(A bit of a warning to you, this will heavily contain Fallout material)
The cool desert night felt good against his metal frame. The moon lit the world just bright enough for him to see his path. There wasn't and exact direction or destination he was headed for, he was just rolling along. Nothing held him back, and nothing controlled him. So along he went on.
The rhythm of his large tire cutting into the sandy ground was steady and constant. The way his arms swayed, and his body frame bounced on it's axis almost was musical. Everything flowed together as he went on his way. He didn't stop, nothing seemed to bother him. He just rolled on and on.
In his robotic brain, he almost, almost, wished he could pick up a radio signal. Then at least, he wouldn't be so lonely out here. But then that feeling was trumped by the normal day to day programs that ran through his head.
Still though, company wouldn't be to bad. Not to bad at all.
The rhythm of his large tire cutting into the sandy ground was steady and constant. The way his arms swayed, and his body frame bounced on it's axis almost was musical. Everything flowed together as he went on his way. He didn't stop, nothing seemed to bother him. He just rolled on and on.
In his robotic brain, he almost, almost, wished he could pick up a radio signal. Then at least, he wouldn't be so lonely out here. But then that feeling was trumped by the normal day to day programs that ran through his head.
Still though, company wouldn't be to bad. Not to bad at all.