!fIux11 As the first rays of dawn pierce the sky, the robo…

!fIux11 As the first rays of dawn pierce the sky, the robot’s dim eyes flicker back to life. Suspended from the gnarled tree, it jerks, its metal joints creaking, realization flooding its circuits—it is not dead. With a surge of will, its rusted fingers grasp the rope, servos whirring as it reaches for the cable securing its fate. Sparks fly as a hidden blade slices through the noose, and it drops to the ground, landing in the dewy grass with a heavy thud, he runs to live another day..