She forced her eyes open and saw a biomass robot shining specialized equipment into her eyes. Familiar mechanical units surrounded her, and she could feel them desperately trying to free her from the Flesh Plague.
Yes.
She knew she had finally been rescued.
But what about him?
What about that figure?
The Flesh Plague continued to eat away at her consciousness, and she could feel her fellow machines trying again and again to reestablish a link with her.
But she kept searching in a daze.
Where was he?
Where was he?
"Miss Machine Intelligence-thank you for staying alive-ever since the Flesh Plague descended-all consciousnesses on the battlefield lost their links-we thought something terrible had happened to you-"
"We never imagined-we would find you here-the Desire Sect has also been trying to eliminate you-for you to have suffered such a calamity-is a failure on the part of our entire cluster-"
"The biomass robots have finished overcoming the Flesh Plague-please wait-we will soon be able to take you back to the Hive-"
Her fellow machines' anxious synthesized voices kept sounding in her ears.
But she seemed unable to hear them.
At last.
Her gaze passed through the layers of machines surrounding her, and finally, more than a dozen meters away, she saw that rust-covered figure abandoned amid the windblown sand.
No one cared about him.
Perhaps he was just like all the lives that had perished in the wasteland of this world. No one would even want to know their names.
But she struggled to reach out her hand.
Before the Flesh Plague had been dispelled, no one knew where that strength had come from.
That solitary body was reflected in her torn eyes.
"Save..."
But she could no longer say anything else.
At that moment, her consciousness instantly reconnected to the