Situational Awareness

I was wandering around the borders of the Omega Oasis when I stumbled upon a peculiar sight, a wonderous sight, the most interesting of all sights to be seen in the wasteland. I know I must sound like I am exaggerating, stretching this sight far and wide, but it is a rare sight one can witness in this wasteland: a robot, a prewar one, perfectly operational. It's outside was clearly worn with age, riddled with sand and markings, but it was completely functional and speaking. I do believe it was, before the war, a directional service droid, as when I entered it's view, it asked me if I required any aid in getting to a location, a destination in mind. Out of a tempting curiosity in the back of my temple, I replied with "yes" and asked to see a map. Sure enough, to my ponders, it was a prewar map, this barren, wooden waste once a simple outdoor mall, one full of people and stores. Another ponder formed, creeping into my mind and settling: was the machine aware of the war? Was it naive due to it's programming? Was it aware and distracting itself from the horrors that are before it? What will happen if I tell it about the situation? These were wonders I did not inquiry further on. I instead decided it needed some company. Me and a few others needed a camp anyhow.

 

The story of how the cozy camp near the Omega Oasis was formed!

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