Recovery C1

The long rest period from being reconstruction had issues. The according to the internal computer ai whom lives with me, these folks whom I left message to find me had raided my entire sets of kit around here.

The computer gave them permission to take the kits and asked occasionally periodically checks by these raiders. Its been months since the last contact, so the computer claims. This were normal for the season to have a cut off of contact during the colder times.

From my water purification pumps, roof collection methods and even my plant farm set up. They did remove with care... and over long periods of time. A piece at a time. They took everything last help guide book in the library but they didn't take any complex books.

Just in a gentle brush of everything around here, I know things. But it was like it didn't belong to me. The memories I see aren't me... at least this is how I feel. The computer states this distancing my current me from my past me is a known issue with cytogenetics. That I have suffered this case of self removal. I will be my own self with some recovering time.

There is benefit from this stranger personality mentality. That I understand the knowledge that she read from books and could practice easier. She was to embarrassed to be seen practicing kick boxing with the paper covered bones. The books that used to be here were self-defense guides, survival and other harder science. Some beer brewing guide to how to hack computer for dummies. She had read everything... and I understood everything last detail.

Over the falls of snow and making do with little scraps here left... Waiting to the total collapse of the roof is being more honest.

I fixed a parked van that was power dained and had no petrol. With the knowledge I have, a refitted the van with a electricity only running engine. This logic was a collective effort of reading about cars (like there was eight shelves of car stuff), mechanics study degree book and the really scientific research magazines that compared technologies.

I had rekit tools from what is left behind and piled on as much of the scrap shelving onto the outer shell of the can for more internal space. I guess it were sheilding too.

I stood alone as we stood in the cold. We watched the walls collapse from the underground basement first. It was like saying farewell to safety that we spend to much time in peace of. It was our fault that the place was collapsing, looking back on data taken about the transformation disease. The integrity of the building was dropping by the percentage from our alterations.

I got on well with the ai abilities to enhance my awareness and give very helpful feedback of my strengths and weaknesses. I have gonna used to the spider box and the now the lone fluttering camera that attaches and detaches at the ai command.

It has been useful with getting over where my important organs are in relation to the puppet body I have trained my mind in using. It sort of more like a vr experience by thought more then assuming those hands are mine. This disconnecting perception has made sense of the things that been confusing for awhile.

There still some minor things to get use to. Such as scanning for what seems important or not. We have different priorities that need compromised middle grounds. How much metal scrap is actually useful then the random stuff we find for potential trading.

The ai is still young to understanding values. It wasn't designed for the purposes we been doing. It cares about our safety over what could be with meeting others. Not to the point of considering weapons over every possibility.

The contact of creatures encountered would have been death expreinces for any normal wanderer. A lot of mindless plants types that needed weeding out. Considering the morals that the ai needed to learn to understand. It was tough for the computer system... As it used plant encounters as a testing ground for dilemmas. It were a great testing ground for adaptive fighting, the first ever life threatening experience as a puppet. I undoubtedly had gained some damage from the fights and learned to be better.

No harm to either of us directly as such, able to gain more material, should the worst is to happen to the puppet body. It inhuman but its a thought I had came to term with quickly.

As quickly as severed left arm was to repair itself back upon the empty stump. Decreased efficiency that returns fully after months healing, so it were calculated.

This isn't any excuse to be careless... We both can forsee issues it we lost the means to hand human hands and feet. The energy wasted with having to rebuild a lost hand or two... to often.

I guess the most noticeable thing from coming away from a sheltered stable and safe home like being hulled up in a library. It has to be just how dangerous the outside really is. It was smart of the previous me to pick the library.

The least likely for anyone hit list for supplies to be raided from. The least likely anything mindless would go to due to the lack of raiders interested. Not the hive of activity I would have assumed the worth of knowledge is.

In just the short 47 hours of watching the roof collapse in and taking up nomadic life on the raiders paths. Without seeing a single sign of potential trade dealers.

I have lost the my left hand thrice and nearly was left behind from tree accident.

The one where being to hyper on scanning everything before seeking potential threats. It were something we both can agree on doing for now on. Assessing the worth of food or scrap over the danger to take it.

We learned a lot about each other... and what the ai was learning to become for himself. Not that the voice it uses was male. A rather daring to try dangerous stunts without information gathering. But it is worth it.

Tomorrow I will be picking through the old places. Garden centre, DIY big centre place and the few clothing stores for potential. Things I can find for trading... analysis things that people are taking.

Whatever would be missing in those places are going to easy picking in a dead zone. Radiation poisoning has no concern for now... judging that I seem heal faster in such conditions.

I need to consider some sort of ways to make trade safer for those I come to face when I do find folks that talk before shoot. I am well aware by my reflection of my eyes... I would be assumed for kill on sight.

I hope that I am lucky in a few days from now... when we enter radiation zone... find myself some pre-vault gear. Masks and haz suits. Respectful lay rest some folks that didn't have a chance.