J-71 laid in silence for some time.

X-87 quickly became concerned for J-71's safety, which was also their own safety by extension. “J-71?”

There was no reply.

“Builder J-71!”

Still no reply.

X-87 began moving to asses the damages done to J-71, but before they could even touch them, J-71 began to speak. “This is why I don't like War Fighters.”

“J-71!” X-87 shouted in surprise. “I thought you had-” but was interrupted yet again.

“You let your reactors think for your circuit boards. Also if my reactor had even overloaded, you would have been deleted.” J-71 stated bluntly as they righted themself.

X-87’s was about to say something but forgot about it when they noticed 8 of their limbs weren't moving at all and 5 others were bent out of shape. “Your limbs are broken!”

“I already know.” With saying this J-71 began dragging their crippled body towards one of the corridors creating a consistent loud scraping noise that was only amplified by the silence of the area.

This continued until for 23 ticks before X-87 decided for their auditory sensors benefit to intervene and help J-71. Saying, “let me help you J.”

“No,” J-71 replied, the one word conveying deep malice despite its monotone nature.

X-87 ignored this and began to lift J-71 overhead, making sure to keep them oriented uptight.

“Disengage these actions X-87.” J-71 considered decommissioning X-87 for a moment, then realized that this method would likely be more efficient than the estimated 1 KM/33574 ticks that they were previously moving and thought better of it.

“It's this way right?” X-87 asked as they began moving down the corridor at high speed.

“Yes.” J-71, having never moved at such speeds J-71 began to experience fear at the prospect of their existence being ended by an unmovable corridor wall. “It is thee Corridors forward on the left.”

Alright, I'm now at a moderate speed considering four of my limbs are occupied. X-87 thought to themself.

All J-71 thought about was the calculated damage that would be sustained if X-87 were unable to stop before hitting the wall at the end of the corridor. (It was far less than satisfactory)

As X-87 was about to reach the threshold for being able to stop on time the shouted the words, “BRACE YOURSELF!” Then leaned their weight backward and began managing their traction upon the ground. J-71 didn’t know how to brace themself so they began to feel as if their limbs and reactor core would become dislodged. (Which was irrational of course)

Within a small period of time, the opening to the maintenance room was available for the machines to use. Inside, there was a sizable circular plate surrounded by monitors, controls, and mechanical limbs connected to a frame. Along either side of this were extremely large computers on either side that took up the space that would normally be a wall. Above that was a horror show of varieties of parts neatly packed into rows organized seemingly by similarity. Upon seeing this X-87 felt the need to expel something however their body either refused or was incapable. I don’t feel good.

“Put me on that platform,” J-71 said after only a moment of hesitation for the sake of recuperation.

“Oh, alright,” X-87 said preoccupied with the nightmare from above and proceeded with the command.

Upon placement, J-71 proceeded with the usual fiddling with the controls before them with their usual expertise. The machine quickly sprang to life moving parts to the disk as the frame closed around the plate along with J-71. Threw the gaps X-87 could see J-71’s parts being replaced, all the damaged parts were placed in small tubes within the back of the machine. These tubes emitted an alarming amount of heat however J-71 seemed unconcerned by this so X-87 thought better of letting them know.

J-71 finished their customizations and became more satisfied with their new arrangement than their old one. Limb 10 no longer squeaks and limb 8 is loose again. Eyeode 1 is debugged and is clear of scratches. Now to deal with the War Fighter.

The repair apparatus resumed its inactive state and J-71 climbed down from the platform. “X-87. War Fighter. Why shouldn't I demolish you right now.”

X-87 thought to themself for a moment. They're definitely still mad at me. “I don't have any excuses that would satisfy you J. I just lost my temper. End me if you feel it to be correct.”

J-71 felt something within them again. It wasn't logical. It wasn't any emotion they had previously encountered. It simply told them to keep X-87 functional for the time being. Then it struck them much later than it should have. I am alone. There are no others to discuss things with, nor any to build for. Except for X-87. I would not make it even if there were no War Fighters out there. Lonely. Is that what it is called. Extinct. Is that what it is to be alone like that. “One more chance. X-87. Fail me again and there will be no more chances for you to take.”

WHAT! Maybe their RAM is defective? I'll take what I can get, but, WHY!?! X-87 was going to start thanking J-71 but realized they had already left the room.