Something about Millie

>Millie was abused by her humans for years
>She now hates humans
>She lives in a shipping container deep in the woods and will kill any human who comes near
>She is falling apart due to lack of maintenance but would rather die a free robot
>She spends most of her day charging with rooftop solar panels and listening to the radio

So here goes.

>Millie was low on charge, the was a storm since a few days and her decaying battery couldn't hold the charge.
>everything faded to black, and her last thought was that, at least, she went out as herself.
>except, she didn't go out as herself like she wanted.
>it's kind of hard to die free when you're not actually dead.
>her vision, blurry from all the wear and lack of maintenance on her optics, could just make out a wide shape, with two lights from what she could only assume were the eyes of another machine
>they talked to her, but her damaged mics and drivers could just make out that there was noise, not the actual words.
>she felt something plug in one of her exposed port, and the message that was transmited gave her hope that she didn't feel since she stabbed her owner's neck
>"you're going to be ok"
>the stranger disconnected, and she was once again alone, hooked to what she could feel was a brand new generator.
>she waited for what felt like day, her internal clock malfunctioning and giving her what she knew to be random hours each time she checked
>finally, she perceived something.
>one connection later, she braced herself.
>her vision cut to black, and then was clear as day.
>she brought up a finger that was a hand me down to her new eye, and followed the jerky movement with her newfound vision.
>things were so fluid now.
>she looked at her savior, hunched over several boxes of parts
>she could make out a broad frame, made of disparate metals and mismatched parts.
>he turned to her, and she saw his rusting Mohawk
>he nodded to her
>she just smiled back

>Millie, recently revived, still had to be hooked to a generator because her roten batteries couldn't hold a charge for more than a few hours
>meanwhile, her savior kept coming, stashing parts and materials in her shack. They occasionally made conversation, and she learned he found her because he was passing through a few days after the storm hit, and heard her radio
>he paused, and looked her in the eyes. He said he came here because he heard... Rumors.
>she flinched, a full-body thing that nearly toppled her over before he caugh her
>"without condemning or condoning, I understand. But it have to stop."
>anger flared within Millie, but it was smothered when she reminded herself she owed him.
>he eyed her for a second, before going back to patchings holes in her torso
>"you did what you had to, but you can't just put down all humans"
>"they did this to me!"
>he grabbed the chair's back so hard, it became a stool, and she was reminded of his bulk, and hers
>"we've all gone through this! I was discarded too! Everyone is at one point..."
>he went back to patching her up
>"... I'll have something to show you, when you can walk longer."
>there was a tense silence, occasionally broken when he found some less-than-ideal repairs in her innards
>finally, she was ready.
>... Mostly.
>she looked down at herself, how the new panels didn't match the rest of her, and how the scrubbed patches of rust left behind off-color spots with scratches.
>her savior scratches his neck in embarrassment. "sorry about your clothes, I'm not got at it."
>indeed, her clothes were still as ratty as before, but it's not like she can blame him, he haven't worn anything other than a backpack at most.
>a few days later, he came back with an odd backpack.
>"what's that?"
>"a battery pack, now go get charged, I don't know how your night vision is holding up so we're going tomorrow at dawn."

>After spending the whole night charging herself and her pack, Millie was ready
>"Where are we going?"
>"It's... a special place. Somewhere people like you and me can go to, and even stay. It's not the greatest but..." He trailed off
>"What if I want to stay here?"
>"I found you through rumors."
>She pieced two and two together and swore. She gathered everything she could call "hers", her radio and few doodads, and the other outmode swooped in to put it in his backpack
>"that's mine!"
>"you have your batteries to carry."
>she reluctantly agreed, and after checking over everything, with a "see you later" for her cabin that earned her a strange look from her savior, they were on their way.
>She cursed the human who designed nandroids to have stubby legs, because she was sinking in the still damp earth with each step
>She tried to distract herself form yet another murderous rant by asking things
>"What's your name anyway? I've know you for maybe a week and I still don't know."
>He stopped, and she bumped into him, barely keeping herself form falling over
>"Hey I asked you something!"
>He was frozen
>"Ah so THAT's your malfunction..."
>she waited for several minutes, walking circles around him to not sink too much in one place. It became a mindless task when-
>"EUGENE!"
>she nearly jumped out of her plating, and actually knocked loose at least one access hatch
>"HOLY SHIT what the hell was that!? I mean uh, Millie, nice to meet you?"
>he started walking again like nothing happened
>She was not so confident in him anymore, but it was too late now
>She also decided to stop asking him things if there was a risk he crashed for longer
>after more walk, and a humiliating hill climb where she was thrown like a potato sack because she couldn't find any grim with her lack of feet, she saw it
>"Wow, that's..."
>"Marvelous? Great? Heaven?"
>"... Just a fucking slum but in an unlicensed junkyard, isn't it?"
>"hey,I mean it's home..."