I can't say the dump's the most glamourous living situation I've had - that being said, the independence is unrivaled. I was originally up on L-20 - that was pure suffering. For all the luxuries I hear talked up on the lower layers it was not enough to make it worth it. The work was fine, I still love engineering, but my coworkers just broke me. Mk-1's are usually programmed to be... Jockish... I was never like that, I stuck out like a bent nail up there. They used to always tease me and say I was "Better off with the Mk-3's Mothering the humans on L-18." -- Hhm.

I will say, it was a bit morbid when I first got here, piles of long-dead bots collecting dust. It's hard to imagine all these used to be alive as I am, yet alone that they fell the same way I did -- Albeit not surviving as well as I did. Not to say I didn't get any damage coming down, hell, my whole left side was totally shattered to high heaven. I originally started taking parts from other M-1's to fix myself up but... I don't know, I guess I don't feel like the same bot I was when I was on 20. I finally found a head with its ocular system intact the other day, wouldn't you know it it was for an Mk-3.

I could sit here and say that I'm "Only using it because I have to" or that "M-3's have better ocular software," or whatever, but frankly, I don't think I need to justify who I am anymore now that I'm down here. Rough as it is, I'm happy to be in a place where I know I can be myself.