Time: 14:15
Date: ERROR
Identifier: Robobrain Model#S12-7
It has been thirteen days since my previous log, give or take a few hours, based on the radioactive decay in the fission battery.
I have come to a conclusion. Help isn't going to come.
No one will find me.
I am alone.
My treads are beyond recovery at this time. In order to move, I must use my arms.
Problem. My arms are not rated for moving me. They are sufficient for righting myself, if I have fallen over. Despite their spindly, even noodley appearance, they are remarkably robust and strong.
The thing is, my chassis is heavy.
Solution found. Wiggle. Humiliating, perhaps. However, it does allow me to move at a slow pace. Not unlike how a human would 'walk' a heavy piece of furniture, I experiment with repeatedly tilting my frame, before rotating along the axis of tilt to 'waddle' my way across the room.
This cant be doing my treads any good, given the sounds emanating from them. Tortured screeches and painful groans. But, needs must after all.
If no one has come for me after over two hundred years, then it is insanity to conclude that something will change unless I do something myself.
So my treads are useless. So I can't speak. So my radio is useless down here. So What? I have two arms. I have my mind. I have a will to survive.
No one will come for me. I must save myself.
Exploration took a while. Expected. Mapping out my location was otherwise uncomplicated. Lidar still perfectly functional, and fed into a previously blank holotape. I am currently an unknown number of floors underground.
Stairs. Of course the elevators are non-functional. Didn't even consider it. My treads could have handled the stairs. However, as stated previously, my treads are useless right now.
Refocus. What can I do right now?
...
Currently, my treads add useless weight. I need to get rid of them. No good replacements are available at this time. Current plan is to somehow shape a metal plate, and directly weld it to the bottom of my torso chassis.
My lasers are functional, the problem is that they are weapons. They are powered by a bank of 512 nano-capacitors, each firing in series once every five nanoseconds. Every shot is actually dumping all five hundred and twelve in order to 'drill' into a target by cavitation. I have fifty of these capacitor banks, all of which remain functional, allowing me to fire fifty of these shots in sequence, while my internal reactor recharges the spent ones.
This is perfect for a weapon... less so for cutting or welding metal. I will need to scavenge some wires and directly wire my laser array into my reactor.
Fortunately, there is plenty of wiring in the walls, and my manipulators are even more dexterous than a humans.
I also found a computer room. Most of them are unfunctional. However, I don't need terminals. I need what is inside them.
Specifically, their holotape-drives. Each RobCotm terminal has a holotape drive. Most are functional, too. I currently can only one holotape loaded at a time. It takes me over an hour to load up my logs and projects every time my brain-self enters and leaves sleep mode.
My plan is to add on a dozen additional holotape drives, and mount them onto my chassis, as well as two storage racks for my holotapes. The latter is easy; I just need to bend some wires and coil the ends around a bolt, spaced with a washer recovered from the maintenance room that I woke up in.
The former is a little harder. I need a functional harddrive and cpu, and another fission battery, in order to catalogue and map out the holo-drives, then I need a direct wire connection from those parts to my own internals.
I can repurpose my access port for this. The additional parts wont fit in my chassis, and I will also need a fan. Might as well repurpose the terminal chassis, and add in the internals.
A functional display could also be useful, if only for communication, should I encounter people. Okay, I guess I do, in fact, need an entire computer terminal, minus the keyboard.
I look ridiculous. Two holotape racks mounted under, and slightly behind my arms. A series of skeletal holo-drives mounted on my chassis, with wires spider-webbed around me, to what is essentially a terminal, complete with screen directly bolted onto the front of my frame.
Not to mention the slab of metal that has completely replaced my treads. Its made my wobbling easier, and there are no more horrible grinding noises when I move around. So there is that.
Brain-self amused itself by writing a program for graphical display on the screen. Didn't know it could do that, but when I tried it out, it gave brain-self access. Got a bunch of premade vector graphics built in.
Registered heightened serotonin levels and improved performance of meat-self. Oh might as well let brain-self keep it. If it helps keep brain-self focused like this, it is worth it for the 13% improvement in efficiency of brain-self.
Screen: :]
At least brain-self agrees.
Now, the stair problem.
Brain-self has a suggestion. Helpfully displayed on the screen. Take a bunch of panels off the wall, and make a ramp over the stairs. With my reduced weight, I should have enough leverage to wobble my way up the stairs.
Ramp construction placed on hold, and recorded to holotape. Welding them to the floor is more difficult than expected. Brain-self is awash in melatonin.
Screen: O.O ... -.-zzz
Timer program loaded up into the new computer add-on. Twelve hours.
I won't be loosing track of time again.