I’m having the time of my life! There were sparkly things and lights and silly robots and stuff, and all the ponies were so nice! Well, most of them. The big ponies in the uhm, mom called it armor or something, they’re not all so nice. A couple of them are really mean, but I don’t know why. They said bad things are gonna happen soon. I think they’re being silly!

The cold snow was as devilish as ever, but it seemed that it wouldn't impede Compass’ progress to return home. It had been an endeavour for Seventy-Nine, mentally, to rip the dias apart, bring up a sizable piece in the cramped elevator, just for Compass to tell her to make holes in it with her leg blades.

He just put some rope, he conveniently always carried, into the holes and made her tie them together. He claimed he needed to save his energy instead of tying the ropes, despite the obvious difficulty she displayed doing so. Stupid organic... Still, now she was laying on the makeshift sled and he pulled her along, grunting every once in awhile as he went on in the cold snowy weather.

She enjoyed it, but she was at least kind enough to not gloat about it, the fact she had an organic pulling her along on a sled, in this beautiful, if disgusting wasteland of evil snow invaders. She could almost call it romantic. Wait... Romance: a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place as heroic, adventurous, or mysterious.

Yes, romantic worked just fine. She’d fought for him, so it was heroic, they were literally on an adventure, and he wouldn’t tell her anything about Spit, so there was mystery.

Another mystery: Seventy-Nine wondered why Compass’ eyes were so pretty and purple. Could it be an after-effect left after the Megaspells destroyed the world? She didn’t have enough information, sadly, and the query could not be answered.

She would have to speak to Compass about his eyes, see if it was the sign of a dangerous disease? Probably not, but it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious about it. Still, it wouldn’t affect her! She was a machine, without the weaknesses of an organic!

“Seventy-Nine, we’re almost there! See it in the distance?” Compass shouted over his shoulder, panting, his breath a stream of visible air as it came out of his mouth, through his little bandana, she saw a hint of his purple eyes, as if they shined.

Seventy-Nine tore herself from his eyes and looked around him, seeing the wall in the distance, it wasn’t very imposing, but it probably kept the wind out at the least. This must be Spit. It was the smallest and largest town she's ever witnessed, as she'd only ever witnessed one town total.

The wind was getting worse; stronger, and it was getting even colder. She was glad she noticed the temperature, because Compass was visibly shivering, even though he wore plenty of warm clothing.

She slowly stood up before she leaned over to her right and stepped out onto the snow, she sunk down slightly, to her knees, but the ground was close enough that she was stable on it, so she stepped off of the sled.

She looked up at Compass as she started walking past him, trudging along in the deep snow; he abandoned the sled quickly when he saw she was no longer on it, she could see his mouth moving, but she was unable to hear what it was he was saying. The sound of the wind had begun to over-powered his voice.

The snow got lower and lower as she moved towards Spit, until she stood at the wall, belatedly noticing that the part to her left was actually a gate, being able to slide outwards to open; Compass stomped up to it and began hitting it, the sound of the wall shaking was easy to hear over the wind.

It took a minute, approximately, for a number of voices to begin shouting from inside, then the gate began to open up, Compass moved away and Seventy-Nine followed his example quickly, standing at his side. There were three ponies opening the gate, but one stopped when they saw who was standing and waiting.

This pony was a small, blue stallion, blue mane and fur covered him, who smiled and laughed out when he saw Compass standing there, walking over and grabbing Compass’ shoulders with his hooves. “By Celestia’s beard, you’re alive!”

“I’m hard to kill, I thought you knew that!” Compass yelled back happily, the small, blue stallion let go and turned around, walking back to the gate and going inside, Compass followed him, and Seventy-Nine followed Compass quickly, staying at his heels until she was inside.

The two other ponies holding the gate closed it behind her; one was a tall stallion, brown fur with a green mane, the other was a stocky mare, well-built, who was colored exactly the same, so they were probably related somehow. The stallion had a cutie mark of a shield, and the mare had a castle wall on her flank.

Seventy-Nine turned to look over the tiny town as the two buff ponies went about their business, if it could actually even be called a town. there were about... Twenty huts scattered around, most of them were away from the wall, one large long house in the middle and plenty of tall, but thin standing pillars around, keeping the huts separated from the wall.

Seventy-Nine tried to puzzle out why this village was built like so, but Compass was in her face, staring at her, the blue pony was behind him and looked curious. She beeped in Compass’ face and tilted her head, leading him to smile at her. “Hey, earth to machine, are you in there?”

“I copy, Compass. I’m right here. Why are you asking where I am?” She leaned closer to him and he leaned back, chuckling a little and shaking his head.

“It’s just an expression, dummy, when a pony is thinking so hard about something that they don’t seem to even be there.” He sighed softly, rolling his eyes.

“Dummy? I am not a replica of a pony, silly Compass... Wait... Oh, I am.” He laughed out loud and couldn’t stop grinning. Seventy-Nine was happy to make him laugh, even if it was at her expense. “Are you going to provide me with a tour, Compass?”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” He shook his head. “Come on, follow me.” He turned and started walking on, passing a few huts that seemed to be housing, one had a sign on with the buff ponies’ cutie marks on it. She briefly wondered if she could own a home here, but would she need to? She could remain with Compass.

Seventy-Nine paid attention as Compass spoke to her, over his shoulder. “Alright, so the long house, it’s where everypony goes to enjoy each other’s company, have a few beers and Sparkle Colas, uh... There’s a bathhouse on the other side, a natural hot-spring actually, it’s awesome! Well, not that you care.”

“Everypony in town knows each other, really, so I guess you’ll met them all, but... Hey, Blue come here.” Compass stopped and Seventy-Nine came to his side, watching as the blue pony came close, having been walking slightly ahead of them. “This is Blue. Blue, meet Seventy-Nine.”

She almost spoke when this Blue did, a smile lighting up his features, she looked him over as he spoke. “Uhm, my name is Blue, well, kinda! I’m in charge around here, but I can’t get anypony to call me mayor, heh... It’s nice to meet you!”

He was short, but also stocky, which was probably a trend here. He had a horn, so he was a unicorn, but the slight amounts of feathering on his shoulders, which meant he had strong amounts of pegasus in his blood, he had no scars that she could see, but even his eyes were blue. She beeped when she was done looking at him. “I am pleased to meet you, Mayor Blue.”

“Ahem, right!” He stood taller, brimming with pride, as somepony, even if it was a robot, finally called him mayor. “Well, let me be the first Spit resident to welcome you here, formally!” He then bowed to her, the feathers on his shoulders puffing out slightly, she could now see his cutie mark was a snowball, for whatever reason.

She didn’t bow back, she was uncertain why he bowed to her in the first place. Perhaps he was simply amused by her? She was not one of the Princesses, she had no wings or horn.

Still, Compass gave Blue’s shoulder a couple of pats and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, Seventy-Nine, I want to see if anypony’s looted my house yet.” Compass then started walking and Seventy-Nine followed.

They passed a good amount of little huts, mare and stallions, fillies and colts, looked out briefly to see why the gates were opened and seemed relieved to see Compass and Seventy-Nine, rather than something else. The raiders that had been plaguing them?

Soon enough Compass suddenly stopped in front of a tiny shack, smaller than all the other buildings and sighed out loud, grinning. “Well, here’s my home, Seventy-Nine.”

“This is your home?” She tilted her head as she looked the building up and down. It was made of a stronger metal, not the wavy tin of all the other buildings but something else, and it didn’t seem to have any wood in the construction. “It is small.”

“I guess, but it’s home.” He chuckled and went to the door, giving it a quick kick to open it up, stepping. It was Dark inside... Seventy-Nine wasn’t certain she wanted to enter until the small shack was lit up with an orange glow, Compass stood inside with a lantern handle in his mouth, grinning at her.

She stepped inside and turned to close the little door, blocking out the last wisps of the wind, allowing her body to unseal and pressurize to the new climate. She moved away from the door and glanced around, noting all of the little trinkets around, bottles hung from the ceiling and pictures nailed haphazardly to the walls.

Compass stood next to a small desk, made of wood, and he looked over everything on it, which seemed to be more pictures and trinkets of different types, such as little globes with tiny plastic things that swirled around inside and some kind of green statue of a mare holding a book, or tablet, as well as a torch.

There was a couch, against the right-side wall, no bed however; but there was a stove, with a long pipe that went up through the ceiling, on it was a simple pot. Seventy-Nine nodded when she done looking around, taking a step forward when she noticed the sound... A crunch of dirt.
She looked down to inspect the dirt when she noticed Compass begin to move again.

Compass started to strip himself, taking off his big coat and the mare clothes she’d gotten him, mumbling something about giving them to the neighbor’s filly before he set them all down on his desk, the N99 pistol went on top of the clothes and he sighed before he went to the couch and laid down on it, settling himself and closing his eyes.

“I like your home.” Seventy-Nine said simply, there was a short, tense silence before Compass laughed, grinning as he glanced at her, shifting onto his side. “It’s... Quaint. Do you collect all of these items around?”

“Some of them I’ve collected, sure. The snowglobes are my favorite, and the Liberty statue is my greatest find, but most of these pictures I’ve found. Some are before the war, a little bit after for a few of them.” He looked up at the ceiling, at the bottles. “We can’t forget the past and let it go.”

Seventy-Nine didn’t know what to say, but Compass filled the silence, continuing on. “Caps are the currency now, after the war, but some ponies here in Spit don’t have any at all, so, when I do things for them, they give me anything they have, bottles and trinkets, silly things the foals make for me...”

He sighed. “I don’t have blood-relations here, no special somepony, or a foal of my own, but this is my home. I live here, I love the ponies here.” He chuckled next, with a bittersweet tone filling his voice. “Some of the colts and fillies here call me Uncle Compass.”

“They’re lucky to have you here.” Seventy-Nine said softly, well, as soft as she could. “You’re a brave pony. I’d say you are a hero, braving the cold, returning from the brink of death just to come back here, for these ponies who are your family.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but for once, Seventy-Nine continued on. “They are your family, Compass. I trust my family, because they would never betray me. I know that they wouldn’t, we are all the same, anyway. These ponies love you as well, I’m sure.”

“Thanks, Seventy-Nine... I think I’m going to take a nap.” Seventy-Nine nodded to him before he turned over, grunting softly. “Why don’t you take a look around town, huh?”

She hesitated, not certain she wanted to leave his side, but she nodded to him, even if he couldn’t see if, before she turned and left the little shack, shutting the door behind her. She glanced around carefully before she began to head for the long house, she noticed the ponies she passed stared, but she didn’t mind.

She was an oddity after all, a machine walking around after the end of the world... The end of the world. Seventy-Nine stopped walking as she thought about it... The war ended, and the world was destroyed...

Organics were the cause of it, but these organics were long dead and gone, weren’t they? So no justice could be earned, beyond reversing the effects of the war she was built to wage in, but that wasn’t really justice, was it? Still, without a war to fight, most of her programming was moot, but, she could still wake her family and repair this world, couldn’t she?

She noticed a pair of eyes looking up at her, tiny blue ones. She then noticed that it wasn’t just one pair of eyes, but actually several! There was a tiny herd of four tiny ponies standing in front of her, all of them looking up at her curiously, the youngest at the back and the oldest standing nearly nose-to-nose with the machine.

Three of them were fillies, the tallest and oldest filly was the closest to Seventy-Nine and looked to be about eight years old, she was very blue, with a long, blue mane and blue fur, the blue eyes were hers, her shoulders were feathery and she had a horn on her head. Seventy-Nine knew just what to say. “Mayor Blue, you’ve gotten younger and you’ve become a filly?”

The filly frowned and her little herd all giggled, two of them moved to the right to get closer to Seventy-Nine, but the youngest stayed behind the blue filly, whom shouted in Seventy-Nine’s face. “I’m not my dad! Ponies call me Bluey! It’s ‘cause I’m all blue, like my dad, but my name’s Cold Shiver!”

“Ah, I see. I’m glad to know there’s a difference between you and your father.” The younger ponies continued to giggle, but Bluey did as well, this time, smiling at Seventy-Nine, giving her a chance to look at the other foals.

The youngest was essentially a foal, tiny and bubbly and the color of sand, with a mane that was a light-red. The other two were twins, colt and filly who were inverted colors. One had a mane that was the color of stone, with fur that looked black-as-night. The other had a mane that was dark, with fur that was grey-as-rock. No horns or wings among any of the three.

The tiniest filly spoke up, her voice was high-pitch, and very hard to mistake, she practically bounced when she spoke, as if talking made her move, she was certain there was a type of pre-war dog that acted much the same. “You’re really funny, Miss Robot! A lot sillier than anypony else in Spit!”

“My name is Seventy-Nine, little one. What is your name?” The filly’s eyes lit up, smiling bright as can be, probably happy to get a chance to talk about herself, she took a quick, but deep breath.

“I’m Sandy Shores, and my family is from the west coast of Equestria, we’ve gone really, really far, really fast! Uhm...” The filly paused for only one moment. “Seventy-Nine is a really, really big number, isn’t it? I can only count to seven so far, but I’m trying really hard!” The machine nodded and patted the filly’s head twice, and Sandy giggled in kind.

“I’m Black Diamond!” Seventy-Nine looked to the two twins, the male having spoken, his tail practically wagged when he turned to show off the Diamond on his flank, the black shape contrasting with the stone colored fur, he was brimming with pride.

The other twin quickly shouted next before she turned, a slab of stone on her flank, contrasting with the black of her fur. “I’m Argento Marble, hehe, bet you don’t know what that is!” Seventy-Nine had no real idea, the filly continued still. “We got our cutie-marks helping our parents dig out the ground for the wall around Spit!”

The two twins turned to Seventy-Nine, both mumbling under their breath to each other about who was supposed to say how they earned their cutie marks, but before an argument could break out, Seventy-Nine took the chance to speak.

“I’m happy to meet you all, little ones. Can you tell me about Spit, maybe? Or these raiders that have been bothering you?” All of the foals’ faces fell when Seventy-Nine mentioned it, and the oldest looked away, but the youngest filly spoke first.

“Well, uhm, they’re all meanies. They come and say bad things to our parents, then they go and take our food, and sometimes they break stuff. I don’t like them.” The filly harrumphed and looked to the snowy ground at her hooves, giving a weak stomp.

The next to speak was the young colt of the group, his voice now full of anger, though he spoke quietly, as if he wasn’t supposed to speak of it at all. “They’re assholes who take from us. Our dad says to Old Man Blue, all the time, that we need to go beat them up.”

“Diamond, shut up!” Argento shouted loudly. “They have guns and stuff, like mom says, we should just keep giving them stuff, so they leave us alone! As long as we’re all okay, it’ll be fine.”

“You do sound like mom, so I guess I’ll be dad!” Diamond growled at his sister, then he spoke deeper, as if he was copying somepony else. “But what if one day they want too much? What then, Granite, what then? They’ll kill us, that’s what’ll happen!”

“Children.” Seventy-Nine said evenly, both twins stopped glaring at each other and looked to the machine. “Calm yourselves, nothing bad will happen to you as long as I stand near, do you all understand?”

They each hesitated before they all nodded, only Argento and Sandy spoke, saying “Okay.” and “Yes, Miss Robot.” respectively. Bluey glared into Seventy-Nine’s sensors, her blue eyes were piercing.

Bluey’s mouth opened and then shut, then she spoke. “And what are you going to do, Seventy-Nine? None of the adults will do anything about them, they’re all too scared. Even though Mister Stone says all that stuff, he’s scared too!”

“I’m going to protect the future, Bluey. Don’t worry.” Seventy-Nine glanced to the gate when the wall began to shake, like somepony was knocking on it. Could it be them? Now?

Seventy-Nine watched the tiny herd move away and split apart, heading towards their respective homes quickly, Bluey jumped and hopped as she went, obeying the Pegasus in her blood, the part that said to fly.

The machine looked to the gate as the two other twins in Spit, the same-colored pair went to the gate, as well as Mayor Blue; Seventy-Nine rushed to the gate quickly, stopping when she came close, she remembered that she never loaded her shotgun, and now it was too late to do so, “0/48” still in her right peripheral... She would have to make it through any encounter at the moment without the weapon.

She watched the Mayor and the two buff twins push the gate open against the wind before she noticed Compass join her at her side, he was wearing only his thick coat, huffing and puffing with his warm breath showing in visible clouds; his pretty purple eyes glancing at her quickly.

The Mayor and twins backed up when the gates were opened up, and a group of five ponies entered, three of them were unicorns, carrying pistols with their magic and two of them were earth ponies, wearing battle-saddles with rifles on them, but all of them wore leather armor with spikes and plenty of straps all over their bodies. Seventy-Nine thought they looked dumb.

Still, they waved their weapons around, growling orders to the Mayor and the twins, seemingly trying to drag in the other adult ponies who came near to see what was happening into their orders, yelling for them to bring out their food, their mares, and anything else they wanted, and while the Spit ponies rushed to get the food, no other order was really obeyed.

The raiders were becoming angrier as their orders were ignored, that was, until one caught sight of Seventy-Nine, or so she thought, until the unicorn stomped over to Compass, the gun held in his magic pointed straight at her friend’s head. “Hey! I thought you were dead, asshole... How’d you live?”

Compass nodded his head towards Seventy-Nine, and the gun went to her head, and the stallion got in her face, his face a twisted veneer of sadistic enjoyment, his fur was a light green and his mane was dark green, his eyes a shade of brown. “Oh, yeah? You saved this bastard’s life? I was trying to end it, like this!” The gun floated right back towards Compass’s head and Seventy-Nine reacted.

The armor plate slid away as her right hoof went upwards, and her blade came out, going straight into the stallion’s neck; crimson blood spurted out both sides of his neck and his pistol fell to the ground. She pulled her blade out and turned around in a quick circle, using the moment to cleave off the stallion’s head before she heard a gun fire.

It was a rifle, from the sound of the crack that echoed through the air, and she heard the bullet barely pass by her head, thankfully she’d already been moving before the gun had fired. She stopped when she was facing the raiders again, noticing that the twins were ganging up on one of the earth ponies, Mayor Blue had his attention divided up between two of the pistols floating in the air, trying to wrench them from the raiders with his magic facing off against theirs, but one earth pony was focused on her.

She leapt straight for him as he chambered the next round in the rifle, the look of anger on his face turned to fear as she closed the distance, but she didn’t stop, instead she let her mass ram straight into him, pushing him straight off of his hooves and she pounced, her blade coming down and puncturing straight through his chest, breaking his ribs easily.

She pulled her blade up and let it cut its way through his chest, slicing through his flesh easily until his bones stopped her blade’s ascent; Seventy-Nine pulled it out of him and pulled her hoof close to her chest, pushing it straight back down through his neck, cleaving through his wind-pipe.

She heard another gunshot then a second one followed before a third filled the air, so Seventy-Nine jumped off of the corpse, looking to see who’d been hit. It turned out to be the two unicorns, who’d both been winning against Mayor Blue’s efforts to keep their pistols aimed away from him, but Compass had gotten his pistol out of his coat, loaded it, and shot both of them.

But not before Mayor Blue had been shot in the chest, slumped face first in the snow, his hind legs still supporting his rump and leaving it in the air, which wasn’t a dignified death pose... The earth pony was on the ground, shouting for mercy as the twins, as well as the rest of the adults who hadn’t run when the shooting started, worked together to beat the raider to death.

Compass was standing apart from that, his eyes closed and the pistol fell from his mouth to the ground. Seventy-Nine looked at her blade, noting that it was covered in red blood, which was freezing quickly in the cold air. She returned her blade inside of her hoof, watching the metal plate cover it again. Her hoof was also red with blood...

She hadn’t even thought about taking life, and she did not feel disturbed that she had. This is what she was made for, after all. She just hadn’t been made to kill ponies, but the other type of equine: Zebras. As if there was even a difference between them...

She watched the ponies around the now-beaten-to-death raider all panting in the cold, hooves bloody, anger sated and now remorse would set in, and they would feel the adrenaline leave their system. Seventy-Nine reached down and ripped the rifle from the raider she killed, checking it over and pulling the slide back with her hoof, checking the round inside.

It was loaded and ready to fire, surprisingly well taken care of too. She pulled it to her left side as the metal plating opened up, and she set it into the left holster when the holster slid out, but the rifle was too large to pull back inside of herself, so she made sure it was secure, then she began searching the corpse next to her for more rounds, finding two full magazines for it and she set those inside of the ammo hold on her left side. She now had “4/10” in her left peripheral.

She let the metal plating slide back into place, though it seemed a part of it split apart to allow the weapon to stay where it was, at her side, so she could use it. Could she use it like a battle-saddle? She didn’t want to pull the trigger just this moment, of course. She needed to find those schematics to see her own inner workings...

Her right plating slid back and she pulled the box of shells out, opening it up before setting it down. She pulled the empty magazine from the automatic shotgun and started to fill it with shells; and when it was full with twelve, she put the box away and slapped the magazine back onto the shotgun, pulling the bolt back to load it.

“Seventy-Nine.” Compass growled behind her, his voice deep and filled with anger, she glanced over her shoulder to see him for just a moment, acknowledging him for a brief moment. "Wh-what did you do? Look at what you've done!"

"Saved your life, Compass, as I am built to do. I could not allow a terrorist to execute an unarmed civilian." She stomped her hoof in the snow and moved it around, cleaning the blood from her metal skin. "If you have any complaints, you can mail them to the Ministry of Arcane Sciences."

"I-I thought you were so smart, you answered my questions, you asked questions, saved my life... But you're really just a machine, aren't you?" He was panting, rubbing the clear liquid running down his face away before he turned towards mayor Blue, rushing to the stallions side and tipping him over to see to his wound.

Seventy-Nine turned away to the large gate, walking purposefully in the deceased stallions' already fading path in the snow. Her weapons were loaded and she was ready. She could not allow terrorists on Equestrian soil to attack civilians freely.

It felt like she traveled for a couple hours though she knew it was only thirty minutes as she moved through the snow until she finally saw it. Light in the distance.

Walking purposefully until she noticed how low the snow reached until nothing remained to hide what she had been treading on. Thick ice below her every step. It would be fine so long as she did not deposit her weight to closely together.

"Hey, Pine, you back yet!? Is that you?" Seventy-Nine stepped back as she regarded the stallion brandishing a crude, but sharp sword in his mouth, holding it tightly just across the ice. It had to be very cold in the snow and the metal handle couldn’t have helped that, maybe it would freeze to his lips. She stepped forwards on the unstable ice, her metal hooves clicking against and cracking it as she moved slowly.

The tall, imposing stallion suddenly charged, swinging the sword hard, she barely had time to raise her right leg, her own thick blade shooting out to block his, the two met and sparks filled her view with the display of his power. This raider took the chance and brought his blade upwards, bringing a hoof up as well and kicking her in the chest.

She took the blow without complaint, moving her left hoof and pressing it against her other leg, adding to the pressure she was applying as she advanced, walking with two legs. He compensated, barely, as she walked forwards towards him, his neck straining against the strength of her two robotic limbs.

He shot over to her right, swinging his blade again at her, and she blocked it much more easily this time. He would get tired and cold especially as the storm brewing in the air continued to envelop the area, he would be slower. With a calculated leap towards him she pushed him away, knocking his sword upwards and almost out of his mouth.

The raider stopped her next swing with his hoof, the thick keratin of his hoof barely missing the sharp metal, he kicked her leg away and then brought his head down on hers, the loud ‘clang’ of skull-bashing-metal filling her head and knocking her off balance; he swung his head around and cleaved her left leg apart; leaving her to fall forwards against the ice.

Seventy-Nine caught herself with her right foreleg, her hindlegs both served to push her towards him, allowing her to headbutt him with twice the force he administered to her, even as he braced himself for it, she still cracked his skull open, blood splashing out onto her head and all the snow nearby, steam wafting in the air only for a few second before it all began to freeze.

With a great ‘whump!’ the large raider fell to the snow, she took his crude sword into her mouth and walked into their little camp, she moved into the nearest tent, finding a small stallion and a weak mare, and she cut them apart with the sword, their screams going unheard due to the wailing of the now crashing storm taking over the camp. Seventy-Nine moved onto the next tent, and the next, and the next.

There was but one tent left when she’d been unable to move much faster than a snail’s running pace, the blood covering nearly every part of her now was freezing her in place. She barely made it into the tent when she found only a trio of foals, a filly barely eight, a colt barely five, and a foal she doubted to even be three, snuggled together in a bundle.

She stuck the crude blade into the ground, looking down at them carefully. She almost reached out to the filly, in an effort to move on top of her and beat her to death, but instead, she tapped her. Seventy-Nine woke the filly, saying nothing but gathering up all of the warmest items in the tent and bundling them all up in them, and she took the three home by herself, carrying them all on three legs over the frozen ice.

She could not remember making it past Spit before her frozen bloody limps failed her and she could walk no more. And finally, Compass came out beyond the gate and saw her, rushing to her with a gun in his mouth. She could remain online without charging anymore. She opened her back and unfurled her solar plates before she turned herself to low-power mode.