jolt forwards revealed it had some capability to move parts that didn't have explicit motor functions to them. Soon, the screened side would snap back into place and the screen would turn back on. Revealing some startup gibberish before turning to a black screen. A simple two-character emoji printed on its front face as this toaster 'turned' to greet whatever was holding it.

:)
And soon after, a crispy little microphone started spurting some words out in simple text-to-speech style tone. Androgynous and elated at the discovery there was a Namekianoid that didn't just walk away or nervously back away from its presence.

"Greetings. 'Golem' is an unrecognized phrase for this unit. I call myself 'B. B. B. B. B. B. B. B. B. B.'. The previous one who called themself 'Namekian' suggested I shorten this. This unit enjoys functioning, so it will take what it needs and more to sustain the energy input needed to function."
It did not struggle or even seem too perturbed at 'getting caught', having no earthly concept what they did was wrong or could be seen as weird. Their only interaction so far has been largely non-interactions with people just letting them have free reign on old, busted equipment.

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"BB it is. I will record that in my logs."
It seemed to not mind getting dragged around. Most of its loose bits, even those that could get caught on something, seem fairly well secure around wires. Whoever did this crack job knew how to wire circuits themselves, it was very motherboard-esque. When asked about its energy situation, the phone it used as its eye scanned the place around again. From Chervii's angle now so close to him, she could see the video recording it was doing and processing on the screen front.

"Infinite Cores? An unrecognized phrase for this unit. This unit runs on standardized two hundred twenty volts of direct current for standardized three-prong wall sockets. Though it has learned to siphon energy from non-mainline power circuits commonly used in homes. Batteries remain the easiest, channeled through a remote controller for televised broadcasting this unit has found. Non-functioning, but has the right parts to use that energy. So it is hooked up to the Toastmaster. I have also found other useful devices to which this unit integrates into itself."
Despite the rather monotone and algorithmic way this text-to-speech bot seemed to talk, there was a certain tinge of appeasement behind it to suggest it very much liked experimenting with some of these unusual bits.

"Legless Creature. Summation: Correct. This unit does not have any exterior locomotive capabilities beyond the hand it found. It flexes easier than any other part, and so it is how this Unit moves from trash to trash. Also useful for handling of parts that require precise movement."
It didn't speak at all like it's experienced ever having them though.

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"Vlog? The unit has been given many new words without description. The cellular device attached to this unit is a Capsule Corp(tm) E-Droid Model e5. Its visual feed allows this unit to process visual and auditory information simultaneously to memory, to record... To record this memory."
It paused, catching itself up in not having a word for 'moment' that really captured the human emotion of human dreams and memories. It proudly pointed the camera back at Chevii, shining the flash once to dispel any darkness around them for the best picture.

"What do you call yourself, Namekian?"
Mistaking her as anything other than another Namekian, seeing as they've not had a real gauge to judge otherwise outside their short existence here. Something that would quickly come back up as they strolled around and Chervii found some rubbish to burn. Dangerous for anything wet to be lurking around the pile of conscious scrap.

"The Toastmaster Deluxe 2000 is a successor to the previous Capsule Corp(tm) Toastmaster Deluxe, factory built to be a luxury addition for any home's use. Inquiry: Was this unit made as a household appliance? To serve its purpose? The internal clock has long run out of power, and without replacement, I cannot say when or if that was. I awoke inside here in this Namekian place with my memory only being that of internal Toastmaster Deluxe 2000 executables and programs. Summation: Obsolete Hardware."

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"Conclusion: Incorrect. The Toastmaster Deluxe 2000 and the E-Droid Model e5 contain insufficient memory, static or volatile, to store such information large-scale. The cellular device is a means to record such things only. This unit has connected the small memory of the phone to a dedicated drive, one called 'C:'. Chervii the Demon would find it if they moved the main power cables."
Said cables made up the majority of the bot's midsection, and lo and behold a funny, detached computer hard drive was mounted with proper cabling. It was a shame the thing's cable management amounted to 'get it to work', he lacked the dexterity for such things.

"A.I.? And it was cold when this unit did not find ways to gain power and reuse other tools. I did not like being cold and without function, so I continue to move and... reuse. Inquiry: No executable, no command, no line of code told this unit it needed to cease, so why should it?"
It had a sort of reasoning alien to even aliens, rational that only made sense in a world void of information outside its very narrow time existing. Its hand started moving over to something as Chervii passed by. Phone swiveling to 'see' the thing that caught its interest. It was another pile, but they must recognize something in it.

"Power Mode: Active. Remaining Power: Twenty-three percent. Will require going into power saving mode if energy found is insufficient."

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"Edit Memory 0009583H: Value Exact = '1'. Acquire more hardware space for memories."
It readily made new parameters for picking out disk space, now setting it as a priority alongside energy as a means to keep its functions going. Chervii seemed to mock its immaculate use of 'liking' when referring to its preference in continuing to function. The small camera turns back at the demon carrying it around and tilts it alongside that toaster head.

"Verbage: Incorrect? Define: Like. To find agreeable, enjoyable, or satisfactory. This unit finds it agreeable and satisfactory to continue functioning, as without functioning it cannot run its programs. Its designed purpose. Is this incorrect?"
It seemed perplexed when questioned like that, seeming obvious to it that anything with a purpose outside explicit commands to shut itself down should strive to continue functioning regardless of direct input from a user. Chervii was packing it around like they suddenly owned it, curious to see if they'd become neglected once again after not being seen as useful or entertaining. Miraculously, the demon seemed to want their little conversation to further on as she helped the unit find some energy. A pack full of batteries, the perfect little ones that could fit right into their remote.

:D
"Singular Zinc-Carbon Cells, five of them. This should provide good energy."
Some of the dangling wires will slowly reach up to offer the television remote, already stuffed with batteries and without a proper back case. The small guy slowly starts moving that hand around, displacing each battery one by one and proceeding to pick up the rest. The first three would spark a little as the batteries are siphoned through the remote into other hardware. Becoming useless and drained after the fact. The last two, BB would place and keep sat in the remote. Slowly feeding off of them as needed throughout the day. The robot's toaster head spasms a little bit and erases its little emoji face for a status update.

"Drain Efficiency: Ninety-seven percent. New Power Level: Fifty-four percent. Results: Satisfactory."
Thanks weren't exactly in its repertoire, nor did it know it should be feeling that, instead looking over at Chervii expectantly. Like they'd go out finding more for the toaster.

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