Cogs in a Machine | INVITE Apr 5, 2020 13:32:33 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on Apr 5, 2020 13:32:33 GMT -6
COGS IN A MACHINE
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE) || LEO: 200,000 (NOT YET PRESENT)
An inconvenience like death wasn't nearly enough to keep Carro from doing his job. Sure, he was still working on rehearsing what he was even supposed to say when he got around making his current condition public, but he'd worry about that later. Fighting off world-ending apocalypses wasn't the only duty of a President- Carro still wanted to do every little thing he could to ease his peoples' troubles.
So that brought him out here- some of their usual workers called in sick, so they'd appointed the inconspicuous little robot to do some deliveries instead. The last on his list was to drop off and set up some new, updated equipment for one of South City's hospitals... But how was Carro supposed to know these things would be so heavy?!
The tiny robot grit his pixellated death in strain as he pushed a hulking generator in place outside of the building. His shirt and pants were already littered with oil stains, old and new. Carro wiped his brow on instinct even though there was no need for him to as a machine. There were still more fragile machines he had to work out how to bring inside loaded in his truck, which was parked outside- complete with the Crop Co. logo on it's hood. Still, he found himself hoping that the day where the worst of his worries was merely unloading supplies instead of if some wise guy would try to blow up his planet tomorrow or the next day.
Ah well, at least right at this moment, he didn't have to think about the apocalypse too much. No Cress or Vocado lusting for their death tree, no Kraktus to monologue in his face, no Stargoons to pose or spit hypocrisies about "good and evil." It was just him, a living soul hidden away in the body of a machine. Only a seldom few knew his identity for now, and there was an odd comfort he kept finding in interacting with those bliss to that truth, where they treated him like just another average joe.
His gaze trailed back to the unloaded supplies.While he didn't have to worry about the end times just yet, he still had to worry about how much more heavy lifting his tiny arms could take before they fell out of their sockets. LEO and the others made this look so easy...