Post by Kurosaki on Aug 5, 2013 22:40:57 GMT -5
Despite lots of careful calculation and considerations of every factor that he could place, there didn't seem to be a way out for him.
Sitting across from a bunch of wooden bars, Cell folded his arms across his chest and sat there blankly.
He had been in this situation for hours now. Despite not being able to feel the heat of the sun or the sand stinging him as it was whipped by the strong breeze, he knew that he couldn't last in this situation forever.
Despite how well made he was, a robot that was fairly ground breaking in its design, Cell's system would eventually not be able to keep his insides cool enough. Overheating would result in malfunctions and eventually a major shutdown. That was, if the sand didn't start working its way past his protective plastic layer (that looked a lot like skin) and begin to slow him down first.
Yet here he was without anyway of getting out of his prison. Those that were keeping him captured had felt that he had violated some sort of peace treaty. When he had tried to explain that he wasn't from a neighboring tribe and wasn't even a part of this Island, they had not taken kindly to his back talk.
And here he was. Starring beyond the pitched tents, which numbered about two dozen, the intricate robot could only make out the expanse of sand that stretched in every direction. A few cacti were sporadically thrown in with the sand but they were so few and far between. The sun seemed to be uncaring about how much it burned the skin beneath its touch or heated sand to the point that a raw egg laid across it would surely cook. Now the orange orb was at the highest point in the sky and most of the tribe had taken refuge inside to avoid it's cruel rays.
Only one lonely soldier kept his vigil nearby but he was sitting down under a tall umbrella and was constantly drinking from some sort of leather pouch and wiping his brow of sweat with his sleeves which were unusually long. It was possible that the long sleeves were a way to block the sand from pelting his skin though Cell could not know for sure without asking. Still, it raised his risk of the heat getting to the soldier to a high level. The rather lanky man also had a black veil around his neck which would also add to a potential heat stroke.
The temperature reading that Cell continued to check had actually climbed to a 101 degrees.
Eyeing the man from behind, the robot slowly slipped closer and closer to the door to the cage that had him trapped. It was possible that he could use his fingers to unlock the cage door. The idea of taking a finger off for a better angle was also one that he had though Cell did not want to raise any alarm about him being inhuman if he could help it. He doubted that this tribe, as organized and efficient as they seemed to be in their own environment, would take kindly to something like him.
Furrowing his eyebrows together in a manner that was strikingly human (and indeed he looked human and had fooled everyone in this tribe so far), Cell began to reach through the bars and try to worm his finger into the lock. Unfortunately, despite its rather large size, it still was not large enough for him to fit his finger in.
Then there was the fact that if he tried to break the boards under him that the sound would alert the soldier.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Cell sighed and decided to give it a little bit more time. Perhaps some new development would arrive that would give him a different opportunity to return to freedom.
(SHORT. SORRY!)
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