(FIRST ANGST ATTEMPT, MAY BE BAD, ALSO I HIGHLY SUGGEST A MACHINE PERSONA BE USED)

16/08/2099 / The Final War

How long had it been...Days? Weeks? Months? Hell, even Years? You couldn't recall. You were slowly bleeding out due to a Sentry sniping you in the back, the bullet going through your abdomen practically melting the effected area. You weren't supposed of feel anything yet you were in agonising pain, what were you even made for? For all you knew you were made to stop war, not to succumb to death...The world looked red, and you were soon to join it.

You slowly slipped into unconsciousness, unable to bear the pain anymore and due to the bloodloss, before you eventually lost all conscience, you heared a loud bang alongside wood breaking...Then nothing, only darkness and deafening silence...

But suddenly you saw, albeit blurred, you were still alive, how? You weakly sat up, reasonably confused before you feel you something against you chest with gently pushed you back down to lie down. followed by a voice, which sounded mostly annoyed but slightly thankful.

"Lay back down."

Your vision cleared enough to realise it was a Gutterman, they were still a thing? You glanced around to see you were in some form of bunker, blood stained on the walls alongside lifeless humans, obvious what had happened. You looked down at your abdomen, to see it was bandaged. You pieced together what had happened, The Gutterman had felt sympathy for you enough to actually try and keep you alive, something which was supposed to mow machines like you down actually kept you alive. The Gutterman verbally refused to show any sign of sympathy towards you, but you could tell they were thankful you were even alive with their horrible medical knowledge.

"Feel thankful I didn't consider crushing your skull right then and there, I only save you because you looked pathetic bleeding out. You. A machine made for war dying in the most pathetic way possible."