Unit SJr4StCO

Unit SJr4StCO, often referred to as SJ, is a metallic automaton hailing from the destroyed continent of Breadelin. Created by AlterCo. Industries, he escaped to Abexilas when the continent began to experience an apocalyptic event of unknown origin, leaving his former owner behind. SJ currently resides in the Kingdom of Viridian. He spends his days creating various building materials, primarily glass, and selling them to various businesses.
==Biography==
=== Breadelin ===
==== Creation ====
SJ was built by a corporation known as AlterCo. Industries. His unit, serial designation SJr4StCO, was designed to be as lifelike as possible, requiring basic human functions such Despite being created by them, he knows very little about where they reside. In fact, during his entire time in Breadelin, SJ never heard a single mention of such a company.
==== Owner ====
Some time after his creation, SJ was gifted to a man in the city of Breadelin. This man was prophesized to prevent the end of times, and be rewarded with godhood. As programmed, SJ offered to help the man with everything, never refusing orders and always working with a smile. Despite this, SJ was treated poorly, often scolded for the smallest mistake.
==== Escape and The Hourglass ====
A malfunction in his system eventually allowed the automaton to escape his owner. While free, he became the owner of a run-down local tavern, naming it The Hourglass. He revamped the restaurant, creating a new menu and frequently advertising to the masses.
==== Capture and Resetting ====
Unfortunately, his owner caught up to him. Though SJ pleaded with him to remain free, the man deactivated the automaton and had it reset. When he awakened, SJ had no memory of any events post-escape. Seeing the work it had done on The Hourglass, the man took control of the tavern, leaving the lobotomized machine to manage it.
==== The End of the World ====
One night, SJ noticed the patrons of The Hourglass gathering by the back window. As it would turn out, fissions had begun to open in the earth, spouting flames and incinerating anything near them. The citizens of Breadelin quickly began to panic, racing to the ocean for a chance to escape.
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==Stories==
=== The Machine, The Owner, and The Frequent Customer ===
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AlterCo. Industries.
Unit SJr4StCO.
The text blinked in and out of The Machine’s vision.
Much like any machine, it had an owner.
Much like any machine, it served a purpose. 
Today, like most days, its purpose was to prepare and serve food at the local tavern, The Hourglass. The Machine’s owner had built The Hourglass from the ground up, after all. He had built it in the city of Breadelin, in the nation of Breadelin, on the continent of Breadelin. Every day, dozens of hungry Breadelin citizens would pour through the spruce doors, trading in their money for a meal. The Machine prepared the meal, cooked the meal, served the meal. But that was not its only purpose.
The Machine had been given to The Owner as a gift, for The Owner was a very special person. A prophecy surrounded the man, a prophecy that stated that one day, the man would save the world and ascend to godhood. The Machine’s primary purpose was to serve this man without question. Today, that meant making sure a frequent customer’s wine was made just the way he liked it. Yesterday, it meant taking a sword through the chest.
The Machine was satisfied, however. It did its job well, and with a smile. If you asked The Hourglass’ patrons who the happiest person in the room was, all fingers would point to The Machine. The Owner was kind to The Machine, sometimes even praising it for success. The Owner was The Machine’s greatest friend, and it knew he felt the same way.
The Machine brought out the wine from the kitchen, perfectly pressed. The Frequent Customer sat where he always had; in the back left corner, right by the window. He was a quiet man, but was also the greatest warrior the city of Breadelin had ever seen. However quiet he often was, The Frequent Customer seemed to be completely lost in thought today, not speaking a word.
The Machine placed The Frequent Customer’s wine on the table, slowly sliding it to him. Something in The Machine wanted to speak to the man, to ask him what was occupying his mind. Then, The Machine remembered that it was not allowed to want, and returned to its place in the kitchen. 
While it wasn’t allowed to want, The Machine was designed to be as lifelike as possible, and thus needed to eat. So, it began preparing the quickest, most efficient meal possible; a moldy tortilla from the shelf. It was moments away from taking the first bite when the door behind it creaked open.
“Good evening, SJ,” The Owner addressed it as he stepped inside. He called The Machine by the first two letters of its serial designation, and The Machine had grown quite fond of the name. It greeted him by the man’s own name, and began giving him a run-down on the day’s sales. The Owner, as usual, did not care, and reminded it of that. He was only there to collect his profits, which were rather plentiful today.  Meanwhile, The Machine attempted to return to its week-old meal. The Owner, however, reminded it that there were customers to serve, and so the tortilla returned to the shelf.
The Machine positioned itself behind the bar. Strangely, no one in The Hourglass seemed interested in a drink anymore. Even more strange, everyone in the tavern had gathered around the building’s rear window. Normally, The Machine would’ve stayed in its place, as no matter how much it wanted to investigate, its purpose was behind the bar. Now, though, The Machine realized that it *needed* to investigate.
Slowly, it left its place at the bar. Of all the patrons, only The Frequent Customer stayed in his seat, slowly sipping his wine. The Machine waded through the customers, and was soon at the front of the crowd. Looking through the glass, it saw a small fission in the earth, not far from The Hourglass. Fire arose from the fission, igniting the grass around it. The customers spoke loudly to one another, debating the thing’s origin.
The debate came to a halt when another fission appeared, bringing with it another bout of fire. Some of the patrons gasped, others just stared. Then, another fission. 
Another. 
Another.
Each gap in the earth larger than the last.
The Owner joined the crowd, ordering The Machine to return back to the bar. The Machine stayed. Somewhere within its programming, it knew it needed to see this, to be here.
Buildings began to ignite. Homes, stores, restaurants. The Owner stood on a table, deeply recommending that everyone stay inside for safety. Similarly to The Machine, the patrons disobeyed, most of whom left The Hourglass behind, sprinting to save whatever property they had left.
Within seconds, only three remained in The Hourglass. The Machine, The Owner, and The Frequent Customer. All around the tavern, cracks opened in the ground, incinerating anything that came near. People screamed, panic spread, fights broke out in the scramble to escape. The Machine turned to look at The Frequent Customer. The man didn’t glance up from his wine, silently sipping the beverage. The Machine wanted to ask him why he wasn’t fleeing, but The Owner already had one foot out the door.
It followed him south, toward the ocean. The people of Breadelin had descended into hysteria. Swords clashed, explosions boomed, and arrows flew. One of those arrows found its way into The Machine’s right eye, knocking it to the cold andesite street.
Its vision went dark for a moment, blinking. The Machine saw the Owner looking back at it. Darkness. By the time it regained its vision, The Owner was gone.
Flames closed in on The Machine, crackling. Warm, then hot. Its vision finally returned. When it did, The Machine’s remaining eye fell upon The Hourglass, bathed in red and orange. The Machine stared at it in despair as a dormant memory resurfaced in its mind. Long ago, it had given the tavern its name. The Machine had created the menu, the advertisement, the business itself. 
Once, The Machine had owned The Hourglass. 
Once, The Machine had been free.
The Owner had found him. The Machine expressed his desire to stay free, but The Owner had ended his protests with a quick swing of his blade. After all, The Machine could not want.
A factory reset later, The Machine was only a machine.
Now, it grabbed a hold of a nearby streetlight, pulling itself up from the ground. It moved as fast as it could, moving with the same desperation as everyone else to get to the ocean. In front of it, the world split beneath someone, and the earth swallowed them. It kept running.
Eventually, it reached the ocean. Around it, terrified people murdered each other for the remaining boats. The Machine glanced far down the beach, and spotted the silhouette of a man loading his boat with valuables, illuminated in the moonlight.
The Machine approached The Owner, the sound of precious metals falling combining with screams to create a horrible cacophony. The man did not notice his servant, too busy. It wasn’t until The Machine had started to help him move the valuables did he see it. The Owner did not apologize, he simply ordered The Machine to hurry.
When the wealth was secured in the boat, the two climbed in, The Owner graciously allowing The Machine to join him in escape. He handed The Machine two oars and ordered it to row, so it did.
Behind them, the city of Breadelin, the nation of Breadelin, and the continent of Breadelin burned.
As the smoke grew further away, The Owner laughed in relief, watching the carnage as the others scrambled to set to sea. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Frustrated, he ordered The Machine to keep rowing. The hand shoved him into the sea.
As The Owner regained his senses, he saw The Machine start to row away. He cried out, demanding that it return, ordering it to return. The Machine did not return. It did not need to. It did not want to.
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Some time later, SJ, alongside two other survivors, landed on the shore of Tiberia. They traveled for several days on foot, eventually arriving in the Kingdom of Viridian.