Heat baked down upon the wasteland as a rustic dust blew over the dunes of Stobe's garden. As the soft crunch of rock echoed as a figure took steps along a self-made path she had made a long time ago. Servos whirled softly as her 3 camera like eyes focused on her goal. A giant braced against the a cliff. Her eyes staring up in mournful sorrow as she took in the site of the fallen behemoth.

The mighty machine lifelessly pressed against the stone where he crawled in his final moments. She softly reached into the pocket of her Jacket bringing out a crafted metal flower, painted like a white poppy as she gently laid it across his rusted limp claw. As she softly set down beside him.

"Hey Stobe....I miss you big guy. Those flowers were your favorite right?" She murmured as she looked out across the ruined plains.

"They don't grow anymore. I don't think I've seen them in decades. I had to make this one from a iron spider I slayed that was attacking some poor farmers." A bitter laugh left her, becoming a bit soft unhinged yowl at the end as she gripped her head.

"I don't know why I keep going. I don't even know if this world can even heal to be like what it used to be. You would know. You always knew exactly what to say to keep our heads up. Even....Even when you knew you were going to die for our mistakes..." Her vocal processor chirped as she looked up silently as she mumbled.

"They shouldn't have built us to go on for so long...But I guess I'll just have to keep putting one servo in front of the other..."

She softly looked up into the night sky. Seeing a familiar blue planet so far above. The sight of her first battleground "I wonder if they know we are still here. If they do, they are probably laughing at our suffering huh?"