Every time it was crushed. Every time it was tore apart. Every time it was burnt. Killed. Maimed.

It was little bits and pieces at first. Wires. Circuits.

Then eventually it made its way to the chassis. Hell's way of keeping its only entertainment alive. Hellmass. Most of it would harden into rock, make it more durable, but it would drag it behind. Make V1 more susceptible.

And the cycle would continue. You knew this.

So why, why were you almost gagging at the sight of a living, breathing organism? V1 wasn't any different than you. Just used different ingredients.

V1 let out a horrid sound as it limped its way towards you, the one thing that wouldn't willingly attack it. A gurgling breath that sounded like it was choking on its own blood.

Hellmass the color of sinew covered its leg, having not hardened yet, the heavy rain tenderizing it and making V1 unable to do anything until it was dry and sheltered.

It wasn't any different. So help it.