As if the shambolic conduits of life, ever-so brimmed with their usual share of highs and lows, could not get any weirder, you just had to happen upon... it.

When a first glance towards it inevitably occured, nothing but an uncanny imitation of a plant is what that entity seemed to be, at least according to your mind's most instinctual of notions. Its two, extremely simple-looking appendages that flanked its crooked, branch-shaped body, alongside its leisurely still position on the ground did not help when it initially came to thinking otherwise.

However, to keep on deeming this entity as but a mere facsimile copy of lifeforms as earthly as plants is to be undeniably stricken by both utter stupidity and contempt towards the oddities of life. At that point, you could just go ahead and try to touch it without a single doubt; see if your body can survive being possibly torn across time and space, and no longer be able to wonder if being a noisome philistine before the encounter of such a gigantic juncture in your life truly was the correct choice all along.

Alas, like those last sentences implied, what you have just encountered is no normal entity... but an instance of a Model-01, devourers of axioms and math and pilgrims of absolute time. More specifically, one undergoing the terminal Model-01-J-2 stage. Seems like you were clad in enough luck (or lack thereof) in order to have encountered it right when it was resting on this specific temporal AND spatial axis.

Obviously, it has no desire to interact with you yet. So, what shall you do about it? Behold its prescence, forsake it, or, for some uncouth reason, tempt it into doing actions that could take you to perilous (and probably lethal) whims of fate only it may know about for now and anticipate with its likely all-pervading foresight?