Endless Function
“You are Repair Unit 637, you repair anything you come across. That is your only function.”
A man in white gave commands to a humanoid machine, now known as 637.
“I REPAIR ANYTHING. THAT IS MY FUNCTION.”
A harsh and monotone voice echoed from 637’s alloyed body.
With a few checks and tweaks, 637 was deployed into the world. Repairing anything and everything. From worthless miscellaneous scrap to the latest models of technology effortlessly. After every assignment, 637 repeated the same phrase.
“I REPAIR ANYTHING.”
Again and again, no matter if the repair was big or small. But 637 was content with this. It did not care about the value of its repairs, just the fact it was carrying out its function.
637 stayed functional for hundreds of years, experiencing the numerous wars that dwindled humanity’s population. Its bolts and joints deteriorated during this time, decreasing efficiency. But 637 was still content. It could still carry out its function.
The only land that persisted was an endless desert which was littered with a mix of machine parts and human remains. Parts being so damaged, 637 could no longer repair anything. No one was alive to benefit from its function. It tried one last time to fix something. Finding parts from many different bodies and locations. 637 combined the parts together to create a complete being. But nothing happened.
“I REPAIR ANYTHING.” The robot screamed.
“IT IS MY ONLY FUNCTION.” But no one was around to hear.
With no purpose left, the unit was confused. Abandoned wondering about the endless sands to find a new function. But 637’s circuits soon started to give out. sparks flashed and warnings appeared. Little time remained. But despite this, 637 was content as it leaned against the rough and coarse sand. Because it knew it had successfully carried out its function.
