/K/arver- Cocoa sweet home-side story 002

>it's been many years since I was first made
>after I was made and test fired I was stored away with my sisters in an sticky brown substance
>cosmoline, I think they called it
>now I just sit in the goo, wrapped in paper
>and sit
>just sit
>all day, just sitting here
>or, at least it used to be that way
>things have been noisy recently
>some days, I hear things wispered from my sisters further in the crate
>some of them are sick
>some of them are injured
>some of them are unresponsive
>some of them... are no longer with us
>as time passes, so do some of us
>it's a gradual thing, so the ones that go know it's coming
>the moment that they notice it is already too late
>first, they feel a slight wetness and breath of fresh air, which feels great compared to the oppresive tacky feeling of the cosmoline
>then comes the itching and sores
>sometimes the sores start on the body
>sometimes the sores start on the face
>we think sores can also start from inside the throat and inside the body, but the sisters affected cannot readily confirm the suspicions, the most we ever get from them is unintelligible gurgles or chilling silence
>these sores start out as small bristly patches of a red brown dust
>the next stage is when there is so much dust that it starts eating holes in the area surrounding it
>the dust eats further and further into the body over time, but since we are stuck in this confined status we are unable to stop it
>we can only sit and wait as our sisters are afflicted by the dust, the blight, the curse, all while we just sit there
>we sit and do nothing, not by choice, but by lack of choice
>we can only sit and pray
>pray for the sick
>pray for the fallen
>pray that we are not next
>and after we pray, we can only sit
>just sit

>but today is not the time for just sitting, there has been a lot of noise recently coming from outside of the crates
>the patter of footsteps, the drone of voices, the putter and whir of MHE
>the sounds of voices and tool use are slowly making their way closer, whether this is a good thing or not I do not know
>all I can do is sit and wait for my turn to come
>or not
>there have been similar occurences before, all ending in nothing happening
>but today seems different, and now the voices are very close
>they are saying some interesting things now that I can hear them
>they seem to be examining my sisters
>good, pitting, bore problems, excellent, needs work, it'll do, they are saying things like this
>I think they brought a doctor for my sisters!
>maybe they will even have a cure for the brown curse!!
>this way they will finally be saved!!!
>the voices and footsteps finally come up next to our crate
>CRACK
>the crate is forced open with a crowbar
>they start removing my sisters from the upper layers
>now with the crate being opened, I can finally move around after so many years!
>I use the technique taught to me by one of my older sisters from the factory and split off from my main body and into a semi-gheist state
>I can't wait to finally talk with my sisters and play with them!
>if we're going somewhere, we're probably going to serve the motherland or one of her pact countries on the frontline, or maybe we're being put into police service
>some of the older sisters told me that's what we were made for and that's where all of the good guns get to go
>we seem to be heading to the same set of doors that the sick guns went into before, maybe they're bringing us over to them to wish them a swift recovery and to pay respects to those that have passed
>the normal humans don't seem to revere the /k/ube like we do, but maybe they'll hold a religious ceremony for them nonetheless
>as we approach the doorway the sounds of metal being worked on get louder and louder
>I'm so glad the doctor is working so hard to help my sisters get better!