I awoke. I had no recollection of who I was or how I had found my way into that dark, lifeless room. I stumble around in a seemingly empty space searching for a switch or a light source. After what seemed like an eternity I found what I was looking for, a lever. It was rusted, and had no intention of moving, but after struggling for maybe five minutes I felt a hand in the darkness. With this persons help I was able to force the lever over and I heard what sounded like a generator powering on. The lights were too bright to see at first and it had taken a few moments for my eyes to adjust. When I could finally process images again I realized I was in what seemed to be a warehouse, it was filled with all kinds of contraptions which were obviously used for war. When I turned to my mysterious friend I was surprised to find that he was not human, but some sort of automaton. He didn't say a word but expressed what I would assume was fear. When I asked him what startled him I was terrified to hear my voice. It wasn't natural, it wasn't organic, it was almost robotic. We left the warehouse together without saying a word to each other and yet again my eyes to adjust to the light. When they did the first thing I noticed was a great sphere hovering over the surface of the earth and I couldn't help but feel I owe my life to it, to protect it until my dying day. I now sit propped against a rock in a large field, thankful to have survived another battle. I look to my right to see my old reliable shotgun, smoke still rising from the barrel. I look to my left to see my old friend praying to the traveller, and I can't help but feel that same emotion of responsibility for that great sphere that I felt the day I awoke from my long, long hibernation.